Novels by Kainaat

Vinorca Jona POV“You were out the whole night?”I froze mid-step, the words cutting sharp in the hallway. My pulse hammered against my ears, and I had known this was coming—of course I had—but knowing didn’t make facing it any easier.“Alpha Dante waited for you all night with a cake.” The head maid’s voice rasped, rough with anger. I didn’t need to see her face to know she was livid. She’d never once been pleased with me since the day I arrived here.I kept my back to her. “I didn’t know he’d have a cake for me. I was at a group study with my friend.” The lie slid off my tongue with practiced ease, though the thought of Dante waiting with a cake—of all things—made it harder to believe even myself. He never did anything without a hidden purpose.I could never be certain what cruel game he planned for me, but if he wasn’t here, I had the chance to invent excuses. That wouldn’t be possible in his presence. The last thing I wanted was to give this woman more reason to crush me when I wa

Vinorca Jona POVA voice brushed my ears, soft and coaxing.“Vinorca, wake up.”Pain thrummed inside my skull, deep and raw, sirens wailing in every corner of my mind. I forced my eyes open against the weight dragging at my lids, vision swimming until Amanda’s face steadied into focus—calm, yet edged with worry. She lifted a glass to my lips, her fingers brushing lightly against my cheek.“Drink this. You’ll feel a little better.”She wasn’t wrong. My throat burned dry and scraped raw, each breath catching sharp in my chest. I took the glass from her and drank slowly, the cool water easing the fire in my throat, smoothing the ache that coiled tight behind my eyes.“You had me losing my mind last night,” she murmured, settling onto the bed beside me, the mattress dipping under her weight. “I searched everywhere for you, girl. Desperately.”I exhaled, the breath shaky, glass trembling faintly in my hand before I set it aside. “I’m sorry. I was all over the place. Too much happened.” The

Vinorca Jona POVI knew he was right—somewhat. Maybe I would sink in this bathtub. But how was I supposed to bathe with a man standing right there?Even if he wasn’t watching… I couldn’t do something like this.“How about I ask a staff member to help you?”I couldn’t see his face, but I didn’t need to. He was stressed. Because of me.“I’m still half in my senses, so don’t worry.” I stared at his back, everything blurry—but not enough to miss how tense his shoulders were. I was lucid enough to clean myself.Masen had already done more than enough.“Okay. I’m leaving.” He didn’t look back, just opened the door and stepped out, shutting it softly behind him.I closed my eyes. Tried to breathe. Tried to relax.Dante’s face flashed in front of me. I didn’t know why the mess always found me. Today, I thought I’d enjoy—just for a day—forget all the pain.But pain... It's the kind of thing that never forgets me.After steadying my breath, I stripped and sank into the water, cold and biting ag

Vinorca Jona POV“Happy belated birthday.” He settled me on the couch and handed me a glass of water.I smiled. “It’s only a few hours past—how is that belated?” Either the alcohol had finally mellowed, or he just made everything feel too easy.I felt good around Masen. Too good. He wasn’t even someone I knew—just a stranger. Yet somehow, he treated me better than the people who actually exist in my life.“Because a few hours counts.” He smiled as I took a sip. “Still… you should’ve been more careful. If it was your first time at a club, getting this drunk isn’t safe.”“You don’t even know me. Still, you helped me—thanks.” I offered my gratitude quietly after a few more sips, too drained to say more after everything.Masen looked like he was actually glad he did.“You don’t have to be.”“Why shouldn’t I?”“As a person, it's normal to help each other.”Okay, if my heart wasn’t fluttering before, it is now. Whatever—blame this. Blame this man. He’s so different from anyone I’ve ever kno

Vinorca Jona POV I slammed the door shut—and froze. Dizziness hit me hard. Someone was already in the room. To escape that pervert, what kind of mess had I thrown myself into? A thousand thoughts slammed through my head as I gripped the doorknob, heart pounding. I knew this wasn’t my room. But in the rush and the crush of the bar crowd, all I’d cared about was getting away from that asshole. Did I just drop myself into another nightmare? “Miss, what the hell are you doing?” A man. His voice, deep and sharp, sent another spike of fear through me. And just like that, my brain filled with worse possibilities. I forced myself to speak. “I’m sorry. I was... running away. From some pervert,” I hiccuped. “Is that so? At least show your face.” Confusion edged his voice—but not anger. Not yet. I took a few breaths and turned my face away, eyes dropping to the floor. But I could still see his feet—he was sitting. A couch. Great. I’d stumbled into someone’s private l

Vinorca Jona POVWho even is we in this? Why would I want to drink to my heart’s content—with a stranger?And I didn’t even know where Amanda was.The music throbbed so loud it turned into a pulse in my skull. I knew I was in a club, but the alcohol in my system spun faster than it should’ve—thanks to the blaring sound drilling straight through me.Or maybe it was just because I’d never drunk before in my life.“Let’s go.” Before I could say a word, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me across the floor.I stumbled to keep up, heels slipping on the slick tiles. “Sto…p.” The word spilled out soft, too soaked in hesitation.Either he didn’t hear me in all this noise—or he just didn’t care.I looked around, trying to anchor where he was taking me. It wasn’t the bar—not even close. He’d said he’d get me drinks. I hadn’t agreed.“Where are you taking me?” This time, I made sure he heard me.“To my private lounge,” he said without slowing. “You can drink as much as you want there.”I yanke

