Novels by Soter Precious

The living room was filled with the soft hum of conversation and occasional laughter, the warmth of companionship wrapping around me like a familiar blanket.Navian sat beside me, his eyes reflecting both relief and concern. I glanced around at the others—Rita, Mikel, and someone I hadn’t expected to see—Elena, Navian’s fiancée.Having Elena in the room made me feel off and it only got worse when she took a step forward, the atmosphere thickening. Her eyelids were puffy and her cheeks were crimson.It looked like she had been sobbing non-stop for many hours. I studied her with caution because I didn’t know what to anticipate.Elena said with a trembling voice, "Anna." “I—I need to apologize. For everything.”I frowned, glancing at Navian for an explanation, but he nodded, silently urging me to hear her out.“I—worked with Hannah to get you and Owen kidnapped,” she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush.“I was jealous and insecure. I thought—thought Navian still had feelings for

I watched as Landen cradled Owen in his arms and rocked him back and forth like a baby. I could see the tenderness in his gaze as a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Seeing him this protective and caring kind of guy reminded me of their planned connection. "He's so peaceful when he sleeps." I walked over to them and whispered, “Like all the pain and chaos we’ve been through never touched him.”Landen glanced up at me, his eyes shining with a warmth I hadn’t seen in years. “It’s because of you, Anna. You’ve always protected him, kept him safe when I couldn’t.”I smiled softly, reaching out to brush my fingers through Owen’s hair. “We both protected him, Landen. We’re both his parents.”A flicker of something—guilt, regret—crossed his face. He looked down at Owen, his jaw tightening.“I failed him. I failed both of you. I let you go… let you suffer alone because I didn’t see what was right in front of me.”“Landen,” I whispered, my voice gentle but firm. “We’ve been throug

Anna's POVI found myself in the middle of the pack house, surveying the crowd spread before me. Some faces were known to me, while a few were unknown but friendly faces, filled with respect and warmth.It was heartwarming to hear Landen’s voice echo around the room, announcing my presence after such a long time.“Today, we acknowledge what should have never been questioned,” Landen declared, his gaze steady on me.“Anna is the rightful Luna of the Moonlight Pack. Her strength, courage, and unwavering loyalty have proven that time and again. And,” he paused, his voice softening as he looked at Owen, “our son, Owen, is the true heir of this pack.”Around us, cheers broke out. I felt a wave of emotions rush through me as a result of the music. I blinked back the tears that pricked at the corners of my eyes while maintaining a straight face. I had believed I had lost this moment and this realization forever.I glanced over at Owen, who was standing beside Landen, a proud smile on his sma

I wasn’t separated from Anna for hours it seemed like I had been watching over her the whole day. Each day washed the other away, sleepless nights and hours of waiting where the days became a blur. I sat by her bedside and only got up occasionally to attend to Owen or get something I needed.It mattered not whether the roof above was made of iron or gold; it mattered not whether the earth below was stone or sand; it didn’t matter whether the food on the table was plain or grand; the only thing that was important was to be here with her, waiting for her to wake up and give me her smile once again, to hear her laughter, to hear her say “I’m fine.”It was very silent in that room, the only audible noises were the …beeping of the heart monitor, and the sound of the equipment. I saw how Anna’s chest was moving up and down, but she was so weak, so slim, so unlike the woman I had married.I reached out and touched her gently on her hand, afraid to grip it too firmly lest she break.“Anna,” I

Gerald was finally behind bars, I was standing just outside of the cell, looking at him across the heavy barred iron, I looked at him that way.He looked right back at me and his eyes were filled with anger and hate that had been brewed deep within him.“You think this is over, Landen?” Gerald sneered, his lips curling back. “You may have won this round, but you’ll never truly defeat me. The bond I have with Anna—”“Shut your mouth,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. “You lost, Gerald. There’s no bond, no claim. You’ll rot in this cell for the rest of your miserable life.”I turned on my heel, walking away before I could do something I’d regret. I couldn’t afford to let Gerald’s words affect me now. Not when Anna’s life still hung in the balance. I glanced at the pack warriors standing guard.“No one goes in or out without my express permission,” I ordered. “He doesn’t get to speak to anyone. Understood?”“Yes, Alpha,” they replied in unison, their stances firm and unyielding.Sa

I glanced up as the two warriors dragged a struggling, screaming Hannah towards me. Her screams broke through the mayhem and blood that had marred the evening, resonating throughout the warehouse.My so-called wife, the one who had destroyed all I had ever held dear, was the object of my unwavering gaze.“What is the meaning of this?” I growled, narrowing my eyes at the warriors.My voice came out low and dangerous, but I couldn’t help it. Anger coursed through my veins like fire. “You dare to handle my wife like that?”The words slipped out before I could stop them, but even as I said them, they felt foreign on my tongue. I didn’t recognize them as mine.Was she really my wife? Could I even call her that when Anna—my true mate—was lying on the cold ground, bleeding out in front of me?“We apologize, Alpha, but…” One of the warriors hesitated, glancing at his partner before meeting my gaze again.“We saw the Luna pull the trigger that just shot Lady Anna.”All I could feel was cold, a

