Novels by Bree

The atmosphere was electric as Orion and Ava gathered around the guard’s phone. What they saw left them speechless. The first video featured one of their top clients, Mr Connor, addressing the camera directly. “Ava Miller is one of the most ethical and hardworking people I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. She doesn’t deserve this baseless slander.” The next clip was from a woman who ran a tech startup. “I’ve worked with Ava for years, and she’s never mixed business with personal matters. She’s an incredible leader and an even better person.” Client after client echoed the same sentiment. Ava’s throat tightened with emotion. “I… I don’t know what to say.” Her phone buzzed in her hand, and she answered it quickly. “Connor?” Connor’s warm chuckle came through the line. “Hello, Ava.” “You had something to do with this, didn’t you?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief. “I may have given them a little push,” Connor admitted. “You

Ava sat at the edge of the plush bed in the penthouse, her phone pressed tightly to her ear. Her sister Holly’s voice, warm but teasing, crackled on the other end of the line.“They’re letting me out today,” Holly said, a tinge of relief softening her words.“Finally!” Ava exclaimed, the tension in her shoulders easing just a little. “Are you sure you're okay? Are they rushing this? Should I send Rose to come bring you back home?”“Ava, I’m fine,” Holly assured her. “I promise. Don’t you have something a little more important to focus on today? Like, I don’t know... your vows?”Ava groaned, leaning back against the headboard. “Don’t remind me. The words just feel... insufficient. How do I even begin to promise forever again when forever feels—”“Unreal? Complicated? A hot mess?” Holly teased, cutting her off. “Sis, this isn’t your first rodeo. What is it now, the third time saying ‘I do’? Or is it fourth?”“Third,” Ava said, rolling her eyes despite herself. “And technically, it’s the

Is he saying the truth? What if this is another trap? Ava thought to herself. How can she believe him so easily when he hasn’t given her any reason to trust him?“Well, I’m sorry if I jumped on your bones that night,” Ava muttered, her voice laced with embarrassment and a tinge of shame. “I think my drink was spiked. Someone wanted the scandal to happen by all means.” Orion’s expression shifted instantly. He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto hers with a heat that made her breath hitch. Then he threw his head back, laughing, not out of humor but relief—a deep, raw sound that echoed between them. “I was scared at first,” he said, his tone softening, the laughter fading as his voice dipped into something far more intimate. “Do you have any idea what went through my mind? What if I hadn’t been there? What could’ve happened to you?” His hand reached out, tracing her jaw with his thumb, tilting her face toward his. “And yet…” His voice dropped lower, rough with unspoken emotions. “I

Ava’s POVThe phone rang, startling me out of my spiraling thoughts. Orion’s name flashed across the screen, and for a moment, I debated letting it go to voicemail. My fingers hovered over the answer button, but I couldn’t bring myself to press it. Not yet. My mind was a battlefield of emotions—anger, confusion, betrayal, and something else I didn’t want to admit.What if this was a trap? What if answering his call meant walking straight into the jaws of whatever scheme he was tangled up in? But what if it wasn’t? What if this was my chance to finally get answers?But curiosity, anger, and the faintest sliver of hope compelled me to answer. I said nothing at first when the call connected as he asked how I was doing, the whirlwind of emotions churning inside me making words feel impossible.“What do you want, Orion?” I snapped, my voice sharp with frustration. “Ava,” he began, his tone calm, almost clinical. “We need to talk. I’m sending a private jet for you. I want you back in Ne

Orion’s POV The afternoon hung heavy in the air as the conversation with Damien and his friend dragged on. I found myself almost forgetting the chaos that had surrounded my life recently, but just for a moment. It was good to laugh again, good to be surrounded by people who were easy to talk to, even if they didn’t know the whole story. We hung out for hours, the conversation drifting from one topic to another, the type of mindless banter that felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders.But as the sun began to sink into the horizon, reality knocked at my door once again. It had been a while since I’d seen or heard from Ava, and I was beginning to miss her. We’d spent the morning in silence, and now it was time to return. The driver was already waiting, and I reluctantly said my goodbyes. We promised to be in touch, though I had a gnawing feeling that the night might not go as smoothly as it seemed.The ride back to the hotel was quiet, the hum of the engine barely noticeable against

