Novels by Wolfe Bayne

Sitting by the river, I reflected on the wonderful occasions I had shared with my packmates, such as playing in the meadow, hunting, and rushing through the forest. I also thought back on the dark times, like when a maniacal alpha and black witches besieged our pack. But through it all, we stuck together and emerged stronger than ever before. It seemed like ages ago since those memorable times, and yet it felt like only yesterday when all of this started. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes for a moment. Suddenly, a voice called out to me through our mental link. "Luna Daphne, come back to us quickly! Our pack is under attack from rogue wolves. We need backup immediately! Alpha Calle is..." Her voice was like a cry coming out loud even though it can only be heard within minds linked together. "Kyla?" I croaked as panicked thoughts raced through my head, sending an adrenaline rush coursing through me. "Did you say rogue attack? Wait, where's Calle?" My muscles tensed up, and before

Suddenly, an eye of swirling air opened up as if it had been drawn on with a great lash, and then a hurricane rushed across the battlefield and made us all cover our faces to protect ourselves from the flying mud and chunks of trees. When it faded, Kurt and Kyla stood in the middle of the circle of bloody ground. They looked around with horror before their sights slowly fell on me. The dirt was churned up where they stood, and clots of grass were bent and tangled around their feet."Alpha Calle!" The twins rushed toward me. "You need to take this!"Before I could speak, Kyla put a small vial in my hands. Its liquid content glistened with an otherworldly glow, pulsating with an energy that seemed to hum in my palms. I only stared at it as Kurt spoke. "Daphne already regained her powers after drinking the elixir. She has probably defeated Lennon by now.""Please, Alpha, drink this before it's too late," Kyla pleaded.I took the small vial from Kyla's hands. The weight of their expectati

Alpha CalleI walked through the portal, feeling its electric energy tingle in my body. I emerged on the other side to find that South America had become a wasteland. People lay dead and dismembered everywhere; their blood soaked into what were once lush grasslands now barren of life. The trees were burnt black, smoke still rising from them like an ominous warning to all who dared venture near this cursed place.But there was one living being here: Alpha Khalid stood tall amongst it all, his silver hair blowing in the wind as he surveyed his pack's destruction with sadness and rage etched onto every line of his face. He gave me an exhausted look before addressing me without words: "You've returned!"“Of course," I replied firmly. "Let's go!"The fight had taken its toll, and I was exhausted. Sweat ran down my face as I blocked a werewolf's assault with my shield and slashed another one open with my sword. I could feel the shock that surged through me when I heard Alpha Khalid shout fo

LennonThe next day, I woke up alone in my den but five beautiful nymphs had come to remove their clothes so I could choose the woman I would sleep with next. They were all eager to please and each one was more ravishing than the last; from fair-skinned goddesses with long, voluminous hair, to dark-haired beauties with sparkling eyes.I felt like a king as I looked around me at all these beautiful women ready to serve me. It was truly a sight to behold and one that made me feel powerful. I slowly got out of bed and walked over to them, looking them each in the eye as if determining which of them would be my chosen companion for the night.Finally, after much consideration, I chose one of them who caught my attention straight away: an exotic beauty with almond eyes and long curly hair that framed her face perfectly. She blushed shyly when our gazes met and I couldn’t help but find it adorable.That night, we made love under the stars and I felt a connection with her unlike any other I

LennonI was dying. I could feel the lifeblood oozing out of my deep wounds, and each breath seemed to be my last. I had been crawling for hours, trying to escape the traitors who were after me. But in my weakened state, I had finally been caught and badly injured in the process. Now, there was no escaping death.My voice cracked and echoed through the empty night air, its plea for help unanswered. I lay helpless on the ground, surrounded by the fading warmth of my blood. Then, I heard them - a chorus of female voices, faint but getting ever closer. At first, I thought it was a dream, a trick of my mind brought on by the loss of blood. But no, I was lying on the cold earth outside a village entrance I had never seen before.The women came into view, stepping out from behind the gates in a rush. An otherworldly light illuminated their hands as they moved in perfect unison. With each passing second, the wounds on my body slowly healed until not even one scar remained.These women were n

