Novels by Presh Starr

Valarie As the door closed behind Tristan, the silence in the room felt deafening. I stood there by the window, staring out at the moonlit gardens, my heart pounding in my chest. The conversation replayed in my mind, his words cutting deeper than I wanted to admit.I had agreed to this marriage, yes. But I hadn’t agreed to be humiliated, to be treated like I was invisible, like I didn’t matter.Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I took a deep breath and straightened my spine. I couldn’t let this break me. Not now. Not when so much was at stake.If Tristan wanted to treat me like a pawn in his game, so be it. But I wasn’t going to just stand by and let him ruin me. I had to protect myself, and more importantly, I had to protect my sister’s secret.I turned away from the window and walked to the vanity, my reflection staring back at me. The royal gown I wore was flawless, every intricate detail carefully designed to make me look like the queen the people thought I was. My dark hair fell

Alpha Tristan The walk back to the palace was longer than it should have been. Each step felt heavier than the last, the cool night air doing little to clear the turmoil in my mind. Fiona’s words still echoed in my head, sharper than any blade: “I saw the way you looked at her.”It was absurd. Ridiculous. She was wrong.But was she?I shook the thought away, straightening my shoulders as the towering palace loomed before me. The grand doors stood open, spilling golden light onto the stone steps. The sounds of the festival had quieted, the night now carrying only the distant hum of laughter and music from the square.As I stepped inside, the air was thick with the scent of lavender and the faint aroma of wine. The grand hall was empty, save for a few servants scurrying about, clearing away the remnants of the feast. They bowed their heads as I passed, murmuring respectful greetings.“Where is she?” I asked one of the maids, my voice curt.The young woman startled, clutching the tray o

Alpha TristanI stormed down the hallway, my boots echoing against the cold stone floor as I chased after Fiona. My heart pounded furiously, not from the exertion, but from the chaos of emotions swirling within me.The kiss had been a mistake. A momentary lapse in judgment. I’d thought she was Fiona, and for a brief, maddening second, I’d been consumed by the memory of what we used to have. But when I realized it was Vanessa standing in my arms, everything had spiraled out of control.I hadn’t even paused to explain myself to Vanessa. What was there to explain? That I didn’t want her? That the very sight of her reminded me of the burdens I’d been forced to carry since we were married? No. She already knew where my heart lay. She’d accepted this arrangement, just as I had, and we both knew it wasn’t for love.But Fiona...I quickened my pace, my breath coming in shallow bursts as I reached the palace gardens. The night was cool, the scent of jasmine heavy in the air, but it did little

Valarie I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching Alpha Tristan rush out of the room after Fiona without so much as a glance back at me. My heart clenched painfully in my chest.I hadn’t asked for this, any of this.I hadn’t asked to take my sister’s place in this marriage, to play the role of a dutiful wife to a man who clearly despised me, or to live in a palace where every glance and whisper carried suspicion. And now, after that humiliating moment, I was left standing alone in the dimly lit room, the echo of Tristan’s footsteps fading down the hall as he chased after the woman he truly loved.I wrapped my arms around myself, the silk of my dress cool against my skin, and tried to steady my breathing. My cheeks still burned from the kiss....his kiss. It had been unexpected, intense, and for a fleeting moment, it had felt real.But it wasn’t.I clenched my fists, my nails biting into my palms. He hadn’t kissed me because he wanted to. He’d kissed me because he thought I was Fiona

Tristan The celebration was loud, vibrant, and filled with the infectious energy of the wolf clan. The Festival of the Moon was one of our most important traditions, and it symbolized unity, loyalty, and honor, three things I hardly cared about tonight. This entire charade, this picture-perfect image of a devoted Alpha and his Luna, was nothing more than a means to an end.My grandfather, Alpha Theo, held the keys to my future, the full inheritance of the wolf clan But for him to hand it over, I had to prove I was responsible enough to lead not only as a warrior but as a family man. That meant playing the role of a dutiful husband to Vanessa.Vanessa. No...her.It didn’t matter to me. From the moment this marriage was arranged, I made it clear to Vanessa that I had no love for her. My heart belonged to Fiona, and it always would. I couldn’t be bothered with her feelings; my focus was on convincing my grandfather. Once the inheritance was mine, I would end this farce of a marriage and

