Novels by Soter Precious

Blaze“You better not fucking crash this car,” I mutter, yanking at my seatbelt, heart already pounding harder than it should.Carlo just smirks, cocky bastard. His hands are steady on the wheel, but his eyes? They flash that wicked glint he gets when he’s about to do something dumb, dangerous, or insanely hot.“That depends,” he says smoothly. “You gonna let me fuck you or not?”I shoot him a side-eye, trying to play it cool, even though my dick’s already half-hard from just hearing his voice drop like that. “You’re ridiculous. We’re literally still close to Felix’s street.”“And your point is?”“My point is I’m not about to get railed in a fucking car while his neighbors walk their dogs.”Carlo chuckles low in his throat. “Relax, princess. I know a spot.”I roll my eyes, annoyed that I’m not already yelling for him to turn the fuck around. But I don’t. I sit there, arms crossed, staring at the road like I give a damn. Truth is—I’m buzzing. Still. Ever since brunch.Watching Felix ne

Carlo“I need to piss. Don’t start a fight while I’m gone. I mean it. I’m watching you two.” Blaze says, standing from the table with his phone already in hand.I don’t even wait until he’s out of sight. The second he’s gone, Felix’s eyes cut into me like knives.“What the fuck are you planning, Carlo?”I lean back in my chair, chewing slowly. He looks like he’s about to rip the tablecloth off and wrap it around my neck. Good.“Planning? What the fuck do you mean? I’m enjoying a nice dinner with my boyfriend.”He glares at me, jaw tight. “Don’t fucking call him that. You know exactly what I mean. This shit you’re pulling, whatever the fuck it is—I’m not letting you drag him down with you.”I scoff. Loud. Like it’s the dumbest shit I’ve heard all night. “Drag him down? You think I forced him into anything? Please. He’s already mine. You just can’t handle the fact you’re the closest person to him and still couldn’t grow the balls to say how you feel.”His hand twitches on the table. For

CarloHow Blaze and I managed to drop our defenses and set our differences aside still baffles me. It’s like we spent years burying something real beneath layers of resentment—hatred we clung to so tightly, we forgot what even started it.Ever since that night he saw my tattoo, things have shifted. There’s this magnetic pull between us now, like gravity finally gave up fighting. He’s loosened up around me, more open, more… him. It’s almost hard to believe we were ever at each other’s throats, and somehow, that contrast makes every moment with him feel even more addictive.But the more I accept how deep I’ve fallen for this idiot—the same one I’ve been pretending to hate for years—the more I start to unravel. I’ve known it since that damn first night: I love him. And now that I do, everything feels more fragile. He keeps putting up this wall every time I try to move us forward, like he’s scared of what it means. Hell, maybe I am too.What if I cancel the contract? Will he walk away? Wi

Blaze“You’re not leaving, are you?” I ask him, stretching across the bed to steal the last pancake off his plate.Carlo smirks, grabbing the fork before I get to it. “Not unless you’re kicking me out.”I roll my eyes, flipping onto my back, letting the sheet fall off my stomach. “Tch. I should kick you out. For breathing too loud.”He chuckles. “What the? This is my house and please, I breathe sexy.”“This is my room and no, you breathe like a middle-aged dog.”It’s been a month. Just one fucking month since this thing started—whatever the hell this is. A month of not killing each other. Of actually sleeping in the same bed. Of sneaky fucks. Morning breakfasts that turn into lazy conversations about dumb shit. Nights where we talk so much I forget why I hated him.And yeah, I hated him. Still do sometimes. The smugness, the way he never fucking backs down, the fact that he always has something to say when I want silence. But somehow, he’s here. Still here. And I’m not asking him to l

BlazeHe spills his hot cum all over my face as he grabs my head and pulls me away, groaning through clenched teeth. Seeing the expression on his face gives me a twisted satisfaction... seeing how much he's helpless under my touch.He finally raises his head, our eyes locking for a while before he stretches his hand to wipe the cum off my face—but instead, he grabs me. In one swift movement, he flips me, my back hitting the couch, legs in the air like I’m some fuck toy he just unwrapped."Carlo—" I start to say, but he ain't listening. His fingers are already yanking my boxers off like it personally offended him.I don't fight it.He raises both my legs with one arm, his palm still wet with his cum, and then he fucking slides his hand straight into my hole."Did you get wet on both sides from sucking me?" he smirks, that cocky expression that used to piss me off so bad. But now? It makes my stomach twist and burn in a whole different way. Shit, I even blush.Fucking hell, I blush like

Blaze“Whatever was suddenly wrong with me, I just can’t understand my current feeling, it’s like holding on to something you have looked for all your life and finding it in the last minute.”A sharp, sensitive feeling brazes my nipple, and I shudder like some desperate virgin who’s been teased for too damn long.“Argh,” I manage to moan out the moment he frees my lips for a second.Yeah, it does feel familiar now. I know this feeling—this pleasure that races down my spine, straight to my balls. It’s the kind of rush that makes my toes curl and my brain short-circuit. He moves to my neck, face buried against my skin, his breath warm and maddening. One arm wraps tight around me, the other slips down into my boxers like he owns the damn place.I brace myself, expecting one of his stupid-ass taunts—some cocky shit like, “You’re always ready for me, aren’t you?” But he says nothing.He strokes me slowly, and I swear I melt into a puddle of horny weakness. My tip’s already leaking, probabl

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