DaphneLennon snapped his fingers, and the pack of wolves behind him began to move forward like pawns. The ground shook, and I used the tremor to my advantage. With a wave of my hand, the very earth below our feet seemed to become alive with energy. Giant roots sprouted from the ground, wrapping around Lennon’s men like tentacles. The men fought against their bonds, but it was ineffective because my force was holding them fast."Enough!" Lennon shouted in shock as his voice reverberated off the forest walls all around us and then there was a strange silence. He stumbled back, glaring at me incredulously as he stepped forward, his dark eyes flashing with rage and determination. "What is this?! How are you doing this?"“I’m drawing on the power of the Moon Goddess, just as she has taught me," I replied firmly, my voice echoing in the silence of the bright sky. I felt a rush of strength course through me—this was a power that had been dormant in me for far too long, and now it was bubbli

HeatherI cupped my mouth, and tears streamed down my eyes after reading the paternity test result Olga had given me."It's… It's 99.9% accurate," I managed to choke out. "So Dunstan is wrong. He doesn't own any of my kids. They are all fathered by Ivik." I smiled widely, but tears still continued to flow down my face. The truth finally lifted off my shoulders, removing the confusion and doubt that had plagued me for so long."I told you, girl. Everything's going to be alright," Olga said, patting my shoulder. And then we both gazed at the triplets, who were playing board games on the living room floor, their laughter filling the room. Toby also joined them, although they still didn't know that he was their uncle, despite the fact that he was just their age."So when are you telling them that Ivik is their real father?" Olga inquired.I exhaled heavily. "If not for Dunstan, maybe I had

That night, as Ivik and I were already in bed, we held each other tightly, finding peace in each other's presence. Ivik was brushing my cheek with his thumb; his touch was gentle and comforting. He was smiling, as though he had finally found the missing piece of his heart."Are you sure about giving a chance to Sierra?" Ivik asked."It's not about her, Ivik," I said, giving him a small smile. "It's about the kid. No matter how troublesome his mother is, the child is innocent and deserves a chance at a better life. We can't let our personal feelings get in the way of doing what's right for them. Plus, he's our kid's uncle. Don't you want to introduce him to them?"He nodded with a sigh. You're right. And I'm exhausted of hatred. There's no good in holding onto grudges and letting them consume us." Ivik shifted and laid closer to me, facing me. "I want our kids to grow up in a world where love and understanding prevail. But that doesn't mean I will not punish Sier

HeatherI sat on the grass for a while, running for my breath. Sweats kept on pouring down my face, evidence of the intense training I had just completed. The sun was beginning to set, but its warm glow still illuminated the horizon, creating a beautiful golden hue across the landscape of Crimson Groove.Ivik walked toward me, giving me a bottle of water as he sat down beside me. His own face was glistening with sweat, but he seemed unfazed by the strenuous training. "You did great out there. I can tell you've been working hard to improve your skills."I smiled gratefully, taking a sip of the refreshing water before responding, "Thanks, Ivik. Your training sessions have really pushed me to my limits, but it's all worth it to become a better fighter.""Being a fighter doesn't just require physical strength and skill, pumpkin," Ivik replied, tugging a small strand of my hair playfully. "It also requires mental fortitude and determination. You've been a figh

HeatherWhy was this happening to me? I didn’t do anything wrong. I didn't step on or hurt anyone. I achieved my dreams without causing harm to anyone. Yet, here I was, facing a situation that seemed completely unfair and undeserved.As Dunstan touched me in a way that I didn't like at all, I felt my heart race with fear and anger. I felt like my power was taken away from me. When will this be over? I'd prefer to pass away right now than allow Dunstan to completely violate me."Stop," I muttered. Goosebumps were forming on my skin as he kissed me on the neck."You used to admire my company, remember?" Dunstan whispered. "Why change your heart now?"I shut my eyes, trying to block out his words and the memories of a time when I felt safe and comfortable with him. But no matter how hard I tried, the fear and anger continued to consume me."I'm taking you now, love. I promise, you're going to love me forever."A loud