Carlo“Hey,” Sasha finally says, snapping me out of my thoughts. Her voice carries an edge, annoyance thick in her tone.My mind was wandering elsewhere while she worked diligently, her hands and mouth doing what they always did best.“I’ve been doing this for 20 fucking minutes, and it’s still soft,” she growls, her eyes twitching as she tries to mask her irritation.“Why would your mind be wandering around at this moment, or have you lost the strength in your loins?” she bites, her tone daring me to argue.I chuckle hard at her question.“Bastard! What’s funny?” she purrs angrily, glaring at me.“Maybe you weren’t doing a good job, Sasha. Did you lose your skills?” I ask with a smirk, knowing damn well it isn’t her fault. She’s still as good as ever, and yet, nothing. No reaction, no desire. Just… irritation.“You’re an asshole,” she snaps, but her pride keeps her going. She picks up the pace, her tongue circling the tip of my cock, sucking harder, her hands stroking me in rhythm. N

Carlo“You make sure to get this shit done, got it?” I echo into the phone, my tone sharp enough to slice through Milan’s nerves. I can imagine him sweating on the other end. I’ve been in a really crappy mood since last night.Y-yes, boss,” he stammers. “I’ll handle it.”“You better.” I hang up with a slam of my hand against the desk, muttering under my breath.“Damn it.” I swing my head backward, resting it on the chair as frustration bubbles inside me. Seeing him so comfortable being held by that asshole kid riled me up. My fists clench involuntarily, the phantom urge to punch something—anything—burning under my skin. I felt like tearing the dude apart.And I can see it now—I’m slowly fucking losing my mind because of that bastard. That smug, carefree asshole who’s still out there living his life, completely oblivious to how much of a mess he’s made of mine since he jumped on me.“Boss?” My secretary’s voice cuts through my thoughts, hesitant. She’s standing at the door, one hand gr

Blaze"Blaze?" I hear a familiar voice call as I step out of the club, the cold night air smacking me in the face.Max? Oh, for fuck’s sake. I shudder unconsciously. “What the hell are you doing here?” I spin around, raising an eyebrow at him. Damn bastard, calling my name like we’re mates or something. Not that I don’t find it cute how he always says it, but still.“Well, I was dragged to a gay club by my friends, only to find you here,” he says, grinning like a fucking golden retriever. Before I can tell him to buzz off, his excitement takes over, and he rushes toward me like a damn hurricane, pulling me into a hug.“Holy shit, how the hell are you even so tall? Now I look like your junior,” I grumble, craning my neck to look up at him. Seriously, this guy is built like a skyscraper.Max beams down at me, his smile so stupidly cute it makes my heart do a weird little backflip in my chest. Goddamn it.But then I feel it. An ominous, heavy-ass gaze burning into my side. My head snaps

Blaze"Your mother is sick?" Max's voice stops me mid-step.I turn slowly, narrowing my eyes at him. "That’s not something to bother about," I reply, walking straight to my seat. Dropping into it, I lean back, trying to relax. Like hell that kid’s going to leave me alone now."Is that why you’re having an affair with a married man?"His words hit me like a fucking truck. My brows furrow, my teeth clenching."Fucking hell!" I snap, cutting him off before he can spew more nonsense. "What the hell is your business? Didn’t I tell you not to bother about my life? Were you deaf when I said it?" My voice rises, and I can feel the twitch in my eye.Max freezes, his big puppy-dog eyes widening. He looks like a damn kid caught stealing cookies. His gaze drops to the floor and then flicks back up at me, all hesitant and shit."I just want to know if you’re doing okay," he says softly. "Fine, you see me as a kid and that’s why you rejected me. But at least let me support the champion I cherish. I

Blaze “Hey, where the heck are you?” Felix’s voice blares through the phone, loud enough to make me groan as I turn over on my bed. “At home, where the fuck else would I be?” I mutter, staring at the ceiling, my eyes still blurry from sleep. “Damn it, Blaze! You promised to get my bike fixed. I got a kid renting it today!” he snaps. I rub my face, trying to wake up. “Jesus, Felix, stop yelling. You’re gonna make my ears bleed.” I sigh, dragging myself up. “Give me 30 minutes, okay? I’ll take care of it.” “You better,” he grumbles before hanging up. I toss my phone onto the bed and stretch, my muscles sore as hell. It’s been a month since Max started training. Kid’s got potential, I’ll give him that, but he’s still got a lot to learn. The next race is coming up, and he’s eager as fuck to make a name for himself. Basics are covered—I just need to show him the tricks that’ll keep him alive out there. Running my fingers through my hair, I remember tonight’s plan: meeting Mr.

Blaze“Hey, limping dog, get the order here ASAP!” one of them yells.I bite down hard on my tongue. Bastards like this are everywhere, especially in places like this gay bar. It’s not the first time I’ve been called names or treated like some freak on display. The urge to smash his fucking nose into his face rises, but I take a deep breath instead. If I lose my shit here, Andrew will have my ass. And with all the VIPs in the house tonight, he’d probably fire me on the spot.I make my way to their table, balancing the tray of drinks. Their faces are plastered with smug grins, eyes roaming over me like they’ve never seen a guy in tight jeans before. I drop the drinks on their table, trying to keep it professional, but just as I’m about to walk away, I feel it.A fucking smack on my ass.I freeze, my hands clenching into fists.“Damn! He’s got a really tiny waist,” one of them snickers, his voice dripping with mockery. “He should be up on that stage dancing if it wasn’t for that one leg