Novels by Denise

DanaThe wedding night has finally arrived. The long wait would end in less than an hour.I looked at my long, white, expensive, tailor-made dress. It was strange to get married for the second time, but we both decided to leave the past behind and focus on a new future. I'm not going to lie and say it's easy, because it isn't. But we've tried. We've done it together.Our relationship has strengthened after everything we've been through. Demian has become a better partner. Even better than in our past marriage. He has made it his mission to make me fall in love with him day by day and to show me his love.Our three children were happy to have a united family. I could see it in their faces. Soon, a fourth child would join our lives. Demian and I planned it. My health was stable, so we decided to try.“Miss, are you ready?” my chauffeur asked.The limousine was ready to take me to the church. After our wedding, we will go together as a family to the Caribbean. When we return, we will mov

DanaThe first month without him was hard. Without my mother's support, I would never have been able to move forward.The second month was terrifying. I cried so much. I don't know how I didn't become dehydrated.In the third month, my children were already so strong, and the doctors discharged us from the hospital, and we went home, where a four-year-old brother was waiting for us. I took care of Demian's little son because he was left alone. Rachel abandoned him, and he needed a mother. That little boy was not to blame for having a mother like Rachel, so I took care of him as if he were my own son. I know Demian would have loved that.The fourth month was just as painful as the third. I couldn't accept that he wasn't near me. I missed him so much. There wasn't a day when I didn't cry over his departure. I wondered if he was okay. Was he alive? Did he miss us? What did Rachel do to him?In the fifth month, I visited Jeremy's grave almost every day, asking him to help bring Demian hom

DanaI suddenly opened my eyes and sat up in bed, gasping. I coughed non-stop, and my mother was worried about me. I touched my abdomen and noticed that my belly was no longer the same as before. I frowned and looked at my mom."What happened? Where are my children?""The babies are alive in the maternity and baby room. They are in an incubator, daughter" my mom explained, stroking my hair.My babies... my children had been born, and I had been asleep the whole time. I wanted to touch and kiss them. I needed to see and meet them. Their faces, their little hands, and feet. My eyes filled with tears. Finally, I was a mother. Finally, I could meet them.I begged to be allowed to see them. Mom said she would call the doctor to have me taken to see my children. I had never felt such great excitement. I felt energetic like I hadn't felt in a long time."Don't strain yourself. You just came out of a complicated surgery. You have to stay calm. We'll wait for the doctor. Okay?"A surgery? Why

DemianI looked for the address where a black car with tinted windows would pick me up. Rachel's henchmen were coming for me to take me to her. That was the deal. I understood we were going to leave the city and the country so no one could find us. It was madness to leave the country and have no further contact with my family, Dana, or any information about my children. But that was the deal I made with Rachel so she would tell me how to save Dana. I trusted the maid would be of great help to Dana, my son, and my other two children. I wanted to believe everything would be fine while I was gone, but I wasn't sure of it.Nerves were eating me slowly and anxiety was my worst enemy. The star-filled sky didn't match the horrible feeling in my heart today.They picked me up and put a bag over my head. Another rule was not to resist the kidnapping they were going to perform. So I stayed still. I felt a prick on my neck and it took hold of my skin. I grimaced. That wasn't part of the deal, bu

DemianI had to make a quick decision to save Dana. I had to leave or stay with Dana while she died slowly. There was no certainty in Rachel's words, but I had to do something for Dana, and I believe the maid was right all along. If being with Rachel was the key to Dana's survival, I was going to do it. I had to take that risk. I had seen her die before my eyes. I couldn't let that happen again and have it be permanent. Dana and my children needed me. What kind of man was I if I couldn't protect my family from this hell? What kind of man was I if I couldn't keep them alive?I had to accept going with Rachel, but first, I had to make sure the surgery was successful. Hours passed without any answers. A doctor approached Dana's mother, and I went to listen to what happened."What happened? I'm Dana's husband. How is she? My children?""We delivered the babies, and they are alive, but they need to be monitored in incubators for a while, as their organs are still developing. Ideally, the b

DemianDana's heart stopped suddenly while we were talking. Her eyes were fixed on mine, but she was no longer moving. I was terrified. I felt a fear like I had never felt in my life. Anguish took over my body, dragging me down the path of pain. My chest tightened as I realized she was gone. Dana was gone. Someone had to do something. They had to bring my beloved back to me. I couldn't live without her because living without Dana was like being dead in my own life.I took her face in my hands as I heard the long beep of the machine connected to Dana. I searched for something to help her, but I didn't know how. No one prepares anyone for this. Not even I, a powerful Alpha, could escape such immense pain."Dana, no... No!" I shouted. "Don't go! You can't go! I won't allow it. Not like this. Please," I begged. I had never begged anyone for anything in my life, but for Dana, I was willing to do anything.I would give my life for hers. I was willing to take her place and her pain so that s