HeatherI woke up in bed, and when my eyes adjusted to the lights, I realized I was still in the same hotel room where I had been before. I could feel the effects of whatever Dunstan had injected me with. And though I was already conscious, my strength had been completely drained. My mind was foggy, and my body felt heavy, as if I had just run a marathon."Ingesting even a small amount of pure aconitine or the plant itself can be fatal, as it can paralyze respiratory or heart functions." Dunstan walked over to me, and I tried to press myself against the headboard, desperate to put as much distance between us as possible. "You see, my dear, I have complete control over you now. There's no escape." "You're lucky to be alive, though. But don't think for a second that I won't finish what I started.""So what will you do? Examine me in the laboratory like some sort of experiment. Or maybe you'll just dispose of me like a piec

HeatherI woke up in the middle of the night, and my body was still exhausted from how many times Dunstan had urged me to have s*x with him. Although it was consensual, it felt like I was making love with a stranger, leaving me feeling empty and disconnected.Tears escaped from my eyes as I went to the kitchen. My body was wrapped in a blanket, leaving the sleeping Dunstan exposed on the bed. As I made myself a cup of tea, my eyes caught sight of Dunstan's laptop on the table, some papers were scattered around it. So he still worked after our last encounter, which made me very tired.Curiosity got the better of me. I couldn't resist the urge to take a peek and see what he had been working on.I sat at the table, forgetting about the tea that I had just made. As I opened the laptop, a rush of guilt washed over me, but my curiosity was greater than my conscience. The screen displayed a document titled

ClaraBackstage at Fashion Week is pure chaos. Models dart between clothing racks, makeup artists wield their brushes like weapons, and hairstylists wrestle with last-minute touch-ups. The event director, a sharp-dressed woman with a headset practically glued to her ear, barks orders at everyone within a ten-foot radius. She’s the eye of the storm, holding everything together with sheer force of will—and a never-ending supply of coffee.Ella, of course, is in her element. She lounges in a chair while a stylist sets her hair in perfect waves, chatting animatedly with another model. If she’s nervous, she’s got an award-winning poker face.I, on the other hand, am only half-present. While making sure Ella’s dress isn’t wrinkled and adjusting the straps on her heels, my thoughts keep drifting back to dinner with Zachary two weeks ago.“Fashion Week goes on. Ella’s involvement goes on as well. I’ll just make a few adjustments.”What adjustments? The question has been bugging me ever since.

ClaraThe rehearsal ends, and as expected, Ella’s eyes widen in shock when she spots Zachary waiting for her."Zach? What are you doing here?"I watch from a distance, feeling strangely disconnected from them now. Maybe it’s because of everything I know—things I can't say out loud. Secrets that weigh on me. Before I can step closer, Dylan approaches me with a friendly smile."Hey, Clara. How are you?""I’m good. Thanks for asking, Dylan." I feel shy, though I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the way he smiles, so easy and warm.From the corner of my eye, I notice Zachary’s posture shift. He stops mid-sentence with Ella, his sharp gaze flickering toward us.Dylan grins. "When are you going to have an off-duty?"I let out a small laugh, shaking my head. "Off-duty from what exactly?""From being Ella’s shadow, of course," he teases. "You’re always looking out for her. But don’t you ever take a break for yourself?"His words catch me off guard. It’s true—I’ve been so wrapped up in Ella’s world,

ClaraIt has been a week since that encounter on the road with Anton Montgomery, but his words still echo in my head. A warning. A threat. I don’t know the full extent of what he meant, but I know one thing for sure—nothing good ever comes when men like him and Zachary cross paths.I sit in the audience, watching Ella walk confidently across the stage. This isn't just any rehearsal. It’s for Fashion Week, the biggest moment of her career so far. My phone buzzes, pulling me from my thoughts. It's none other than Zachary.Zachary: Where are both of you right now?I sigh. Lately, Zachary has been texting me about our whereabouts like some overbearing bodyguard. It’s a little creepy, honestly. The man is like a high-class stalker. Though, to be fair, considering that 'trouble' is practically his twin brother, I can’t blame him for being paranoid.Me: We’re in the middle of the Fashion Week rehearsal. I mean, Ella.He sees the message instantly, but it takes him a moment to reply. When he

