Novels by Dera's ink

Bloodhowl Pack Smell of blood lingers in the air as I and my Beta — Riven examine the young wolf's corpse. Guards watching from a distance. “Tell me Riven, am I not capable enough?”, I asked, frustration laced in my voice. “The rogues attack are getting too much and my people are starting to wonder if I am proficient” “You are capable Cade, maybe we just have a spy among us” “Huh, you think so?” I asked flatly “I guess”. Disappointed, we headed back to the Pack._______________________________________I walked into the room and glanced at the window. Floods of memories hitting me. The table would be too nice a spot for her. The girl disgusts me and I can't wait till she Crawls into the grave like her useless parents”.Seven years later, my words still echoed with regret. What I said made her run and that was the last time I saw her.“If you think that this means I get to forget everything then you are mistaken”. “You never had me Cade, Not in the way that matters, you were ju

That night, after returning home, silence lingered. Both of us in our own world of thought or perhaps we don't know what to say. I looked at Daniel, his facial expression says it all. He didn't say a word, the way his eyes dropped to the floor, like he couldn't bear to meet mine. There was a flicker of something in his eyes — grief, maybe betrayal — but it vanished before I could name it And when he finally looked at me, it wasn't anger I saw. The kind that says everything has just fallen apart.“Goodnight”, I manage to say — my voice is a bit dry. I looked at him one last time before sauntering to the bedroom, turning off the light on my way I heard him take a deep breath and soon enough, he followed me. “No matter how you fight. I'll keep coming for you”. His words live rent free in my head, I don't know why but I just can't seem to forget.Deep inside me, I knew this is just the beginning and this bond will soon start affecting me. As much as I know this, I want to run — a

I couldn’t breathe.Daniel was here. Daniel—my Daniel—with rain dripping from his jacket and desperation etched into every line of his face. “I’m sorry - who are you?” Daniel asked again and Cade grinned although his smile didn’t reach his eyes.“I’m Ayla’s mate.” He whispered and my heart dropped.Bastard.Daniel frowned and looked at me, “your mate?”I swallowed hard. “It’s not what it sounds like.”“I think it’s exactly what it sounds like,” he said, trying to smile but failing miserably.Cade stepped forward, slow and calm, but the tension in his body was barely leashed. “She is my mate. That bond snapped into place the second I saw her.”“Don’t,” I said, glaring at him. “Dont you dare try to sabotage my life more than you’ve already done you ass wipe.”“You want me to pretend that it doesn’t matter?” Cade’s tone stayed quiet, but there was steel beneath every word. “I’ve let you run once, Ayla. I won’t let you go again.”“You don’t own me,” I snapped, loud enough to cut through

“No. No. No—this isn’t happening.”I walked fast. Too fast. The pine needles blurred under my feet, the scent of moss and packland stinging my nose like poison. My lungs heaved, my vision tunneled, and my body burned from the inside out.Mate.Mate?I nearly shifted from the sheer force of panic crawling under my skin.My mate bond was supposed to be a blessing.Not a punishment.Not him.“Ayla wait!” Cade’s voice called behind me but I kept walking.“Don’t follow me you badtard!!”I really shouldn’t be cursing out my Alpha but Cade wasn’t my Alpha and I’d be damned if I accept him as my mate too.My skin crawled just thinking about it.I found the edge of the burial clearing and collapsed against a tree, pressing my forehead to the bark. The cold bite of the wind did nothing to numb the chaos in my chest.The pull between us still vibrated under my skin and I could feel him. I hated it but I could feel him - his presence there with me like a thread tied tight between our souls.A th

(CADE’s POV)The smell of blood hit me before I stepped into the clearing.Two bodies. Ripped open. Limbs twisted at unnatural angles. The third was barely clinging to life, breathing in ragged wheezes as the medic tried to keep pressure on the wound.“Rogues again?” I asked.Riven nodded, jaw clenched. “Same claw patterns. Same north ridge. No scent trail, though. Like they’re masking themselves.”I knelt beside the younger wolf. Jonas. Eighteen. Barely out of training.His eyes found mine. “Alpha…”“Save your strength,” I said quietly.He smiled. Smiled, gods damn him. “You should’ve seen the way I blocked that first hit…”His chest shuddered, then stilled.I stood, blood soaking into my boots, and something inside me twisted. Not with shock. Not even anger.With exhaustion.How many more young wolves do I have to lose for this to be over?Later, I sat in my office with a glass of whiskey I wasn’t even drinking and a map littered with red pins.The pack was fraying. We were losing

CHAPTER ONE“Did you just put chili oil on strawberries?”Daniel looked at me like I’d committed a culinary crime.I grinned, balancing the bowl in one hand as I hopped onto the kitchen counter. “It’s a thing. Sweet, spicy, tangy. Try it before you judge.”He raised a skeptical brow, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled to his elbows as he reached for a berry. “If I die, I’m haunting you.”“Don’t be dramatic.”He bit into it and paused. Then his eyes widened. “Okay, that’s… weirdly good.”I nudged his side with my knee. “Told you.”Our little apartment smelled like roasted coffee and spring rain, windows cracked open to let in the breeze. The city hummed outside—car horns, laughter, a distant siren or two. But in here? It was peace. Warm, humming, real.Daniel walked over to his laptop, pushing aside a mess of blueprints and client sketches. “Remind me again why you’re not bottling your chaos genius into a restaurant?”“Because chaos genius doesn’t pay the bills,” I said, hopping dow