Novels by Mia E Rivers

Becca When Jason requested separate rooms at the Inn yesterday evening, I had difficulty covering the hurt on my face. Judging by the receptionist’s expression, I failed completely. At least my room for the night was warm and cozy, with hot water in the shower. It had everything a girl would need, right? Well, the only missing piece was a man to curl around me… And not just any man. Sleeping without Jason’s arm tucked at my waist left me tossing and turning all night. I swear the rhythm of his heartbeat has been engraved in my soul, and now I need it to stay sane. His scent still lingers on some of my clothes, although I refused to bring any of them into bed with me. As the morning sun peeks through the curtains, I stare at the ceiling, listening for any sounds coming from his room. He must still be sleeping. Without the worry lines on his forehead or the tension in his shoulders. Calm and relaxed. And probably naked. Is his morning excitement matching mine? A breathy sigh leaves m

Becca “I’m sorry, Baby,” Jason says again. “Do you have any idea how to get back to the track or the cliff?” I ask. My voice is breaking with a cry, bringing on the human girl mad at her boyfriend. I twirl, gesturing with my hands around us. “Ummm…” “It’s only trees everywhere. The same fucking trees,” I yell again and put in another wallowing cry. “I think that way,” Jason points in a seemingly random direction, but I know it would take us back to the parking lot. “Good,” and without another word, I continue that way, with Jason catching up to me and apologizing again on the way. We drink and eat on the way, stating loudly how hungry we are and how much better the picnic on the top was yesterday. I’m confident in our act, as we stop 30 minutes later to have the same ‘we are lost’ discussion accompanied by my next crying session. Jason plays his part well, cuddling me and acting convinced that he’ll get the right direction this time. We head for the track that takes us to the

JasonIt took us more than an hour to find a way to climb up behind the rocks. Once we got there, there was nothing to grab or hold on to. Despite our wolf vision, we couldn’t see anything but the moon-illuminated wolf craving. We climbed separately to search through everything, and finally, Becca located a tiny, rolled-up paper wedged between two rocks.If you’re looking for usMake sure to use your sensesFollow the direction of the MoonTo where the Goddess has her Temple“What do you think it means?” Becca looks up at me, her intelligent eyes narrowed in focus. Wrinkles appear under them, but not on the outer lines like smile wrinkles. Instead, they are in the middle around her nose, only showing up when she is focused or determined to fix or solve something. And for a moment, I stare at her, realizing how addicted I have become to reading her expressions.Each time her eyes twinkle with mischief, my heart rate plummets. Each time she talks about her family, they shine like diamon

BeccaMy hands are half healed, but the raw, fresh skin is still too delicate to be used. It needs foaming and bandages for protection.‘If you don’t use it, I’ll heal it in a day,’ Bliss informs me happily.‘We need your strength for the run and the challenge. You can heal me after,’ I reply, and I am glad when she agrees.‘After,’ she says, and joy bubbles in my heart. We are here and ready to face the first challenge.I wear training gloves over the bandages to hide them, hoping they’ll only look at Jason’s hand.We are ready when Elaine gives up her watch and enters the packhouse, but we stand still and wait three more minutes before leaving the bungalow. We settle down to have a quick breakfast in front of the packhouse for the show. It’s better if they see us before we leave. We are up early because we slept through the night like humans. That is what we want them to believe. Lastly, we leave a note for Brock to let him know that we went hiking early and pretend we didn’t see on

BeccaI wake up hours later in the bed, tucked close to Jason, with my hands resting covered in the healing foam. He must’ve carried me to bed, as I’m still fully dressed. I look back at him, and his droopy eyes blink.“Hey,” he croaks.“Thanks.” I turn to my back, keeping my hands over the covers. His arm slips back from my waist, and I instantly regret the move.“Of course,” he replies with a slow smile.“You can sleep. I’m fine and can take over the watch.” I whisper, glancing from the ceiling back to him.“Are you sure?” Jason lifts his head, assessing me.“Yeah. You need to sleep, too. I’ll wake you so we can leave at sunrise.”He slowly nods and turns on his front, his hand under his pillow. Within a few minutes, his light snores tell me he is fast asleep. No surprise there. He didn’t sleep yesterday.No matter where I look, I can’t tell the time. I sigh, cursing myself. I should’ve asked Jason. And for my phone, too. The idea of getting out of bed flies out of my head as quickl

Becca Yesterday, we used our own utensils and ate our own food to avoid the situation we are currently in. To avoid anything they could use against us. I cannot phantom how we missed it today. But I guess we were both too tired and too focused on watching their moves; we didn’t see the hidden intention behind the dinner. The embarrassment of my stupidness colors my cheeks and makes my heart race. How will we get out of this situation? Ideas are popping up in my head, but I have to ditch all of them ‘cause they might make things even worse. The hopelessness of the situation freezes me. I keep my gaze and shoulders steady as I cut the meat and bring the first bite to my mouth. Carefully, though, not to let the fork touch my lips. I let out a moan of delight, complimenting the food, as I focus on steadying my voice. Jason follows my lead, and we quicken our eating. The sensitive skin on my left palm and finger bends is where it is the most painful, becoming a burn I can hardly take.

