Novels by Kainaat

Alice’s gaze burned into hers, wild and desperate, as his fingers found the delicate string of her wedding dress. With a slow, deliberate pull, the fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulder. He pressed his lips to her bare skin, his breath hot against her. Alisha gasped, her head tilting back. "Agh..." Her voice broke into a breathy moan as a shiver ran down her spine. His hands traced down her arms, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You're beautiful," he murmured, voice thick with longing. Alisha's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. "Then show me," she whispered.His lips traveled lower, trailing soft kisses along her collarbone. The loosened fabric of her dress slid further down, pooling at her waist, exposing the warmth of her skin to the cool night air. Alisha’s breath hitched as his hands traced slow, teasing circles along her sides. Every touch sent sparks racing through her veins. “Alice…” she whispered, gripping his shirt and tugging him closer. He

"I do." The words spilled from Alisha’s lips as she stood at the altar with Alice. Six months had passed, and so much had changed. They had returned to their normal life with Daisy and Mary. The battles, the burdens—they were behind her now. She still remembered the conversation she had with Maya six months ago when she told her it was better for 'her' to lead the pack. Alisha had never wanted that responsibility. She only wanted to live a simple, normal life. Maya had disagreed at first, but eventually, she understood Alisha’s choice and accepted it. Since then, Alisha and Alice had stepped away from the chaos and reclaimed the life they once had. And today, standing before everyone, was proof of how far they had come—because today was their wedding day. "You may now kiss the bride," the priest announced. Alice’s smile stretched wide as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Can I?" His hands rested gently on her waist, his touch reverent. He still couldn't believe t

“Amm.” Alisha moaned, her body aching as she tried to move. With effort, she forced her eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Her gaze landed on Alice. Alice was sitting beside her, but his eyes were closed, his posture slumped in exhaustion. “Alice…” Her voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. He jolted upright instantly, eyes flying open, and within seconds, they brimmed with tears. Damn emotions. He hated them—loathed them, even. But seeing Alisha like this? He couldn’t stop them. After so long… she was finally awake. His chest tightened with overwhelming relief. “Angel.” His voice cracked as he sobbed. “You’re awake.” Alisha swallowed, her throat dry. “How long… have I been sleeping?” “You were in a coma.” He pressed the call button beside the bed before looking back at her. “It’s been over a week.” Within minutes, the doctor arrived and checked Alisha over. “She’s stable now. Her wounds will heal with time,” he assured them before stepping out. Alisha’s ga

“You need rest, Alice.” Maya ran a hand through his hair, her face as hollow as the corpse he sat beside. A week had passed, yet none of them had moved on from what happened. Alisha was still in a coma. Maya herself couldn't calm her nerves. She had killed her own husband with her own hands. Even if it had been necessary, the nightmares wouldn’t let her forget. Not just because he was her mate—but because she had loved a man like him. A liar. The cause of her suffering. Of everyone's suffering. Mostly Alisha, who had lost everything. And they still didn’t know when she would wake up. Jackson had already explained everything to the pack, but explanations didn’t erase guilt. Alice said nothing, his gaze locked on Alisha’s lifeless form on the bed. The images of that day wouldn’t leave him. They played on repeat, like a broken radio, and the more he thought about them, the more he blamed himself. But he knew—blame wouldn’t change a thing. All he wanted was for her to wake up. If

Lima looked at Jackson, tears welling in her eyes. “If I could, I would have. But I’m old, and my powers are weak after living with wolves for so many years.” Alisha thrashed against her restraints, sobbing as she watched Alice being beaten to the ground, blood pooling beneath him. 'Please!!' she pleaded in her mind. Aman sneered. “He’s human. But aren’t you royal blood? Is this how you save your mate?” He yanked her head back and slammed it against the chair. Alice coughed up blood. “Motherfucker!” He saw the crimson streak trailing down Alisha’s face, and despite the agony wracking his body, he tried to crawl toward her. Another brutal blow sent him back down. Aman laughed coldly. “Yes, I am a motherfucker. But your mother’s not my taste. This bitch might be, though.” Alisha squeezed her eyes shut. She had to save them. Somehow. Could her wolf help? She had royal blood—would it be enough? 'You just have to trust me. Even cursed, I will do anything to save our mate and every