Orion’s POVThe figure stood across the road, his sharp, unmistakable silhouette striking against the mid-morning sun. My pulse raced, and rage surged through me as recognition set in. Him.The man I’d been hunting for so long—the man whose actions had destroyed so much of my life—stood there, calm as ever, watching me like a predator assessing its prey. My fists clenched at my sides as the years of suppressed anger bubbled to the surface. The crowd shifted around us, people brushing past like ghosts as the world narrowed to just him and me. His lips curled into a smirk, a taunt that sent fury coursing through my veins. Why now? Why here? Every bitter memory of that day came rushing back. If he and his goons hadn’t beaten me to a bloody pulp and left me to die, I would have made it to my wedding. Ava wouldn’t have had to endure years of torment, and maybe—just maybe—my life wouldn’t have spiraled out of control. And then there was Chloe… I shook the thought away, my jaw tighteni

Reina had barely taken two steps when Andrew stood leisurely, his gaze burning into her back. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, a predator stalking its prey. Then, he stopped right in front of her, so close she could smell the faintest trace of expensive cologne beneath the rot of his arrogance. His fingers curled around her chin, tilting her face up toward him. A muscle ticked in his jaw as he studied her, his thumb brushing against her bottom lip in a mockery of tenderness. "You know," he murmured, his voice dangerously smooth, "you seem to be forgetting something very important." Reina clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. Andrew smirked. "You can’t touch a single cent, a single property, a single damn thing—unless we’re married. And if you’re not planning on becoming Mrs. Andrew Coleman…" He let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Then it’s your loss. Because at the end of the day, I will get everything. With or without you." The audacity of him. The sick,

Reina’s POVThe room spun. My fingers tingled with the urge to claw at the paper on the floor, to rip it apart as if destroying the letter could rewrite my reality. Lucy’s smug face. Andrew’s predatory grin. The lawyer’s impassive stare. All of them watching. Waiting. I forced my breaths to slow, to steady my pulse, even as the weight of my father’s betrayal threatened to crush me. This wasn’t just about money. It was about power. Control. They wanted to break me.Andrew leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His voice was slick, amused. “You know, Reina, you don’t have to fight this. It would be... nice.” I turned to him slowly, my lips curving into a humorless smile. “You think forcing me into a marriage will make me obedient?” His gaze darkened, but he didn’t lose his smirk. “I think it’ll make you mine. And that’s all that matters.” I gritted my teeth, refusing to react. He wanted to see me flinch. He wanted to taste my fear. Not today. Lucy exhaled dra

Reina’s POVThe room felt suffocating, thick with tension as I sat across from the people I hated most in the world. My stepmother, Lucy, sat with an infuriating smirk on her face, her eyes gleaming with mockery. Beside her, Andrew lounged back like he owned the place, one arm draped over the chair, his fingers tapping idly against the wood. I forced my hands to remain still in my lap, refusing to let them see how tightly I wanted to curl them into fists. The lawyer, a stern-looking man with graying hair and sharp eyes, cleared his throat after realizing that my bodyguard won't be leaving.“We will now proceed with the reading of Mr. Vale’s last will and testament.” His voice was even, professional, but I could hear the faintest edge of impatience. Lucy scoffed, leaning back in her seat. “Let’s just get this over with. We all know who the rightful heirs are.” Andrew chuckled slowly, giving me a look that made my stomach churn. I clenched my jaw, choosing silence. There was n