ClaraI glance out the window, watching the streetlights blur past. My chest tightens with the overwhelming feeling that we're being followed. My fingers grip the seat, my palms slick with sweat. I try to steady my breathing, but every turn we take, every red light Zachary speeds through, the car behind us stays right on our tail. It feels like they’re toying with us, and the fear creeping through me grows stronger with each second.I steal a look at Zachary. His expression is stone-cold, eyes scanning the road with razor-sharp focus. I swallow hard, trying to steady my nerves, but the fear gnaws at me, relentless and consuming.“Who are they?” I ask.“I don’t want to know,” Zachary mutters grimly, foot pressing harder on the accelerator. "But I need to lose them."A dangerous thought slips from my lips before I can stop it. “Does this have something to do with your… illegal business?”He glances at me sharply but doesn’t deny it. “Yes.”Fear twists inside me, but it isn’t just for my

ClaraI push open the hospital room door carefully, trying not to wake my mother if she’s asleep. But instead of finding her resting, I see her sitting upright in bed, a warm smile lighting her tired features. Her frail hands rest on the blanket covering her legs, and the faint beeping of the monitors reminds me of why she’s here in the first place.“Clara, sweetheart,” she greets me with that familiar softness in her voice that always makes my heart ache. “You didn’t have to come this late.”I force a smile, stepping closer and placing the stuffed bear on the small table beside her bed. "I wanted to see you. How are you feeling, Mom? Are the doctors saying you're getting better?"She sighs softly, offering a reassuring smile. "I'm doing okay, sweetheart. The doctors say it's a slow process, but they seem optimistic. Don't worry too much about me."Sitting down beside her, I take her hand, feeling the coolness of her skin beneath my fingertips. She squeezes back gently. “How’s work goi

ClaraWhy is he even here? Zachary Langston walks with me, wasting his time at an amusement park. He should be at some high-profile meeting or entertaining a woman like Catarina, the Orange County princess with her perfect blonde waves and designer heels. Yet here he is, steps away from a booth selling corn dogs. The irony of it makes my lips twitch, though I quickly stifle the almost-smile.“You’re quiet,” he says suddenly. It isn’t a question. More like an observation that pins me in place.“I don’t want to disturb your brooding,” I reply, attempting a light tone. Humor is my armor, though it rarely seems to work on him.To my surprise, the corner of his mouth twitches. Barely perceptible, but it is there. “Brooding?” he echoes, arching a brow.“Well, you’re not exactly radiating amusement,” I say, gesturing vaguely at his stern expression. “I think this place is supposed to be fun.”He glances around, as if noticing the flashing lights and laughter for the first time. “Fun isn’t ex

Henry"I shouldn't have done that." I was pacing back and forth in the living room. Guilt was weighing heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe, even hard to think about anything else. My head wanted to explode."I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have kissed her," I muttered, my fingers gripping my hair in frustration. She was my daughter, for fucking sake. I had crossed a line that should never have been crossed. The shame and regret consumed me as I tried to figure out how to make things right again.But why did I feel this way? Era was right. I had been controlling myself. I had been denying this disturbing attraction for too long, and now it had finally come to a head. She seemed to be okay with it, but I knew deep down that it was wrong.I had never felt this way toward any other woman before, even to Emily herself. But Era—even in her inoscent and clumsy ways—had managed to capture my attention in a way that I couldn't explain, had managed to break down my walls and

