Novels by Quin Favy

ALAANA POV I sat on the edge of my bed, my chest pounding so hard that i could ear it.The weight of my father's decree suffocated me.Tears filled my eyes as I imagined Williams on the battlefield. He was gentle and kind, dedicated to serving the Pack, not fighting. What he handled were mostly trays of food, not swords. How could he survive?I can recall how scared he was, the last time i looked into his eyes "Don't worry, Princess Alaana," he muttered, wiping away my tears with a shaky hand. "I'll get back to you.”But he was lying. I could see it in his eyes. He knew, as I did, that he wouldn't return.I placed my hand on my chest, where the Mate bond burned with uneasy agony. I could still feel him, distant, faint, but alive. It was the only thing that kept me from not falling apart completely.But how long will it last?I gritted my teeth. If my father would allow me to fight, I would have gone with him. I would protect him, fight alongside him. But my father will never agree.

WILLIAM POV I sat on a wooden bench outside the servant quarter, looking down at the dark path below my feet. I was overwhelmed by fear and doubt. War. It loomed over me like a dark cloud of dust.Swallowing hard, I placed both my hands on my head. I'm not a warrior. I have never trained or been to a battle ground before nor have I ever held a sword in my life.I let out a nervous breath. It wasn’t just the fear of death that tormented me, but knowing fully well that I have no chance of coming back alive. The warriors have undergone a series of training and have gone to war countless times, they were being trained from a young age and have a strong Wolf unlike me.Even the youngest warrior was stronger than me. How do I fight the enemy? Is it by waving the sword and seeking for mercy, not to be beheaded?The thought of dying on the battlefield, my body left among the dead soldiers, sent shivers down my spine. I rubbed my hair in frustration. Was there any way? Is there any way to retu

WILLIAM POV I stood in the servants' quarters, holding the rough fabric of my bag tightly. Mychect beating against my ribs, each beat reminding me of what I was about to do. Leave. Escape. Flee with Princess Alaana before her father,Alpha Draven tore us apart. I gathered only a few things because I own nothing except from the baggy jeans and sweatpants I put on. I also take a bottle of water and a loaf of bread I stole earlier from the kitchen I walked to the hallway gently, barely hearing my footsteps. I was careful while walking to avoid the patrolling warriors from suspecting me because of the bag I was with. She should have been here. Princess Alaana had promised to meet me in my chambers once she had assured the safe access. But when I slipped through the narrow servants' tunnel into her room, I found it empty.She wasn't there. Her box was on her bed and the window was still open. Something was wrong. I breathed hard trying not to be nervous, I had to find her. I

ALAANA POV I stood in the middle of my room, my hands on the wooden box. My fingers trembled in fear as I carefully folded my clothes, my mind racing with the thought of escaping. I had packed the necessary things I needed, a bag of some food, a bottle of water, but I knew it wouldn't be enough. I had to move faster and think smarter. I couldn't afford to make a mistake.There was a sound.My body stiffened. I walked toward the door, my heart pounding. For a moment, I thought it might be Elara, my maid. Maybe she'd heard about the latest abuse somewhere and had come to me first. But that sound shattered my confidence.“My lady,” a deep, calm voice came from the hallway.I took a deep breath and pressed my palm to my throbbing chest. It wasn’t Elara. It was my father’s personal servant, Dave. Unlike Williams, he was a man of status and privilege in the Pack despite being a servant.I hesitated, curling my fingers. Dave never comes to my room unless it is something urgent.I walked to

WILLIAM’S POVI frozed.My chest tightened."What?"She clenched her fist, her hand tense and desperate. “My father won't wait for me to Reject you. He might be planning something. If we don’t elope now, he’ll kill you.”The words hit me like a wound.Elope?The Pack?I moved my hands away as my breath came out in short. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “No, I…I can’t. Princess Alaana, can you hear yourself? You’re an Alpha daughter! You have everything, the power, the future here. I have nothing. You can't throw everything away just because of me.”Her face darkened. “You think I care about all that stuff?”“You should be, my Princess!” My voice cracked. “If we run, we will be homeless, Princess Alaana. We will be hunted. Do you know what happens to wolves that don’t have a Pack?”She frowned. “I’d rather be homeless with you than getting Mated to another man.”My breath hitched.“You can't understand,” I said.She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her hand over my chest. “Then you sh

ALAANA'S POVI took a deep breath,for a while,embracing myself for what was to come. My heart pounded, not with fear, but with determination.I stepped out of my room immediately. Rylan left. As I walked towards my father's chamber.The grand stone of Alpha Draven chamber loomed around me, reminding me of how powerful my father is.But tonight, I wasn't here as his daughter. I'm here to fight for my Mate.My father's chamber was dimly lit, a huge fireplace casting flickering shadows across the stone wall. At the far end of the room, my father stood beside a large wooden desk, studying a map. He was a man of insight, and his presence alone was enough to make the strongest Wolves bow their heads.My father didn't immediately look back, even though he knew when I entered.“Dad,” I said, my voice strained.Slowly, My father turned, his eyes locked on mine. “Alaana.” His voice was scary. “I believe you’re here to accept the Rejection.”"No."A muscle tightened from his back, but he remained