Novels by Aki NoHyo

Lucian.My heart jerks against my ribs the second I see him.He’s halfway through the door, one foot in the study, the other still on the threshold like he’s unsure if he belongs. That alone knocks the breath out of me. Alpha Lucian doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t ask. He takes.So what the hell is he doing here?In my first life, this night belonged to Rosalina. He spent every minute with her—tending to her wounds, holding her close, drinking in the scent of his newfound mate like it was salvation. He never looked back.But now?“May I?”His voice is quieter than I remember

I tear through my room, rummaging for anything worth saving, anything I don’t want Rosalina’s hands on when she finally claims what’s mine. Drawers slam, shelves are emptied, papers scatter. My heart pounds with every second wasted—and I’m running out of time.I need to find a way out. Some escape, any escape.But no matter how hard I try, the memories won’t let me breathe.I know exactly what’s coming—the slow, excruciating descent into hell. I know how Rosalina will smile, will whisper lies, how she’ll turn the pack against me, one by one, until there’s no one left on my side. Until I’m discarded.First, I’ll be moved to my office—a bed hastily thrown on the couch, no longer fit to sleep under the same roof as my mates. Then, when she takes the Luna title, they’ll relegate me to a broom closet, clearing it out “just for now.” But they never will find somewhere better.And when I’ve lost everything—my title, my name, my dignity—she’ll frame me. She’ll weep and scream that I tried to

My gaze falls on Rosalina, all brittle and fragile, nestled between the two strong Alphas like she belongs there. Rage claws at my chest, my wolf pacing furiously beneath my skin, fangs bared, ready to tear into her flesh. But my lips curve into a soft smile, honey-sweet and perfectly composed.“Don’t apologize, dear heart,” I croon, stepping forward, eyes wide with false concern. “You’re hurt.”I reach out, masking the tremor in my hand, and gently take hers. Her skin is cold, clammy, trembling. She looks like a broken doll—all golden hair tangled by the wind, ocean-blue eyes filled with fear, dirt smudged across her cheek. She’s taller than me, more beautiful, with a softness that begs for protection.I lace my fingers through hers. “Let’s get you to the infirmary. These wounds need treatment.”The pack murmurs in awe, taken aback by my grace and kindness. I know what they expected—a fight, a scene, a desperate Luna clinging to her Alphas. I gave them that in the past. I won’t do it

“Nara? Are you okay?”My eyes snap open, breath hitching. Damian.He’s leaning over me, his face etched with concern. His blond hair is tousled in that familiar, boyish way I haven’t seen in three years—not since before he betrayed me. His eyes—soft, warm, kind—lock onto mine, searching for something.My heart pounds. What the hell?We’re in… my room. Not the barren cell where I was left to rot, nor the cold closet I was shoved into for years. This room—brown walls, pink comforter, sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains—the Luna’s room. The one I was banished from the day Rosalina arrived and took everything from me.My lips part, but nothing comes out. How…?“Nara?” Damian’s voice pulls me back again. He reaches out, and I flinch instinctively, expecting the cruel grip, the slap, the snarl. But his hand is gentle—just like before. His fingers graze my cheek, then slide to my forehead, checking for fever, not violence.“You’re not warm…” he murmurs, brow furrowing. “You don’t

“Please, stop!” I choke, my voice raw, knees sinking into the cold stone. My palms scrape against gravel and shattered glass, the remnants of a night I don’t want to remember.But Rosalina only scoffs in my face, lips curved into a venomous smile. Her long blond hair tumbles forward, a golden curtain veiling her face from the pack gathered behind her, but I know what lies beneath it—a monster draped in silk.She leans down slowly, as if to embrace me, to show them all what a saint she is, their pure Luna, merciful to the end. But her lips brush my ear and the illusion shatters like glass.“This is where you end, Nara. It’s what a girl like you deserves. A stain on the pack’s name.” Her breath is warm, but her words are ice, sinking into my skin. “You should’ve died years ago. But better late than never.”Her laughter is soft, delicate, like bells on a wedding day, but there’s malice dripping from every note. She straightens, pulling back with a holy smile, a glowing aureola of hair ar