Sarah My hands shake in the cold as I hide them in my hoodie’s sleeves. I’d say it’s my nerves because they are on the last thread for sure, but as I plan to undress and shift in a few minutes, I chose not to wear enough clothes. That was a wrong move on my part - the early morning of February day in Black River is freezing. Slipping on the frozen snow for the hundredth time, I curse at my clumsiness today. I’m heading to my childhood hiding spot to meet up with Nate. He convinced me to meet him there, as all I wanted to do was hide somewhere and go through my first shift alone. I don’t really know any other way to deal with things. I would’ve met him afterward, but I wanted to leave the bed before he woke up. Obviously, I failed with that attempt. The hurt I saw in his eyes when I told him about my plan washed over me, guided by our bond. I couldn’t leave him there. So, we settled on me shifting alone, but he’ll be on his way by then. So, here I am, attempting to shift at 25 when

Nate With Sarah’s embrace, the pounding in my ears disappears, and her words soothe me back to reality, where the only thing that matters is that she is beside me. More so in my lap, wrapping me in her intoxicating scent. She must have felt my sudden change in emotions because the featherlight kisses she was leaving on the top of my head, moved to my face and jaw. I couldn’t wait till she connected our lips. I took advantage of our proximity and swallowed her moan as I kissed her fiercely. My tongue searched hers, tasting the soft skin on it. Her hands glide down my chest slowly, teasingly, jumping over my belt to gently feel the length of my shaft, making it pulse. I groan with approval, searching her gaze as she separates us for a moment. A cheeky smile spreads through her face as she bites her bottom lip, and I dive back to capture them again. Yesterday she was adamant that I wasn’t healed perfectly for anything more than cuddling. I didn’t complain. Having her in my arms in m

Nate The pack meeting took an unexpected turn, leaving me seething with anger. Gabriel’s actions went beyond outing and humiliating Sarah when he commanded her in front of everyone. Each word he uttered fueled my fury. I had no idea I could be that mad at him. On top of my own emotions, I had to hold back Dante, who grew increasingly enraged as he sensed Sarah’s distress. He had always respected Gabriel’s wolf, but now, he was ready to attack him if he would anger our mate any further. "Was that really necessary?" I ask as I catch up to him. "Why did you use your alpha tone?” "Yes, it was necessary,” he cuts in, turning back to me swiftly before I could finish my thought. “She has to know I won't tolerate rogues on the territory." Won’t tolerate it? Where is his head at? Even if she was a rogue, that’s not enough reason to demand anything or humiliate her. I close the door behind me. I don’t want to have this conversation in front of everyone else. They already feel Gabriel’s ang

Sarah Being in Nate's house feels surreal. The place is simply perfect, with a cozy style in each room and warmth coming from the logs everywhere. Today, I was overwhelmed by the visits from many pack members. I was pleasantly surprised by how kind and friendly everyone was towards me. Many of them reminisced about our childhood and shared stories about our time together, whether it was practicing together or having something in common at school. Once inside, the world seems to come to a halt, and we swim in happiness. However, the moment we step out, I'm reminded of the other pack members, who are not happy with the recent developments. I see their scolding, hear their murmuring behind me, and I’m back to being the little girl who doesn’t belong here. Even with Lena inside me, I still feel out of place. Some even stop to ask Nate about his recovery, only to ignore me completely. Lena watches everything through my lenses and has her guard up, especially around Gabriel. She doesn’t

Nate Getting back home has proven to be more difficult than I anticipated. I'm concerned that climbing the stairs to my house may reopen my wounds. Leaning on Sarah for support makes me uneasy. This is not how I had envisioned showing her around my place. I’m unable to give her a tour, and even standing seems to be a daunting task. Although I manage to make it to the kitchen, I feel dizzy and realize I'm not as healed as I thought. I spy her facial expressions and movements carefully like a hawk. I want to know what aspects of the house she enjoys and what needs to be changed. Although I trust her honesty and doubt she would mislead me, I’ve been waiting for a long time to witness the genuine joy on her face when she really likes something here. "I love it; it’s perfect," she says, disappearing to look around in the bedroom. Just when Sarah comes back to the kitchen, the doorbell rings. With a bright smile, she gives me a peck on my lips and leaves toward the door, skipping on the w

Sarah This whole situation is absolutely unbelievable. They did everything we suspected. They deliberately wanted to separate us. I’m genuinely at a loss for words. How could any parent do this to their own child? What possible reason could they have? As I lean in to kiss Nate, he pulls me closer to his chest. The tingles rush through me with full force, and I’m speechless by how they spread through my body, waking up every inch and nerve. I find myself leaning against him in an awkward position, desperately yearning for his comforting presence. However, a surge of concern fills my mind, hesitant to get too close, worried that he may not be well enough for such intimacy. Despite putting up a brave front for me, I know his wounds must be causing him pain. Just in time, I pull away as my mum brings food for both of us. I hadn’t realized just how hungry I was. I missed breakfast and lunch, only having a few biscuits Mama packed for me. He whines throughout dinner that he wants steak