Novels by Presh Starr

The sun was setting behind the distant mountains, painting the sky in hues of purple, pink, and gold. The Blood Moon Pack gathered in the ceremonial clearing, an intimate space surrounded by ancient trees and the whispers of the wind. At the center stood Damien and Elena, hand in hand, their hearts bound tighter than ever.Today wasn't just about survival. It was about love. It was about healing. It was about the life they had built, the battles they had fought, and the new life they had brought into the world—Luna, their daughter, their legacy.The soft breeze carried the scent of roses and lavender, and the pack members had decorated the clearing with delicate flowers. This was not just a ceremony for the Alpha and his Luna, it was a celebration of unity, of the pack’s endurance, and of the love that would guide them into a new era.Damien gazed into Elena’s eyes, his heart swelling with pride and adoration. "Elena," he began, his voice deep with emotion, "from the moment I met you,

Later that evening, as the pack house settled down after Alpha Alaric's visit, the air was calm, filled with the quiet sounds of nature. The stars above twinkled in the night sky, casting a soft glow over the land. Inside their private quarters, Elena and Damien finally had a moment to themselves.Elena leaned against Damien’s chest as they sat on their bed, the warmth of his arms around her a soothing comfort. They hadn’t had many quiet moments like this since Luna was born, and both of them were relishing the peace. Damien kissed the top of Elena’s head, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair."You've been incredible through all of this," he murmured, his deep voice filled with admiration. "I don’t know how I got so lucky."Elena smiled, tilting her head to meet his gaze. "I could say the same about you. You’ve been my strength, especially with everything we’ve been through."Damien’s eyes softened as he leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle, lingering kiss. The tension that had h

The pack house was abuzz with activity as news of Alpha Alaric’s visit spread. It wasn’t a common occurrence for an Alpha from another pack to visit so soon after a child’s birth, but Alaric had insisted, bringing with him gifts and offerings for baby Luna. His peaceful visit had been arranged after tensions between the two packs had begun to ease, and Damien—though wary—decided to accept the gesture.When Alaric’s convoy arrived, it was nothing short of impressive. The front courtyard filled with beautifully decorated carriages, each bearing gifts wrapped in fine fabrics, crates of rare fruits, exotic flowers, and handcrafted toys for the newborn Alpha heir. As Alpha Alaric stepped out, his presence was immediately felt—tall, broad-shouldered, and with the calm confidence of a leader who was more accustomed to diplomacy than war. He smiled warmly at the guards who greeted him.“Alpha Damien, Luna Elena, I come in peace,” he said as he approached the main entrance. His voice carried a

As the days turned into weeks, Damien's devotion to spoiling Elena only intensified. He took it upon himself to ensure that every moment she spent as his mate, and now the mother of his child, was filled with joy and comfort. It became his personal mission to make her smile every day, and nothing was too extravagant in his eyes when it came to showing his love for her.One morning, after a peaceful night's sleep, Elena woke to find the entire room transformed into a beautiful oasis. White roses and lavender petals were scattered across the floor, creating a delicate path leading from their bed to a warm bath that had been drawn for her. The scent of the flowers mixed with the steam rising from the tub filled the air with calming sweetness.Damien was by her side, smiling as he helped her out of bed. “Good morning, my love,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to her temple. “I thought you could use a little pampering today.”Elena smiled up at him, her heart swelling with affection. “You sp

In the days that followed, Damien took spoiling Elena to an entirely new level. Now that things had settled after the intense battles and his focus could shift back to his mate and their newborn, he made it his mission to ensure Elena wanted for nothing. It wasn’t just about material things, it was about showing her just how deeply he cherished her after all they had been through.One morning, Elena woke to the sound of soft music playing from the corner of the room. Sunlight was streaming through the curtains, filling the space with warmth. Her first instinct was to reach for Luna, but before she could get out of bed, Damien appeared at her side with a breakfast tray.“Good morning, my love,” Damien said softly, placing the tray on the bed. He leaned down to kiss her gently on the forehead before pulling the covers back up around her. “You’re not lifting a finger today. Not while I’m here.”Elena smiled sleepily, her heart swelling as she looked at the tray filled with fresh berries,