JakeThe door opened just a little, as if someone was afraid to make noise, and when I lifted my gaze, I saw her come in. For a second, I thought I was dreaming, that the sedation was messing with me, but no, it was Kiara, crossing the doorway with slow, timid, almost careful steps.I couldn’t help it. I smiled instantly.I melted. Literally. The moment I saw her walk in, with that expression caught between scared and determined, with her rounded belly showing beneath her clothes, something in my chest loosened. I had imagined seeing her again countless times since I woke up, but I wasn’t prepared for what it would do to me to simply look at her. The monitor showed my heartbeat speeding up.I didn’t know how long I stayed silent, because my mind was too busy recording the image, making sure it was real. I had no idea how she got in, but she did. I knew she found a way, because Irina had forbidden it and threatened to divorce me if I didn’t respect her decision. She had been very clear

KiaraThe waiting was still torture. On one hand, Jake was stable, but on the other, the doctors hadn’t ruled out the possibility that his condition could worsen.Hours passed, and although the critical window wasn’t the same as in the beginning, the possibility of death hadn’t been dismissed.My mind was still at the hospital. On Jake’s trembling voice as he spoke, on how his pride and ego shook when he realized he wasn’t as invincible as he believed. On those words that had stabbed themselves into my mind and heart without any intention of leaving: I love you.I couldn’t get that out of my head because I felt the same way he did, and I wanted to scream it back to him. He didn’t hear me when I said it. We had the perfect moment to admit that what we felt was mutual, but then he fell asleep. It was as if Jake wasn’t meant to hear it.“Kiara,” I heard Thomas call from the kitchen, “do you want tea?”It took me a second to react.“No, thank you,” I answered.We were in a house Juliette

JakeI woke up suddenly, scared, as if I were in the middle of a war again. My eyelids burned the moment they opened and the white hospital light was too intense for my tired eyes. Everything looked blurry, slow, as if my thoughts took too long to reach me, and weakness kept taking over my body and strength.I blinked and swallowed. The pain came back when I moved.The first thing I did was look around for someone, barely turning my head because any bigger movement burned my chest. Everything was the same as the first time I woke up there. Identical to what I remembered… except for one thing.She wasn’t there.Kiara.“Kiara?” My voice came out hoarse, foreign. I wanted her to appear.I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain forced me back down. My heart started beating fast —too fast— while my eyes searched every corner of the room as if something bad were happening to her.“Where is Kiara?” I asked again, with a knot in my throat.My last memory was her worried face, her fingers trembling

JakeThe first thing I did when I woke up was think of Kiara, of her terrified eyes watching me bleed out.The fast memory of what happened crossed my mind like the bullet through my chest. I felt the pain spread through my body as a reminder that I had almost been killed. I didn’t even know how it was possible that I was still alive. I felt myself dying. I felt my soul detach from my body and everything that once bothered me, hurt me, or angered me disappeared from my mind.I forgot about the war between my brother and me, the constant competition in which we challenged each other for a woman.I forgot about Irina, who even though she was pregnant, hadn’t been crossing my mind much lately, unless it was about the baby.I forgot about the pack, about the constant worries that occupied my mind when it came to leading them and protecting every member.I forgot about the company, about the ambitious projects that surrounded my everyday life, about the money, the multimillion-dollar negot

Kiara After I confessed my love to Jake, I understood that he was quickly falling asleep from the sedatives, just like he had said. Was he seriously falling asleep right now? Right when I told him I love him? His hand rested on the white sheet, limp, completely surrendered, and his chest barely moved. He looked so peaceful that I could almost forget Jake had sworn to make my life miserable. I felt a tight knot in my throat. I moved a little closer, leaning toward him. My voice came out small, unsure, scared. I knew it was wrong to have told him I loved him, but part of me wanted him to know. Badly. “Jake,” I called, trying to see if he was still conscious and had heard me. He didn’t react or move an inch. Jake didn’t open his eyes, didn’t frown, didn’t clench his jaw like he usually did, didn’t complain. Nothing. I tried again, even lower this time, afraid to bother him, but deeply distressed by the situation and the confession. “Jake… can you hear me?” Again, absolute silence

KiaraJake was lying on the hospital bed, hooked up to several machines, his chest bandaged and paler than I had ever seen him. He didn’t even look this pale when he was shot. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and his breathing could barely be seen by the slight movement of his abdomen. It seemed hard for him to breathe; he was weak.The bandage was stained with a bit of fresh dried blood, and a shiver ran through me. It looked painful.It was strange. For years, I had seen him so strong, defiant, full of life… and now he was there, with dry, pale lips, his hair stuck to his forehead and slightly messy, and that exhausted expression I wasn’t used to seeing. Jake had never shown himself like this, but today he had no choice but to reveal it.My stomach tightened. It was hard to be here. He had almost died, and seeing him like this was harder than I thought. Jake almost died in my arms today.I walked forward slowly, afraid of seeming intrusive even though Jake was the one who called me. He l

