Novels by KaiKitto

Vinorca Jona POVI just looked at him, jaw slack. “Kill?” The spinning in my head worsened on hearing his words, as if it wasn’t already bad enough with the lust I was drenched in.“Yes, bunny. Don’t know why you’re even asking this in this situation.” He sounded so innocent, like he didn’t admit committing such a crime.“Tell me one thing, Dante. Why do you have to go through so many things? If it’s about making my life hell, you could have done it without that fake adoption of yours.” Confused, I narrowed my eyes.“Without having you claimed on paper, how would I have owned you? For that, I needed to forge the details. It got a bit complicated, but it’s worth having you.” He paused. “Couldn’t claim you as a mate at that time, so being your guardian was the only option.”I exhaled a deep breath. “You want to claim me as your mate? Because I never felt it, or was it all about claiming me as your fucking revenge toy?”Before he could reply, I crashed my lips against his, because half o

Vinorca Jona POV“Then touch me. Show me how much you hate me yet want me.” The words slurred past my lips, my chest heaving.My ass pressed against the hard table, legs wrapped around his torso, and the position left me achingly close. His crotch practically ground against me through our clothes.“You’re going to throw me into a rut if you keep leaking these pheromones, bunny.” He dropped his head to my shoulder.I opened my eyes and let the tears fall, heat consuming me from the inside out. “Ru...t?” I fumbled over the word, but it was all I could manage. With every sensation in my body going wild, it was a miracle my senses were even remotely intact.“My mate.” The word came out as a growl as he sucked at the side of my neck.“Ahmh.” The moan tore from me as his saliva and tongue eased the fire under my skin.Dante’s hands slid beneath my top, fingers grazing my bare waist before pinching lightly. My mouth, which had been desert-dry moments before, flooded with saliva at the touch.

Vinorca Jona POV"What is wrong with you?"A hand touched my hot cheeks, spreading coolness through my whole body as it burned, like molten lava pouring over me.With my blurry vision, I could still figure out who was touching me. Dante. His expressions shifted constantly, maybe from my shaky vision. I moved my lips. "I don't know. It feels like I'm sitting on a stove."Please save me. I wanted to beg so badly. Words didn't come out in any form, not like my ego could survive in this situation—it was my head messing with all my words."Fuck, you're in heat."Dante's words whiplashed me hard enough to settle my hazed vision, at least for a second.Not like I hadn't heard about she-wolves getting their heat after having a wolf. I totally didn't pay attention, and now in this ridiculous moment I got my first heat. Still, how could this even happen when it hadn't been long enough since I got my wolf?I held his hand on my cheek. "Give me something." My words came out so breathy, as if I'd

Vinorca Jona POV"Good job, Bunny." Dante's words pulled me out of the trance I'd fallen into the moment I heard Finn Roth speak.Be careful with yourself.What did he mean by that? On the way here, confusion had tangled itself through my thoughts until I couldn't think straight. He really messed with my head. Was it a warning, or just another way to get inside my mind?"I'm talking to you, Vin." I looked up to find Dante watching me, his expression questioning.I opened my mouth. "What were you saying?" I'd heard him praise me, but everything after that had dissolved into white noise.He sighed. "Never mind. Just sit quietly on that sofa and stop distracting me."Did he really have to talk like that? "Not like I want to disturb you." Which was the truth.I dragged myself to the couch and sank into it, my head still a tangled mess. There was no way I wanted to talk about anything right now.Time crawled. Each minute stretched impossibly long, driving me toward the edge of my sanity. B

Vinorca Jona POVMy eyes narrowed as I looked toward the person who had called my name, and I was totally unable to recognize the man standing in front of me. His face didn't trigger anything. No memory. No familiarity. Nothing.How does this man know my name? Do I know him?It was all confusion, and I knew it showed plainly on my face. I was damn sure about that."Who?""Aren't you Vinorca?" he asked.I nodded, because sure, I was. But that wasn't the question here. Who was he? That was the part that mattered."I'm sorry, but do I know you?" Panic had already started creeping in, and now this man was only making it worse. My chest felt tight, my nerves stretched thin.I was in Dante's office building. How could there be someone here who knew me? Did Dante talk about me? No. That was nearly impossible. Dante didn’t talk about me. Not like that."You don't know the beta of your pack?" Disappointment crossed his face, sharp enough to catch me off guard.I froze. I had just been thinking

Vinorca Jona POV “Sit here, Vinorca.” He pointed to the sofa, then dropped into the oversized chair across the table, claiming it like a throne.I was still knotted up from whatever had just happened. My head throbbed, thoughts slipping and colliding, but I sank onto the cushion where he’d indicated. My body moved on its own, even while resentment coiled tight in my chest.My eyes stung, lids puffy and raw from all the tears. Beneath that ache, anger simmered, thick and unspent.This man had driven me right to the brink, twisting every nerve until clear thought felt impossible.The memory clung to me, refusing to fade. The heat of his cock, that unmistakable hardness pressed against my palms through the fabric of his pants.My fingers curled without permission, then froze. Disgust and shame surged through me in alternating waves. I hated that my body held onto the sensation long after my mind tried to shove it away.My heart still hammered, each beat loud enough that I swore he could