In the days following the Luna's naming ceremony, the pack house was brimming with happiness and joy. There was a palpable sense of celebration that echoed through the halls, spreading warmth and unity throughout the Blood Moon Pack. Every day felt like a new beginning, with the birth of Luna and the peace that had been restored, filling everyone’s hearts with gratitude and pride.Damien, ever the doting husband and now a proud father, had taken it upon himself to spoil both Elena and their newborn daughter, Luna. He could hardly take his eyes off of them, his heart swelling with love and joy. Each morning, he would wake up early to bring Elena breakfast in bed, ensuring she had everything she needed to recover and relax after the birth. He’d always bring fresh flowers, their petals dewy with morning mist, placing them on her bedside table.“I don’t know how you manage to find time for this every morning,” Elena said with a smile, cradling Luna in her arms as Damien brought in a tray

VANESSA I had spent the entire afternoon pacing around the house, unable to shake off the growing discomfort in my chest. My head still ached from the accident, but it wasn’t the physical pain that consumed me now. It was the questions. The confusion. The cold, heavy silence that surrounded everything about my life.Since waking up, everything had felt like a jigsaw puzzle missing pieces, fragments of my memory, faces that seemed unfamiliar, yet familiar at the same time. My mind swirled with images of a wedding dress, of vows being exchanged, of a man standing in front of me… but nothing was concrete. It was as if my mind had locked away all the important things, leaving me with nothing but shadows and half formed thoughts.I wandered through the house in a haze, my footsteps leading me to my parents’ study, where I often found them deep in work. It was there, among old books and papers, that I knew I could find something that might explain all the gaps in my memory.The room smelle

NICOThe night air was thick, heavy with the scent of rain and something else , tension, like the whole palace was holding its breath. It felt like the gods themselves were waiting for what was coming.I moved quickly through the servants’ corridors, keeping to the shadows. I knew these halls better than anyone else. Growing up in a house full of wolves, you learn early where to hide, where to eavesdrop, and how to disappear when the air turns sharp.Tristan’s orders replayed in my head.No mistakes. No leaks. No names left untouched.I made my way to the lower west wing, where the old guards kept their quarters. The newer generation of soldiers preferred the lavish chambers in the east, closer to the halls of power. But the men I was looking for didn’t care for polished floors and velvet curtains. They cared about loyalty. About blood and history.About family.I reached a heavy wooden door and gave the knock , one sharp, two soft, one more sharp. The same code we’d used as boys, sne

TRISTAN The palace was too damn quiet.It was always like this at night , servants tucked away, guards at their posts, the world pretending to sleep while the devils inside these walls plotted in the dark.And tonight, I was one of them.I sat alone in my study, the dying fire casting restless shadows on the walls. A glass of whiskey sat untouched at my elbow, my fingers drumming against the arm of my chair as my mind ran wild.They thought they had me.Carl. Lady Bianca. The damn council. They sat in that room today, looked me in the eye, and told me they were giving my crown to someone else. That the people wanted change. That tradition no longer mattered.Bullshit.This throne belongs to me.It always has.I bled for this land. Fought for these people. Buried my father, my grandfather, watched every damn threat that came for this family and dealt with it. And now they want to hand my legacy over to a snake in my own bloodline?No.Not happening.I leaned forward, resting my elbows

CARLShe ran.She didn’t even look back.I stood there in the fading light of the hallway , my pulse pounding in my ears and my jaw tight enough to crack. The taste of her still lingered, sweet and defiant, and it infuriated me how much it rattled me. I wasn’t supposed to feel this.Not for her.Not for Tristan’s woman.But damn it, something about her made me reckless. Reckless enough to cross a line I’d sworn I wouldn’t. And watching her tear away from me like she was running from a wildfire… it sparked something dark and possessive in me.Because I saw it in her eyes.She felt it too.No matter how fast she ran, she wouldn’t outrun this. Outrun me.I let out a breath, raking a hand through my hair as I forced myself to calm down. The last thing I needed was for someone to come stumbling into the garden and catch me looking like a man whose world was slipping through his fingers.I had bigger things to focus on.The council had made their move. The people’s choice. That’s what they