Sophia “Lower the gun, Dante,” Bright ordered. He tried to stay calm, but he was dying to attack Dante. One wrong move, however, could get us all killed. I sobbed, and Dante got angry with me. “Shut your damn mouth!” he yelled at me, and I saw Bright take a step forward. Bright was about to attack, but Dante pointed the gun at my head again. He pressed the barrel against my hair, taking the safety off. I squeezed my eyes shut. The pain wouldn’t let me move, and neither would the fear. The baby was coming. My water broke the moment I heard the gunshots. I was still a week away from full term, but the baby didn’t want to wait. I was suffering. The pain was unbearable, and I felt that something wasn’t right with me. The stress level was dangerous; my blood pressure was dropping. I felt dizzy, my vision blurred. “She’s pregnant, Dante. Are you really going to do this to a pregnant woman? What’s the point of all this? Hurting the person you claim to love?” Bright tried to reason wit

BrightWhen I woke up in the middle of the street with James by my side, I desperately looked everywhere for Sophia.She was nowhere to be found.“I’ve taken the bullet out. You’re going to be fine. I got there in time.”“Where is she?”“They took her, but we tracked the truck to a house at the edge of the forest. We know where she is.”I stood up, dizzy, but nothing was going to stop me from going after her. It didn’t matter if I was injured, Sophia was my family. I would protect her with my life, and I didn’t care about risking my own life as long as I could save hers.I was furious with myself for not having been able to prevent them from taking her. Guilt ate me alive.“I’ll fight even if I’m dizzy and weak,” I said, getting into James’s truck.“We’re all going to fight and kill that son of a bitch once and for all,” he assured me, determined.He started the engine with fury.I mentally prepared myself for the fight. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but nothing else mattered now. The o

SophiaMy blood completely froze when I saw the news. Bright was by my side, lovingly touching my belly while talking to the baby, and he abruptly stopped to see what was happening.Months had passed since Dante was imprisoned, so over time, we began to relax more. Not completely, but Bright and I returned to normal when we moved back into our house to live together as a family. In fact, we sold our house to buy one close to my parents’ home, James’s, and Bright’s parents’.The pack lived in apartments, in a building exclusive to my family. As I’ve said, Dante changed many things once he started his game. For protection, we all stayed together. Bright always said it was better not to let our guard down too much, and James agreed.The deaths stopped once Dante was locked up, which indicated that he hadn’t lied when he confessed to why he was doing it. I must admit that these have been peaceful months in which I’ve felt happy like before, and I haven’t thought about Dante as much.But s

BrightThe police station had a smell I didn’t like. I could sense the anxiety, the confinement. I went through security, left my phone in the tray, and was forced to sign a few papers. I hadn’t called James—not from home or my phone— to tell him I was coming here, because he wouldn’t have agreed with my decision.They led me to the visiting room. Metal table, phone hanging from the wall, two guards watching from a distance. I’d asked to see Dante face-to-face, no glass between us. They said they’d consider it, that they’d see if it was possible. I sat down and waited. I didn’t speak, didn’t check the clock. I just waited for them to bring him in.He came in handcuffed. The guy walked with his head high, as if nothing weighed on him. He had that same arrogant smile he used to wear when he thought he owned everything. He lacked conscience and overflowed with ego. The guards sat him in front of me and stayed close, just in case.“Bright,” he said, like he was anywhere else but a prison.

SophiaThe doorbell rang, and my heart jumped.I knew they were coming, but part of me wished they wouldn’t. Ever since they told me the police would stop by the house to talk to me, I hadn’t been able to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I went back to that room. To him.Bright was the first to get up from the couch. James, standing near the door, took a deep breath before opening it."Police," a woman called through the door.Two officers stepped in, a woman with her hair neatly tied back, sharp eyes, and a young man holding a folder."Inspector Roberts. Officer Francis. Here for Mrs. Sophia."“That’s me,” I replied, trying to sound calm, though my voice trembled.“We just want to ask you a few questions,” she said. “May we come in?”I nodded. Bright gestured toward the living room so they could sit down. I remained standing, not knowing what to do with my hands.“We’d like to clarify a few details about your case,” the inspector began. “First of all, we need to understand why a f

SophiaSophia remained by my side, breathing calmly, her face serene against the pillow. The light coming through the open curtains slid across her skin like a golden trace. It had been so long since I had seen her so peaceful, without fear or tension. But I could still sense the trauma lingering in her. It was a calm born from exhaustion, not peace, an aftermath of darkness that she still carried within her. The darkness Dante had left behind.I couldn’t get out of my head what Dante had told me a few hours ago. Unlike her, I felt like I was losing my mind, trying to figure out the new game Dante was planning. Dante was clever, a real killer. A master planner. If he’d managed to sneak into our wedding night, into a house full of werewolves who already had his scent, then he was capable of anything. I didn’t even feel completely safe knowing the house was surrounded by wolves; after all, we had been attacked once. Sophia had no idea about the deaths Dante had caused that night. I didn