Reina’s POVThis was not what I bargained for. Why wasn’t he angry? Why didn’t he demand that I leave? Why was he so calm? I would have preferred his wrath—preferred him casting me out, yelling, rejecting me. Instead, his silence, his deliberate control, became my punishment. Every second I spent cradling him, pressing food to his lips, I felt something stir inside me—something buried deep, something dark. It crept to the surface, whispering temptations I wasn’t ready to name.The way his tongue flicked over the fork, slow and deliberate, sent a shiver down my spine. His eyes—dark, unyielding—pinned me in place, stripping me bare with nothing more than a look. I clutched at my shirt, as if the fabric could shield me, as if it could keep him from seeing the way my breath hitched, the way heat curled low in my stomach. And oh, the bites on my palm— Snap out of it, Reina. Get a grip! But my gaze betrayed me, drifting to my hand, to the faint imprints of his teeth still pressed

Cassian’s POVI passed out on the floor of my room after I had exhausted myself in the bathroom. It was almost dinner time when I woke up to the sharp ring of the bedside phone. "Ugh," I groaned, shifting slightly. My muscles ached, my skin was damp with sweat, and worst of all, my cock still throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. I had taken my release, yet it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. I ran a hand through my damp hair, exhaling through my nose as the ringing stopped. Few minutes later, a knock. I didn’t move. I knew exactly who they were sending. I stayed slouched on the floor, keeping the position Reina had left me in. I wanted her to see me just like this. I wanted her to feel guilt, to feel regret. I wanted her to wonder if she had crossed the line. But when the door opened, it wasn’t her. It was a maid. A young, delicate thing with wide eyes and nervous hands. I felt a flicker of irritation. They didn’t send Reina. Disappointment curled i

Cassian’s POVShe grabbed my dick. That sweet little thing. Fuck. I’d barely moved—barely twitched—when she did it. Not out of desire, no. She wanted to punish me. Wanted to humiliate me. But the joke was on her. Because I got hard. From just that. From her tiny, defiant hands wrapping around me, thinking she had control. The thought alone made my cock stir again. I should be livid. I was livid. My body had been frozen, paralyzed by whatever little trick she pulled. My own nurse had drugged me. I should’ve been plotting a hundred ways to break her, to remind her why no one, no one, made a fool out of Cassian Morelli. And yet, all I could think about was her goddamn hands. A growl rumbled in my throat as I flexed my fingers—just slightly. The effect of the drug was fading. Slowly. Agonizingly. First, a twitch in my fingertips. Then my wrist. Then, with a slow, deliberate breath, I curled my fingers into a tight fist. Yes.She thought she’d won? That I’d just sit there

Alpha Raul’s growl ripped through the chamber, primal and raw, shaking the very walls. His claws unsheathed in an instant, his chest rising and falling with ragged fury. But Ivy? She only smiled.“Like I said,” he murmured, ignoring Ivy's taunts, his grip tightening on her jaw. “I’ll do what I didn’t do last time. I’ll mark you as mine.” He leaned closer, his breath hot on her face. “Only then will you know your place. Only then will you learn total submission.”The words sent ice plunging through my veins. Ivy's eyes widened. “No. No, you can’t fucking do that.” She fought, jerking her head away, but his grip was iron. “Hold her down!” His men obeyed instantly. She screamed as they pinned her down, their hands like shackles against her arms and legs. Her body shook violently, every instinct inside her roaring in defiance. The king’s fangs elongated, his pupils dilating as his gaze locked onto her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, and she knew what was coming

Ivy’s POVMy eyes snapped open, my chest rising and falling frantically. The moment I woke, I felt the cold bite of metal against my wrists and ankles. Chains. Again. My body ached, my head swam, but it was the collar around my neck that burned the most. A cruel reminder that my wolf was trapped, silenced. I rattled the chains, yanking at them as fury flooded through me. My voice came out raw, shaking with rage. “You killed her!” I screamed, my body jerking against the restraints. The memory of the vision burned behind my eyes, searing itself into my soul. Nyxara. Her pain. Her death. I had seen it. I had felt it. And the monster who had done it was standing right in front of me. The king. He was here. Watching me with a dark, satisfied smirk. Beside him stood the man who had sprinkled something on me before I passed out—his sorcerer, no doubt. Three other men lingered in the room, their presence nothing more than shadows at the edges of my vision. “Let me go and watch m

