Novels by Nehle

RIONA'S POV I watched Rylan and his grandmother speaking. Equal parts confused, and equal parts curious. Odessa whined inside of me. She perked her head to take in everything in front of her, but the heat from his mere presence confused her. “Camilla, there's never a good time for anything,” he muttered. Whatever the problem was, it was obvious it drained a part of him, he didn't want to talk about. A mixture of panic, and pain lined his facial features. His jaw clenched harder with each word he spoke. His gray eyes became tawny, coloured with wariness. Camilla reached for his hands, and squeezed it softly. “Son, we can't have you plunging into something that delicate,” frustration carved wrinkles on her face, “Remember you still need to win the heart of your subordinates, to become the official heir to Oakville throne.” His lips parted like he was about to counter her, when she added, beating him to it. “I don't think the pack members would want an injured Alpha.” He grunted, r

Tree branches slapped and scratched me, searing my skin as I ran through the thick woods. Heavy stomps of feet raced closer to me, covering the distance between me and my predators, and reached my ears. My vision became blurry, and it took every bit of willpower in me to keep my heavy legs running through the woods filled with thorns. My lips fell slightly apart as I struggled to drag in oxygen into my lungs. “Riona, you can't run away from us…” one man growled behind me before he let out a sinister laugh.My wolf, Elara, twirled inside of me, fighting and scratching to come to the surface. Unlike me, she was raw, brutal, and wouldn't hesitate before her claws sliced out and dug out their eyes.Elara was nothing like me. She was always ready for a faceoff with anyone she perceived as an enemy. But letting her have her way would mean shoving her as bait to her enemies. They would easily outnumber her, and the last thing I wanted was a weakened wolf.With each step I took, my legs fel

RIONA'S POV My day started badly. My feet tingled with a foreign stiffness I wasn't used to. I made to turn but my insides twisted with a torturing pain. I fell with my back against the bed. I let out a groan, when Alpha Theron's scent floated into my nose. Elara reared her head in sheer pleasure. His presence soothed a part of her, a part of us we didn't know needed to be calmed. What followed next was the stomping of his feet against the marble tiles as he approached my bed. His gaze net mine, and even with the signature permanent scowl etched on his face, his eyes glimmered with a soft smile.I made to push myself up, Alpha Theron covered the small distance between us, and wrapped his arms around me, serving as an edge. The warmth pressed harder into my bones. “Hey,” A faint bitter taste lingered in my mouth. I tipped my head sideways to take in his facial expression. The skin beneath his eyes was smudged from exhaustion. My eyes hovered around the room, and the pieces of puzz

ALPHA THERON'S POV Streaks of anger resurfaced at the edge of my consciousness. I got her to the safety of the pack house. The instant I set her in bed, I checked her thoroughly. My heart slammed against my ribcage with a bruising force. Examining her wounds was like stabbing my muscles with a silver dagger. Asides the cuts, and the mild concussion there was nothing to panic about. Still, the surge of adrenaline slithering through my veins petered out any sense of reasoning. I…I thought I'd lost her. Mental images of holding Riona's limp body emerged at the edges of my consciousness. Her body felt limp, cold. Riona's temperature was beyond belief. I unbuttoned her shirt, and waited for the slightest response from her— I got nothing. The lingering fear of losing her pressed further into my consciousness. I made a mental note to deal with Kanesha much later. For now, all I wanted to do was see Riona back to her feet. That was what mattered to me. I placed a bag of ice packs agains

THERON'S POV My curled fist hung midway in the air, as I fought with my guts whether to knock on her door or not. It's been a few days since I flipped on her. Somehow, Riona had thought the best option she could come up with was keeping to herself. The first couple of days I'd ignored her. Yep. I'd struggled through breakfast and having to train without feeling the gaze of a certain five foot six inches staring at me. Today was the height of it. Vuk had snugged me out of my sleep and dragged me straight to her door. ‘Vuk, we really don't have to do this,’ I tried to cajole him. He hissed. ‘Do what exactly?’ Vuk reiterated. My jaw clenched. ‘Going to meet her right in her room! It's absurd man, and you know it.’ ‘Hmm. Last I checked, a certain Alpha wouldn't keep his arms off his mate while in bed—’ Wait a quick minute. I cut him off before he had a chance to continue his rambling. ‘That was different and you know it. She was sick, sick! I couldn't let her suffer that alone.’ V

RIONA'S POV My insides collapsed as Alpha Theron masculine scent swooshed out the last ounce of oxygen from my lungs. Everywhere spun around in a haze of polaroid, and I tightened my grip around him— technically, Alpha Theron's bulky physique prevented my arms from curling around him perfectly. This should've felt perfect. But a tiny feeling of nostalgia wrapped around me. Elara was all but calm. We remained in that position for what seemed to be like forever, when it actual sense, it lasted for ten minutes. Alpha Theron pulled away from the hug, and a strange feeling of disappointment engulfed me. “What was it you wanted to talk about?” He quipped. His voice, sleek and husky. I swallowed the lump that gathered my throat. A slight headache was starting to blossom at the base of my skull. “I-I-I–” I stopped when Elara stirred. She didn't seem like she was satisfied by the abrupt end of the contact between I and Theron Moretti. He—We were yet to consummate the bond between us. Conc