VALARIE I avoided him like my life depended on it.Every hallway, every corridor, every damn corner of the palace , I made sure I was nowhere near Carl Blackwood.The second my eyes caught a glimpse of his silhouette, I would turn around, take another path, duck behind the nearest column or slip through a different door. It was exhausting. And it made my pulse race for all the wrong reasons.Because I wasn’t afraid of Carl.I was afraid of myself.Afraid of what happened that day in the garden.That moment , that stupid, careless, dangerous moment where I let my guard down and kissed him back.It had been a mistake.A terrible, impulsive mistake I’d spent every minute since trying to forget.But the truth was… I couldn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the look in his eyes when his lips touched mine. That soft, unspoken plea. That touch of vulnerability hidden beneath his usual arrogant smirk. The way his hand lingered a second too long against my skin.And it terrified me.I be

VANESSA My head throbbed.A deep, heavy ache that made it feel like my skull was splitting open. My eyelids were impossibly heavy, my vision a hazy blur of light and color. I could hear voices, distant and muffled, like I was underwater.Then a warmth, a hand wrapping around mine. A familiar touch. Another on my cheek. My name, soft, trembling.“Vanessa… baby, it’s mom… can you hear me?”I wanted to speak, but my throat felt like sandpaper, and my lips barely moved. I forced my eyes open, a step at a time, until shapes started to take form.Faces.Two of them.My parents.Tears glistened in my mother’s eyes, and my father , the man who rarely showed any emotion beyond stern disapproval looked like he was on the verge of breaking. I frowned, a deep crease forming on my forehead as I tried to piece together what was happening.Why did they look so scared?Why did I feel like I’d been asleep for years?“Vanessa,” my mother’s voice cracked, both hands now cupping my face. “Thank the moo

The night after the wedding was quiet and still, as if the world was holding its breath, watching the newlyweds as they began their journey together. Emily and Tyler returned to their private suite, hand in hand, wrapped in the soft afterglow of their wedding celebration. The air between them was filled with an intimate anticipation, their love radiating in every glance and touch.The room had been decorated with rose petals scattered across the bed and the scent of lavender drifting through the air, calming and inviting. A gentle light filled the room, illuminating the space just enough to cast a warm glow around them.As they entered, Tyler let out a soft laugh, turning to look at Emily. "I still can’t believe you’re mine," he murmured, reaching up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.Emily smiled, her eyes shining as she looked at him. "And I can’t believe I get to love you every day."Tyler reached for her hand, drawing her close until there was no space between them. His gaze was

The sun shone brightly on the day of Emily and Tyler’s wedding, casting a warm glow over the carefully decorated garden. Flowers bloomed in vibrant colors, and the sweet scent of jasmine filled the air. Guests began to gather, a mix of family and friends, each one eager to witness the union of two people who had overcome so much to be together.Emily stood in her bridal suite, surrounded by her closest friends. The dress clung to her in all the right places, and the delicate lace veil framed her face perfectly. She could feel the excitement bubbling within her, a blend of nerves and sheer joy. Glancing in the mirror, she took a deep breath, allowing herself to soak in the moment.“Are you ready to become Mrs. Tyler Hudson?” Gracie, her maid of honor, asked with a grin.Emily nodded, her heart racing. “More than ready.”After the final touches were made, Emily made her way to the entrance of the garden, her heart pounding with anticipation. She could hear the gentle murmur of guests an

Emily sat on the edge of her bed, the weight of the past few weeks pressing down on her shoulders. After Celine's death, the dynamics within her family had shifted. She had always been distant from her mother, Mrs. Hudson, whose harsh words and criticism had left deep scars. But now, Emily found herself longing for connection, for the chance to mend the rift that had widened between them.Taking a deep breath, she reached for her phone and dialed her mother’s number. The phone rang twice before her mother picked up.“Emily,” Mrs. Hudson answered, her tone guarded yet curious.“Mom, can we talk? I really want to see you,” Emily said, her voice steady but filled with a hint of vulnerability.“I suppose so,” her mother replied reluctantly. “Where do you want to meet?”“Let’s just have dinner at home. I’ll cook,” Emily suggested, a nervous flutter in her stomach.There was a brief pause, then Mrs. Hudson replied, “Alright, I’ll be there.”Emily hung up, feeling a mix of anxiety and hope.