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 POVHis words shocked me all over again, as if being trapped in his lap wasn’t hard enough. “You’re the unruly one, not me. The shoe fits you, Cinderella.” I kept my head down, trying to stay still while his thighs pressed against my stomach and his hand rested on my back.“If that’s what you think, I’m all about agreeing with my wife,” he said, his tone casual.But what stunned me more was how easily he kept calling me that. Wife. The word did something I refused to admit—stirred a sense of belonging I didn’t want to crave, especially not for a man who was such a bastard.“What is happening here?” Sammy bellowed.I didn't even notice when we'd reached the living room.I tried to look at her clearly while dangling in her grandson’s lap. She stared at us like she’d seen a ghost.Couldn’t blame her. The position wasn’t decent. Not my fault her grandson was the one who’d pulled this shit.“Nothing. Just bringing my wife to breakfast.” He flaunted it shamelessly, like it was s

Irene Jones POV“I'm part of the Myers family now." I curled my fists as wind sliced across my skin, cold biting straight through to bone.Why was this so hard? It wasn’t like I was in prison—or maybe I was. They were screwing with me, and my defiance wasn’t doing a damn thing to stop them.Albert had dodged my outburst like a professional, still standing near the main entrance while I stood here, locked in, guards posted outside with no intention of opening the door.‘Breathe,’ I told myself. ‘This is only blocking rational thought.’“Miss, I already called the young master. He’s coming. Please wait.”I glanced back to find Albert standing just a few steps away. When had he gotten so close? And when had he called Theodore?“We’ve talked about this, Albert. I’m leaving.” No way Theodore would let me go—so having him here wasn’t worth the wait.Albert looked down as if his ears had suddenly gone deaf, which they clearly hadn’t.“What is all this commotion?”Theodore’s deep voice cut th

Irene Jones POV“Ma’am, where are you leaving?” Albert asked as soon as I reached the main gate, still in yesterday’s clothes, hair untouched, skin tight with sleeplessness.I was glad Theodore had left the room last night. I had even thought of helping with his wheelchair, but he hadn’t needed it. Not from me.I hadn’t slept. Not even a blink. That was why I was leaving first thing in the morning, before the entire family crawled out and climbed onto my spine again. My apartment was probably empty by now. Theodore’s people had been hauling things out, and I didn’t even know where my own belongings were anymore.Could deal with that mess later. Boxes, missing clothes, lost things. All manageable. What couldn’t be dealt with was the family drama. Not again. Not this early.And now Albert had caught me before I could slip away and think. He stood in front of me like a wall, polite and immovable.“Nothing much,” I replied, forcing a smile that stretched my face in all the wrong places. I

Irene Jones POVI ignored his words and kept going. “Where is your room? We don’t have the whole night. I’m tired.” The whole wedding had drained me; everything that followed squeezed the life out of me until all I wanted was a place to breathe.“Move forward. The last and biggest room is mine. I rarely come to this mansion, but for tonight we can use it.”I pushed the wheelchair faster. The sooner we reached the room, the sooner I could pretend this day never happened. But the thought sank in anyway, slow and heavy—sharing a room with this arrogant husband of mine.A man who barely visited this place, yet dragged me here as if I were a spare, a replacement, something his family could look down on without restraint.Replacement, spare, entertainment—my own family treated me as the first two, his family as the last. But I didn’t accept any of it.“Stop. Where is your attention?” A cold touch brushed my hand, snapping me out of my spiraling thoughts. I halted instantly. Theodore’s glove

Irene Jones POV “Who is this ugly woman?” I stopped the moment we rolled into the living room, Theodore’s wheelchair gliding with me as I forced it to a halt. It took more strength than I expected, especially after dragging this thing all the way in on my own while listening to every taunt thrown at me along the way. So this was the first thing I was going to hear after entering this mansion. Perfect. The place was stunning, all white and wide open, so graceful it made both my apartment and the Jones family home feel like storage closets in comparison. Not that my apartment could compete with anything in this house anyway. “Theodore, is this what the Jones family gives you? A woman so ugly I feel like I’m staring at a ghost under all these lights?” The woman’s voice cut into me, sharp and irritated, as if the sight of me offended her very existence. Four people sat waiting—one woman in her forties, another older woman settled beside an equally aged man, and a younger man s

Irene Jones POV It was a lie, and I knew it, because there was no version of reality where his finger pressed to my mouth wouldn't scare me. The leather was cold enough to sting, a chill slipping down my spine, but I refused to let that reaction show. Not to him. Not ever. I'd grown up with this stupid reflex of hiding my tongue around the Jones family, but I never held it back with anyone else. “You should be, Irene. You should.” His voice stayed low as the pressure of his finger increased, pushing against my bottom lip until it felt like one more ounce would split the skin. My body wanted to move back, or flinch, or do anything except freeze—but it wouldn’t move. Move, damn it. It didn’t listen. “You know what, just get your hand off me,” I breathed, heat flooding my cheeks even as my voice trembled with control. “About fear? I do feel…” I let the pause hang between us, and watched his eyes sharpen. “Disgust. Only disgust. Nothing more. Nothing less.” “Disgust? Doesn't sound