Novels by Mari K

Denice recoiled as if a snake had struck her as she saw Zara and alpha Draven lip-locked.Her mouth hung open, what?Zara jerked back suddenly, taken aback by Denice’s scream.Alpha Draven sighed and fell back on his bed and closed his eyes, the chemistry was broken by the unwanted intrusion.He sighed deeply, even if he died, he knew he would die happy.“Denice?”“I’m sorry Zara…” she shook her head – there was no time to process what she just saw now, there was something more pressing. “This cannot wait!” Denice said.Zara looked at alpha Draven as he laid on his bed, her eyes were hyper focused on his lips as her head buzzed and her lips tingled – did that just happen?“Zara!” Denice yelled.She shook her head and snapped out of her daydreaming.“I am sorry, alpha,” Denice pleaded from far, she did not dare take a step further, even on his sick bed, he was frightful to her.Zara stood up, her legs felt wobbly and she staggered towards Denice, “Wha- What is going on?”Denice grabbed

“C’mon Zara, make up your mind, we are running out of time.”The elder’s voice was terse. She could see that she had done most of the job; all she needed to do now was give Zara a little extra nudge, and the deed would be done.She used ‘we’ to give Zara the impression that they were in the conundrum together. In reality, she did not care a damn about her, Zara was a means to an end and she needed her to play her role to that end.Zara sighed. She could not do it; she could not live while alpha Draven suffered and died. But she would do it; she would make the ultimate sacrifice for her pack.“I’m ready,” her voice was full of determination.The Elder nodded, a solemn look on her face as she walked Zara back into the cabin.“What is it again?” the healer asked looking up.“Could you give us a moment?” Zara asked.“Alpha Draven is very weak and he is sleeping, he does not need your argument and noise–”“Just leave the room,” the elder said irritably.The healer looked suspiciously from

“C’mon Zara, make up your mind, we are running out of time.”The elder’s voice was terse. She could see that she had done most of the job; all she needed to do now was give Zara a little extra nudge, and the deed would be done.She used ‘we’ to give Zara the impression that they were in the conundrum together. In reality, she did not care a damn about her, Zara was a means to an end and she needed her to play her role to that end.Zara sighed, she could not do it, she could not live while alpha Draven suffered and died, she would do it, she would make the ultimate sacrifice for her pack.“I’m ready,” her voice was full of determination.The Elder nodded, a solemn look on her face as she walked Zara back into the cabin.“What is it again?” the healer asked looking up.“Could you give us a moment?” Zara asked.“Alpha Draven is very weak and he is sleeping, he does not need your argument and noise–”“Just leave the room,” the elder said irritably.The healer looked suspiciously from the

“This is outrageous,” the Elder spat, watching the discourse unfold with disgust on her face. “Are you really going to sit there and call yourself loyal to this pack when you cannot do something as simple as this?” she could not understand why Zara hesitated, trading her life for that of the Lycan King was supposed to be a simple decision and an honorable one at that. Zara’s eyes darted from the fuming elder to the frail form of Draven on the bed. His eyes were partly open, and she could see his pupils staring into her soul, begging her not to do it. “I’m sorry,” Zara stuttered and got to her feet backing away from Draven. Her head was starting to swirl, his words had done something to her that she did not even believe was possible. She had been hurt over and over again by words – words of rejection. Words in general stopped to have any meaning to her. But not Draven’s words. When the Lycan King had spoken to her with such vulnerability and sincerity, it had stirred somethi

The Elder sighed and settled into a chair just beside Zara. “The curse that plagues the Lycan King was never his alone to bear. It was passed through your bloodline, Zara. Your ancestor betrayed the first Lycan King, dooming every ruler that came after him.” Zara’s pulse pounded. “And now I have to fix it?"The Elder nodded gravely. “To break the curse, either you or King Draven has to die."Zara’s throat tightened. “Is there no other way?” The Elder hesitated, then shook her head. A lump formed in Zara’s throat as she looked back at Draven's still form. He had spent his life fighting against this darkness. He had refused to mark her, hoping to spare her from the fate tied to his. But she was the only one who could save him.Her life for his. A future for her pack. A future for him. Zara closed her eyes. She had already been rejected six times. Maybe this had been her fate all along.She reached for the dagger at her belt, her hands steady. Then Kael’s grip tightened

Zara closed the book abruptly when she couldn't take it anymore. She struggled to keep her emotions in check but her frail heart betrayed her. She kept the book back in place, knowing it was fate that had made her come across the book.She stormed back into the chamber beneath the Moonstone Pack’s temple, her mind reeling. The icy morning air did little to cool the fire burning inside her. She couldn't get rid of the feeling that Draven had known something—something aside from her curse and that was why he had refused to mark her, and it wasn't because neither of them would die if he marked or rejected her. Had he been trying to protect her or himself? There was an uproar coming from outside of the chamber that those in the temple couldn't ignore."Where is that noise coming from?!" Zara said to herself. Every thought concerning the prophecy evacuated into thin air, her attention drawn to what was going on outside of the temple.She rushed out to investigate the source of the noi