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 I sprinted outside, ignoring Albert’s warning. Hell, I’d rather beg on the streets than set foot in the Myers mansion—or anywhere I couldn’t predict what waited for me. Theodore might have been my husband, but only on paper. “I’m sorry, but I don’t want to go anywhere.” I didn’t look back. Albert was still pushing Theodore’s wheelchair—I could hear it. “Mrs. Myers, you’re going to regret this.” His voice carried no urgency, no panic. I didn’t get far. A cluster of men in black appeared ahead, blocking the path. One glance was enough. Theodore’s guards. Fuck. Why the hell did he need this many? It wasn’t like he had come here for war. Or… had he expected me to run? “We don’t want to force you, Madam,” one of them said evenly. Hot-blooded as I was, I knew I couldn’t outrun men built like them. One stepped forward. I backed up instinctively, my toes skidding over gravel. My breath caught sharp, chest tightening. Another guard angled in from the side. They’re cl

Irene Jones POV I jumped to my feet, heart pounding at the sound of a voice that didn’t belong to the men already inside my apartment. “Young master.” They bowed in unison. I turned sharply to see who they meant. Albert stood at the doorway, pushing a wheelchair. In it sat a man in black, fine fabrics covering his frame, a mask hiding his face so completely I couldn’t see his eyes. “Who are you?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “Your husband. Theodore Myers.” Goosebumps broke across my skin. Even Cyril had never unsettled me like this. “Mrs. Myers.” Albert’s tone stayed calm. “I told you before—you needed to move to the mansion. But you ran away. That is why the young master came himself. The guards are here to transfer your belongings.” So they were all his guards. The air grew heavy around me. “I…” My throat closed. All I had ever heard was that Theodore was a cripple meant for Misha. And now here he was, masked and gloved, hidden under layers of dark clothin

Irene Jones POV “No thanks.” I stared him down, heat crawling up my chest. How the fuck could he dare congratulate me—now, of all times? Screw the whole Myers family. Screw the Jones family too. “We’re going. I need to take you to the Myers mansion.” He snatched the papers from my hands as if the right belonged to him. Somehow, he managed to be both polite and rude at once—probably because even he knew I was nothing but a substitute. I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m going back to my apartment.” He started to reply, but I turned and walked away before he could speak. Life couldn’t be this cruel. I needed air, needed space. Trapped in this marriage or not, I wasn’t chaining myself to the Myers estate. I’d already fought my way out of the Jones mess for a sliver of freedom in my own apartment, and only my dead body was going back into that cage. Sometimes I wondered—if my mom hadn’t married Leo Jones, would it have changed anything? Who was I kidding? She would’ve tre

Irene Jones POV “Why should I leave you?” Did he really just ask that? I didn’t even know this man, and he was far 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.” His smirk deepened as though the words were meant to amuse him. My heart twisted, my soul ready to abandon my body altogether. The audacity of this man belonged in a textbook. “I’m your brother’s bride. How can you even talk like this?” I shoved at his chest, but he caught my wrists mid-motion and pressed them above my head, his strength suffocating in its ease. Pain jolted across my spine as my body arched away from him. His lips curled, pleased by my discomfort. “Yet to be a bride. And a substitute for that.” The back of his knuckles skimmed my jaw with deliberate lightness, a mockery of tenderness. “And what’s the problem in sleeping with a handsome man like me? A man who has more value than my disabled cousin?” The words landed harder than

Irene Jones POV My heart pounded, words catching in my throat. “Yes?” “Miss, the Young Master would like to meet you.” The man gave a slight bow, his tone firm but formal. “I’m Albert, his bodyguard. I’ve been sent to escort you.” For a moment, I stood frozen. “Are you coming, Miss Jones?” His voice remained calm, though something in it pressed for an answer. The question snapped me back. I nodded, mute, my body moving before my mind caught up. The gown clung too tight, too heavy, as if it knew I didn’t belong. Each step felt like peeling away pieces of the woman I was never allowed to be. I wanted to stop him, to demand answers—Why? What’s happening? But the words never formed. My throat locked. I didn’t know this man. I couldn’t trust him. And worst of all, I had the sinking feeling that trust wouldn’t matter here. The double doors opened. Outside, a sleek black SUV waited at the curb, engine humming low, its windows darkened to hide what waited inside. Albert gestured to it.

Irene Jones POV “Bring her to the altar!” The heavy veil pressed against my face, suffocating, the silk clinging with each shallow breath. Outside the door, footsteps thudded closer, voices hardening into commands. Still, I didn’t move. Creek— Three hours earlier… “Dad, I can’t marry him! Please!” Misha’s voice, high and frantic, pierced through the walls, unraveling what little calm lingered in the house. I stood by the door, rigid, each word cutting into me like a blade. But pity never came. Why should it, when she had never spared me an ounce of her own? “We can’t afford to upset the Myers family, Misha,” my stepfather, Leo, replied with maddening composure, as if discussing the weather. “This marriage matters to all of us. Try to understand.” “Then let Irene marry him!” My stomach twisted at my own mother's words . Of course. I was the one to be thrown forward, the broken piece no one cared to keep. Replaceable. Disposable. Miley never let me call her “Mother.