Era"Fuck!"Henry was mumbling some cusses countless times as he drove like a madman through the city streets, narrowly avoiding collisions with other vehicles. His knuckles were white at the tight grip he had on the steering wheel.On the other hand, I was wiping my tears away, trying to calm my racing heart and steady my breathing. Why was he mad all of a sudden? Was it because of what I did? Of course, it was because of what I did. "I'm so sorry. I was drunk."He was completely ignorant of my emotions. The very mention of that from him made my chest muscles tense, forcing my heart to pound so hard. So, why did he kiss me? Was it truly due to that stupid whiskey, or did he desire me but decline to accept it? We came home at around two in the morning. From the parking lot to the elevator and down the corridor, his lips were as silent as the cold air. He, too, was cold.He let me enter the apartment first, but I didn't go to my room immediately. Instead, I faced him with my fists cl

Timothy"Emily Campbell. Emily Cambell. Emily Campbell" I was muttering this name for seconds now as I surfed through the internet looking for any information I could find.I was actually surprised when Mr. Adersen assigned me this task. Not that it was a challenging task, but because Emily Campbell was a name that seemed to have no significance in our company. The woman wasn't even a client or a rival company.There could be one reason for why Mr. Adersen wanted me to look into her, and I was determined to find out what it was."Why are you so early, Tim?"A pair of slender arms circled around my waist from behind, and I turned to see Sarah, the receptionist, smiling up at me. "You must leave office work at the office and enjoy your evening. After all, it's our date night tonight." She started licking my neck playfully, sending shivers down my spine."Aren't you sore enough from our last night's activities?" I teased, turning slightly to kiss her softly on the lips."I can't help it,

EraCora drove like a drag racer, so getting to the nightclub in fifteen minutes was entirely conceivable. Fortunately, the cops did not stumble upon us; otherwise, we would have spent the night in jail.When we entered the club, the aroma of alcohol greeted us. The swirling neon lights were so brilliant, and the live music was playing all around the bar, raising everyone's spirits and inspiring them to get on the dance floor and unleash their wild side.After a while of sitting on a U-shaped couch, my friends quickly took drinks from a tray that the waitress had handed them.“Come on, Era! Let’s dance!” Cora insisted, pulling my arm."No, Cora. I will stay here." I untangled her arms around my wrist.Cora and the other girls looked at me. I was actually shocked that their eyes were already half-hooded. Great. They were already wasted after barely ten minutes. "You are not here to fill up the couch with your luscious ass until morning, girl. What is wrong with you? I assumed you wante

“You have to come with us,” Cora spoke next to my ear as quietly as possible.From the sofa where Cora and I sat, I turned my head in the balcony’s direction. Spotting Henry lighting his cigarette, I bit my lips at the memory of him seeing me naked as a jaybird a while ago. What could he possibly be thinking about me now?“Hey, Era! Are you listening?”“Ouch!”Cora pinched the side of my arm, snapping me back to reality. “What now! The girls are waiting in the parking lot. They’re beginning to get annoyed!”I glared at her and said, “Fine! But hold on a second. I don’t even know if Henry’s allowing me to go out with you.”“Henry? You mean that hot guy who opened the door?” she said, smirking.I smiled at her description. Well, she found him attractive, too. Of course, everybody seemed to be captivated by his presence. “He’s my dad,” I said.Her eyes expanded with awe. "Wow..." She cast a peek at the balcony. "But you know what? He doesn't resemble your father. He looks more like your

Chapter 7HenryI went out the balcony with a cigar in hand and tried to distract myself from the cool night air and the city lights below. The image of Era's nudity was still etched in my mind as I took a deep drag from my cigar and let the smoke swirl around me, hoping to clear my thoughts. This girl indeed grew up without a male figure around her, and it showed in her reckless behavior. The thought of her doing it in front of a stranger made me uneasy. Should I lecture her?I shook my head. It had been days since I lived with her, and the last thing she would want is a lecture from me.My phone rang, and I saw it was Emily calling. Why would I always frown when her name popped up on my screen?"Hey, Emily, what's up?"There was a silent pause on the other end before she finally spoke. "Hi, Henry. I just want to check on Era. Is she doing okay?" II looked over at Era, who was now chatting with her friend in the living room. "Yeah, she seems fine.""Is she sleeping now? She should b