As days turned into weeks after Celine’s funeral, Emily found herself struggling to navigate her grief while trying to reconnect with Tyler. Their relationship, once vibrant and full of promise, now felt strained and distant, like a threadbare tapestry fraying at the edges. Emily knew that Tyler was hurting, and she wanted to be there for him, but every time she tried to bridge the gap, she was met with an unyielding wall of silence.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, Emily decided to reach out. She texted Tyler, her fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment before she hit send: "Can we talk? I miss you."Moments later, her phone buzzed. "Meet me at our spot?"Her heart lifted at the invitation. Their spot—an intimate little café tucked away on a quiet street—had been their go-to place for late-night conversations, laughter, and stolen kisses. She quickly got ready, feeling a flutter of anticipation and anxiety in her s

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the cemetery as mourners gathered around Celine’s grave. The atmosphere was heavy with sorrow, a palpable grief that wrapped around each person like a shroud. Emily stood near the front, her heart aching as she watched the small casket being lowered into the earth, a bittersweet finality settling over her.She remembered Celine’s laughter, the way her eyes sparkled with mischief, and the countless moments they had shared together. Now, it felt like a piece of her own heart had been buried along with Celine. Tears streamed down Emily’s cheeks, the loss cutting deeper than she could have ever anticipated. She clenched her fists at her sides, fighting the urge to scream at the unfairness of it all.“Why did it have to be you?” she whispered to herself, the question echoing in her mind like a haunting refrain.As the ceremony progressed, Emily felt a soft touch on her shoulder. Turning, she saw Tyler standing beside her, his eyes

Celine stared at herself in the mirror, the reflection staring back at her revealing a ghost of the woman she once was. The dark circles under her eyes were deep, and her complexion was pallid, a stark reminder of her declining health. But today, she wanted to feel alive, to cherish one last evening with the people she loved most. She wanted to create memories that would linger, bittersweet yet precious, in the hearts of her family.As she moved about her bedroom, she carefully chose an outfit: a flowing emerald dress that accentuated her figure and a delicate necklace that sparkled under the light. It was her mother’s, a piece she’d treasured for years, and wearing it made her feel connected to the woman who had once been a formidable force in her life. Celine hoped that tonight would not only be a farewell but a reconciliation, a moment to mend the rifts that had formed over the years.Once dressed, she walked downstairs, the familiar scent of her mother’s cooking wafting through th

Daphne’s POVI watched as Fiona pushed her chair back abruptly, her untouched breakfast forgotten as she stormed out of the dining hall.The tension in the air was thick.She was furious, and I could feel the weight of her anger lingering even after she had disappeared from sight.I swallowed hard, shifting my gaze toward Enzo, who was still sitting beside me, his expression unreadable. He hadn’t even tried to stop her.I hesitated for a moment before reaching for his hand."You should go after her," I said gently.His jaw clenched. He didn’t move."Enzo," I pressed, squeezing his fingers. "I’m fine. Just go."He exhaled heavily, clearly reluctant. "Are you sure?"I nodded with a reassuring smile. "Yes. I promise."For a moment, he just stared at me, his dark eyes searching mine. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he stood up and left the room.I let out a slow breath, placing a hand over my stomach.The moment at the stairs had shaken me more than I wanted to admit.I could still feel the