Alisha listened in silence, every word slotting into place, making the picture clearer. The puzzle was finally forming—pieces falling exactly where they belonged. “And we wanted power, so we helped,” Lucas and Harmis laughed in unison. Why wouldn’t they? From being worthless rogues, they had risen to Alpha and Beta. They had enjoyed that power for years. And after today, they would keep enjoying it—until death took them. Maya frozen, tears streaking her face, her eyes locked on Elk. Utter betrayal. The weight of suffering crushed her chest, making it hard to breathe. Levi’s scream cut through the air. “How can you do this, Dad?!” Her voice cracked as she turned to Rish, who looked just as shattered. Heartbroken. Aman chuckled, his grip still tight on Alisha’s hair. “Didn’t he already tell you?” Alisha barely heard him. Her gaze was fixed on Alice. She understood Maya’s pain—because she felt it too. Knowing Alice’s father was responsible for her being an orphan? That was one thin

Irene Jones POV“Why should I leave you?”Did he really just ask that?I didn’t know this man, and he was way too close.“I should be asking why the hell you’re doing this. What’s wrong with you?”“Because I want to sleep with you,” he said with a smirk.My stomach twisted. My soul was ready to leave my body.The audacity of this guy needed to be studied.“I am your brother’s bride. How can you even talk like this?” I shoved at his chest, but he caught my wrists, pinning them above my head.Pain shot through my back as I arched away from him.His lips curled, pleased. “Yet to be a bride. And a substitute at that.” The back of his knuckles grazed my jaw, featherlight. “And what’s the issue in sleeping with a handsome man like me? A man who has more value than my disabled cousin?”The words hit harder than anything else.Why does everything always come down to looks or money?The Myers family was shaping up to be just as bad—if not worse—than mine.I clenched my jaw. “Listen to me caref

Irene Jones POV My heart pounded as I struggled to respond, my voice trembling. "Yes?" "Miss, the Young Master would like to meet you," the man said, his tone formal yet firm. He gave a slight bow. "I’m Albert, his bodyguard. I’ve been sent to escort you." His words made my mind go blank. What was happening? This was supposed to be my wedding day, yet here he was, saying something that didn’t make any sense. "Are you coming, Miss Jones?" Albert asked again, his tone calm but insistent. I nodded silently and followed him. The gown clung to me like a weight, dragging me down with every step. Each movement away from the aisle felt like another piece of my dignity crumbling. I wanted to ask him why, to demand an explanation, but the words stuck in my throat. I didn’t know him, and there was no trust between us. As we exited the banquet hall, a sleek black SUV pulled up in front of us. Albert gestured to the vehicle. "He is inside." He opened the door, revealing a

Irene Jones POV "Escort the bride downstairs." The command echoed in my ears as I sat still. The room buzzed with activity—quick footsteps, quiet whispers, and the sound of rustling fabric. I stayed frozen, my head lowered under the heavy veil. No one could see my face, but even if they could, they wouldn’t care about the storm inside me. No one ever cared. **Three hours earlier...** "Dad, I can't marry him! Please!" Misha's voice was sharp and full of panic, cutting through the walls. I stood near the door, my heart sinking. I wasn’t surprised. My stepfather, Leo, had been planning this marriage for weeks, treating it like one of his business deals. Misha, his real daughter, wasn’t going to accept it quietly. "We can’t upset the Myers family, Misha," Leo said, his voice calm but firm. "This marriage is important for all of us. Please try to understand." "Then let Irene marry him instead!" Miley’s voice rang out, clear and cold. My stomach dropped. Of course, she’d drag m

Vinorca Jona POV “Don’t be like this, Dante. It’s already cold. If nothing else, I’d like to go to my room.” “So what’s that got to do with me? I fucking enjoy seeing your foul mouth freeze up.” His rage simmered beneath his words, molten lava threatening to erupt. “Better then—you won’t have to deal with it. So let me go inside.” Though this feeling was… something else. I knew I was on his nerves now, but hell, I was enjoying it. “Still not enough reason to let you inside since you ran away yourself.” Why the fuck does he have to be so snobbish? Then again, when has he ever not behaved this way? I inhaled, steadying myself. “So you can go inside, but I can’t? Thought so.” Bullshit. “Get lost.” His voice cut like a blade as he strode away, not sparing me a glance. Every step seethed with irritation. Not like I wanted to stay here. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the house, my body bare and bleeding. At least the plan worked. ‘You’re really something,’ the male wolf