Ivy’s POVMy eyes snapped open, my chest rising and falling frantically. A dim glow flickered above me, casting shadows along the stone walls. My breath hitched as I realized I couldn’t move. Cold metal encased my wrists, the chains rattling softly as I struggled. The ridiculous outfit I had been forced into still clung to my skin like an insult. Panic gripped me, but before I could fully process my situation, the door creaked open. A woman stepped inside. My breath caught in my throat almost immediately.She was stunning—otherworldly. Curls of pure white cascaded down her shoulders, glowing in the faint light. Her eyes, a vibrant shade of green, gleamed like a forest after a fresh rain. Every part of her radiated an ethereal beauty, but there was something else—something almost… sorrowful. I swallowed hard. “Excuse me?” I rasped. “Can you help me out of this?” The woman didn’t react. She wasn’t even looking at me. Instead, her gaze was fixed on a small wooden table besi

Lila’s POVDarkness swallowed me whole.The wind howled in my ears as I fell, my body twisting, weightless in the abyss. My screams were silent, lost in the void. I reached out, desperate for something—anything—to grab onto, but there was nothing. Just the endless fall, the cold air biting into my skin.Then—I hit the ground.Pain exploded through my body, my bones rattling from the impact. But the surface beneath me wasn’t solid—it was wet. Warm.I gasped, my hands sinking into a thick, viscous liquid. My breath hitched. The scent hit me first. Metallic. Sharp.Blood.It was everywhere.I scrambled up, my fingers coated in red, my gown soaked through. The entire floor—no, the entire room—was drenched in it, seeping from the walls, pooling in the corners, dripping from the ceiling in slow, deliberate drops.Drip. Drip. Drip.I trembled, my heart pounding against my ribs as I staggered backward. My breath came in sharp, panicked gasps. This couldn’t be real. It wasn’t real.A hallucin

Lila’s POVThe night air was crisp, the city stretching out beneath me in a sea of golden lights. Colorado had been a good choice. No responsibilities, no stress—just endless luxury. Exactly what I deserved. It was so easy to become Aria. To take her place. My mind suddenly raced to that morning when I was supposed to travel. The night before, my father and uncle had stormed into my room. Leo had discovered that I wasn’t Ivy, and I had to think fast. I made up a lie. I told them that Leo had cheated on me with someone named Isabella, that he was furious because I had found out and was threatening to ruin me if I didn’t come back to him. I made myself sound terrified, my voice breaking as I clutched my throat. It helped that his imprints were still there, dark bruises forming along my skin. Richard and Marcus were beyond furious and vowed that they would have him arrested for trespassing and assaulting me.I painted him as an obsessive psychopath. And of course, they belie

Ivy’s POVPain.It was the first thing I felt as I slipped back into consciousness, my body aching from head to toe. The weight around my throat burned, the collar digging into my skin like a brand of ownership. I didn’t want to be owned. I didn’t want to be anyone’s.My head pounded, my limbs heavy and unresponsive. Darkness still surrounded me, but I could sense the presence of others. Watching. Waiting.I forced my eyes open.A dimly lit chamber greeted me—stone walls, damp and cold. A throne sat at the far end of the room, and on it, the king lounged, golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.He was waiting for me.I clenched my jaw. My wolf stirred faintly inside me, weak, barely there. Whatever magic that bound me was suffocating her.I looked down. I was wearing a flowing black garment that draped around me, the dark fabric swaying with every subtle movement. Real flowers adorned the fabric—delicate yet striking black roses, their petals velvety and deep as the night. The sight