Novels by Sarah Holmes

Chapter 8: To Pay For The Past. Morana’s point of viewI had honestly expected him to agree, to comply and do by my words. Instead, he halted on his path, his movement becoming still. My statement appearing to get to him, silence drifting between us afterwards with me expecting his voice to modify a response. His head bent in a swift move, returning back to a straight pose. “You need to heal yourself, follow me back to healer’s house.” His calm tone filed the response, resuming his action of picking back his shirt to bear it on his body.I got up from the floor where I was, remnants of pain rolling off my system. The attack has never being this heavy, I was unable to breathe and it felt as though a needle was repeatedly stabbing my chest. Everything felt heated, my skin was on fire, my insides were burning up. Today’s trauma attack was like I have never seen. Albeit, he helped with getting rid of it, the thought still lingers that he triggered it, was the cause of me almost dying

Chapter 7: Let me GO. Morana’s point of view He stood there in his glory, the door slightly opened with half of his body popping out and glaring at us. My eyes racked his body over, narrowing up from the strong vein lining from his below at both sides to his hard toned torso to the well carved abs that set up so well and around his belly button with no button; it was pushed inside and small, then to his large chest that parted his male breast were hot pointed stone-hard nipples I wish my tongue could flick against and feel them between my teeth. Sick sick sick Morana, so sick. ‘Oh but we’re not sick. Just look at him.’ My wolf purred along my dirty thought.Running my gaze through the tattoos drew on him, that beautified his manly appearance, my mouth watered at the sight. At his upper trunk around his neck was a crossed feathery tattoo, with the word “Pure” written and carved underneath. Visible from the sides of his shoulder was the bottom of a rose flower that was drawn up h

Chapter 6: Morana’s point of view Her words chanted repeatedly in my brain, not everything and just the last part. If I heard her correctly, she called my mate her mate and that wasn’t only plain surprising, that was the most absurd thing.Aside her calling me a traitor when I have no past or connection with this place. What in the wereworld does she mean by that?“What are you talking about?” My brows furrowed starring at her in primal confusion and failing to decipher her words through her expression. “You heard me correctly and I won’t repeat myself to someone like you. I don’t know why Kale took you in, but I’m warning you to stay away from him.” She seethed with her index pointed at my face threateningly. His name must be Kale and her calling him by his name means there’s really a relationship going on between them. “Stay away? Why? I don’t understand anything you’re saying right now.” My head nod to the sides, displaying my confusion to all she’s saying right now and not th

Chapter 5: Some Past She Doesn’t Know. Morana’s point of view I uttered the statement, constructed the words and stated it firmly with no regrets. Half of me hailed from inside supporting what I said and my decision, the other half and my wolf yelled at my naivety and cussed badly at me for making such decision. He stopped on his tracks as he heard those words, turning back to face me with his stoic gaze lowered as he stared at me through his eyebrows. He really doesn’t have to be this scary, it’s unnecessary. Perhaps I should have given him a chance to prove himself different and capable of giving me what I want. But a chance really? He locked me up just after he found out we’re mated to each other and never for once came over to check on me or how I was doing.Then all of a sudden after I had call for him, he ordered me to follow me without talking to me or even trying to explain to me who he is, what we have going on between us. How we’re going to deal with it. With the am

Chapter 4: My Strange Scary Mate. Morana’s point of view I sat still awaiting anything from the guards that went to deliver my message to my new mate. He isn’t back yet and it has been up to ten minutes he went away from here.A new guard have taken over of course and I wonder what I am in here, a prisoner or what exactly? All I know is I found my second chance mate and he gave me signs that he doesn’t want me before I passed out in his Arms. Emphasis on the arms, then woke up to find myself in this cell. I’m definitely a prisoner, but I just was never treated like one, a special treatment was actually given to me. I have my own soft mattress and a blanket to keep myself warm whenever the dawn’s frostiness hits.I don’t know which werewolf Pack holds me? Or anything about my mate at all. I’m just in here, kept locked in for the past three weeks now according to the friend I have made. After awhile, I lost track of time. Killian was the only one nice to me since I got here, the r

Chapter 3: Retentive Traumas. Morana’s point of view My head was trying hard to comprehend the situation, to comprehend what was going on. Mate? I pondered in my head. Could this be real or just a dream. His amazing scent inundating my entire smelling organ. ‘Darah we need to wake up from this dream.’ I said to my wolf, taking notice of her excitement finally. She wagged her tail happily, approaching him in jolly movement. We got to him, the smell of his amazing scent becoming heavy as it waft through our noses. Darah sniffed all over him. Unable to get enough of his scent, this nestling herself into his body, ruffling our furs with each other. He was so big we appeared like a matured pup compared to his size, our furs rubbed perfectly against his sending unwanted sparks through our body. The jolts reminding me that this wasn’t a dream, and rather a binging reality. Darah purred in pleasure not minding that the warriors were watching us with torrid gazes. His black eyes c