Vinorca Jona POVI was fuming with anger, but at least things were working. Running hadn’t worked, and I still couldn’t understand what was wrong with my wolves—or why I had two of them. So, I thought maybe talking nonsense would help. And it clearly was. The way Dante stood here, provoked but still not touching me, was entirely because I showed I was in control of the situation—a state of being he absolutely despised. Though, truth be told, I was scared out of my mind. Bleeding, completely naked under his predatory gaze, it was nothing short of terrifying. “What did you just say?” Dante growled, his voice loud enough to pierce my ears and make them feel like they might bleed. “Exactly what you heard, Dante,” Despite my fear, the act of opposing him felt oddly soothing, almost like healing. “You hate repeating things. I don’t mind repeating, though. Still, wouldn’t it drive you mad to hear the same thing said twice?” Dante’s eyes narrowed. “You’re testing me way too mu

Dante Scout POV “You want to fuck, don’t you?” The question hit me like a lightning strike. Of all the things I thought I’d hear from Vinorca’s mouth, this wasn’t one of them. But then again, she was different today. We stood in the middle of my garden, her body bare and unapologetic. Her wolf lingered just beneath the surface, feral and untamed, teetering on the edge of control. She was ready to defy me—ready to reject me. I knew she wasn’t in heat; I’d made sure of that. The maid had given her the medicine earlier, knowing today would bring her wolf forward. “Tell me, Dante Scout. You want to fuck me, right?” she demanded, gripping the arm I had wrapped around hers. I flinched. Me?Fuck?!This wasn’t just unexpected—it was something else entirely. “What if I do?” I shot back, locking my gaze onto hers, sharp and unwavering. “You’re my mate. I can take you however I want.” If she thought she could push me to my limits, she was about to learn I could go further. Much fu

Dante Scout POVDid she just call me a moron? Shock slammed into me like a freight train. But even that paled compared to the sheer absurdity of what I was witnessing—her running completely naked. I was grateful for one thing: the pack house was secluded, hidden from prying eyes. Yet, the sight of her just inches away from the main gate, ready to bolt, sent a surge of agitation through me. Still, I didn’t move. I wanted the fear she harbored for me to grip her, to root her in place. But it didn’t. She didn’t even flinch. How could she even *think* of running out like this? Naked? “Vinorca, stop right there!” I shouted, my voice sharp and commanding as she gripped the gate handle. I couldn’t just stand idle anymore. Does she seriously think she can leave like this? Without wasting another second, I moved. My wolf speed kicked in, and in an instant, I grabbed her wrist. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Vinorca?” I barked, yanking her back. Her body slammed against

Vinorca Jona POV Another voice fell into my ears, causing me to shiver on the spot. Is it Dante? But it doesn't sound like him. I can't even halt my feet to explain or defend myself, as they are working their own. Shit! I really want it to stop. ‘Don't worry, it's not Dante at all,’ the voice replied. I don't understand what's happening or why it has to be like this—two voices inside my head speaking as if they're conversing with each other. Whoever said, "Leaving for Good," isn't Dante. It's the voice inside my head speaking as if two people are residing there. ‘Why are you so scared, Vinorca? Chill out,” came a response inside my head, shocking me. I'm certain that I'm not talking to myself. Someone is inside my head, and there are two distinct tones and pitches I can hear. But who are they? My wolf? ‘What do you think? You're stressing your head more than necessary. Leave this topic aside and keep running,’ both voices loudly commanded, and suddenly my pace changed fro

Vinorca Jona POVMy eyes widened as a slap landed on my cheek, making me spit blood onto his bare chest. I watched it slide down his abs."You're right, I am a bastard. This is how you make me wet? You still have the guts to spit on me like this?" He narrowed his eyes.What was he expecting from me? Without warning, he slapped me, and he thinks I can just take it? It's not in my control! I screamed internally, my cheek throbbing. It felt like my cheekbone might be fractured from the force of slap."Eyes on me, not my body. Bunny, you don't deserve to see something so heavenly," he mocked. I raised my head, trying to maintain eye contact. No way in hell did I want to get slapped again. Another hit might shatter my cheek completely."Now tell me, how are you going to clean this, Bunny?" he questioned.'I’d love to clean it with acid,' I thought to myself. Oh, how I wished I could say that to his face. I wanted to pour something on him so he'd feel the same burning sensation I felt now.