FionaI sat at the grand dining table, my hands folded neatly on my lap, my face the picture of calm. Inside, however, my heart pounded with anticipation.Any moment now.I had planned everything carefully. The servant I trusted had done as instructed, coating the stairs with an invisible, slippery substance. Just enough to send Daphne tumbling down, enough to make her lose the precious child she carried.It had to be an accident. No one could suspect a thing.The thought made me smirk slightly.I had arrived first, making sure I was seated before anyone else. Moments later, Enzo walked in, his strong presence filling the room as he took his seat beside me."Good morning," he said absently, but his tone lacked warmth.I forced a soft smile, reaching for the tea that had been set for me. "Good morning, my love."He barely acknowledged me, his gaze flickering toward the door as if he were waiting for someone.I already knew who."Did you sleep well?" I asked, desperate to keep his atten

Fiona I couldn’t believe it.Daphne was pregnant.The news hit me , sending a surge of anger and betrayal through my veins. I didn’t hear it from Enzo, my husband, the man who was supposed to confide in me. No. I heard it from Fred, his Beta.That alone was enough to make my blood boil.Enzo had kept this from me. Why? Did he think I wouldn’t find out? Did he think I didn’t deserve to know?The anger simmered inside me as I paced my chambers, my nails digging into my palms. I had been patient. I had watched from the sidelines as he grew closer to her, as he looked at her the way he had never looked at me. And now, she carried his child?This wasn’t part of the plan.Our plan had been foolproof, bring in a weak, insignificant omega, someone who wouldn’t be able to give him the heir he desperately needed. Someone who would buy us time until the curse took him, leaving everything in my hands.And yet… she was pregnant.I clenched my fists, my breath uneven as Fred watched me from across

DaphneThe morning sun poured through the large windows, painting the walls with golden light. I stood there, arms wrapped around myself, watching the world wake up outside. Birds chirped in the distance, the trees swayed gently in the wind, and everything seemed so peaceful.But inside me, a storm raged.The contract. The curse. The unbearable thought of leaving my child behind. The weight of it all pressed down on me, threatening to suffocate me.I barely noticed when the bed shifted behind me, but I felt the warmth of his presence before he even touched me. Enzo moved silently, the way only an Alpha could, until his arms slipped around my waist from behind, pulling me into his embrace.His lips found my shoulder, pressing soft kisses along my skin, and I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling even as my heart ached.“You left our bed,” he murmured against my neck, his voice husky from sleep.I forced a small smile, tilting my head slightly as if nothing was wrong. “I couldn’t sleep.”

DaphneAs I watched Alpha Enzo’s face light up with happiness, a warmth spread through my chest, and I couldn’t help but smile. He looked so different in that moment, so unguarded. The fierce, commanding Alpha who had always seemed untouchable now looked like a man who had just been handed his greatest dream.A child.His child.I felt a flutter of something I couldn’t quite describe—joy, perhaps, or hope—but it was quickly overshadowed by a sinking feeling that coiled in the pit of my stomach. The curse. The contract. The promises I had made when I first came to the pack.Reality settled over me like a heavy cloak. This happiness wasn’t mine to keep. It was temporary, fleeting, a dream I had no right to hold onto.I lowered my gaze to my stomach and gently placed my hand there. A tiny life was growing inside me, a child created from the love Enzo and I had shared—even if it hadn’t been planned, even if it had started as something far more complicated. This child was real, undeniable,

As I left doctor Tobias’s office, I walked slowly, my thoughts tangled with a mix of curiosity and longing. I couldn’t help but wonder what Alpha Enzo was doing. Tobias had assured me that everything looked good during my check-up, but my mind wasn’t focused on myself. Instead, it drifted to Enzo.I had overheard earlier that he was in a meeting with the council, discussing the last rogue attack and strategies to prevent further incursions. I admired his dedication, his tireless efforts to protect the pack, but selfishly, I missed him. I missed the way he held me close, his strong arms wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth and safety. Even thinking about it sent a small smile to my lips and made my chest ache with yearning.By the time I reached my room, I felt the weight of the day pressing down on me. After closing the door, I kicked off my shoes and settled onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Hours passed as I allowed my mind to wander, reliving memories of Enzo’s rare but heart-m