ValarieThe sound of distant chatter filled the palace as I stared at my reflection in the ornate mirror. My hair was styled into cascading waves, a glittering tiara nestled perfectly atop my head. My dress, a masterpiece of flowing silk and intricate beadwork....fit me like a second skin, shimmering with every movement. I hardly recognized myself.“A vision,” the maid whispered, stepping back to admire her work.I gave her a small smile. I looked every inch the queen the people adored, but inside, I felt like an imposter. Vanessa should be here, not me. I swallowed the thought quickly. It wouldn’t do to dwell on what couldn’t be changed. Not now.Today was an important day, a day for appearances. Alpha Tristan had made that painfully clear.I turned to leave, the heavy fabric of my gown brushing against the marble floors as I made my way to the grand hall. Outside, the festivities were already underway. The bouquet presentation was one of the most beloved traditions of the wolf clan,

Daphne I was making my way through the hallways, the soft click of my shoes echoing off the floors as I moved toward the kitchen. My mind was occupied with tasks ahead and staying out of everyone’s way. As always, I kept my head low, aware of the stares, the whispers, and most of all, the simmering tension in the air.But today felt different. Something was off. A heaviness I couldn't quite place seemed to settle over me as I passed by the study.Then, a voice cut through the silence, sending a chill down my spine.“Daphne.”I froze. The voice belonged to Fiona.I turned slowly, meeting her cold, piercing gaze. She was standing near the study door, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. Her presence seemed to fill the space with a kind of suffocating arrogance. It was as if she could make the very air around her thick with her disdain.“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Fiona’s smile widened, her eyes narrowing in a look that made my stomach twist. “Oh

Enzo The office door closed behind me with a soft click as I settled into my chair. Fred, my Beta, sat across from me, his usual calm demeanor giving nothing away, though I knew he had a lot on his mind."Alpha, the rogues have been spotted near the border again," Fred began, sliding a folder across the table to me. "They seem to be gathering in numbers. They're not making any direct moves yet, but we should be prepared."I opened the folder and scanned the reports, my mind still half-occupied with everything that had happened over the last few days—Daphne, the kiss, the tension. The way she looked at me that night... The way her lips had felt against mine, so soft, so intoxicating."Mm," I muttered, trying to focus on Fred's words, pushing aside the stirring thoughts of her. "What do you suggest?"Fred's voice seemed to fade slightly as my thoughts wandered back to her. Daphne had this way of entering my mind without warning. Her eyes, the way they would light up when I touched her,

Daphne I was walking through the pack house, my mind occupied with the usual tasks of the day. The house was bustling with activity, servants moving from one place to another, and the pack members going about their routines. It had become a rhythm I was starting to get used to, one I could rely on.My thoughts were on the upcoming meeting with Tobias, the pack doctor, to discuss a few minor issues about my health. Nothing serious, just routine. I had learned to appreciate these moments of normalcy in a place that often felt like a constant whirlwind of emotions and changes.I passed the kitchen, where the pack’s cook, a cheerful woman named Anna, waved me over. She was always so warm and kind, her smile contagious. I paused, giving her a brief nod as I returned her greeting.But as I turned to continue my walk down the hallway, I was suddenly yanked sideways. Before I could react, the room door to my left swung open, and I was pulled into it, the sudden movement so swift I barely had

EnzoThe sun had barely begun to rise, casting a gentle golden light through the large windows of the bedroom. The soft glow illuminated the room, yet it was still early enough for the air to remain cool, the chill clinging to the space as I lay there beside her.Daphne.She was tangled in the sheets beside me, her face peaceful in sleep, a soft, contented smile playing on her lips. Her hair, wild and untamed from the night, spread across the pillow like a dark halo. I could feel her warmth beside me, her body curled into mine in a way that made everything inside me tighten with a strange mixture of possessiveness and longing.It hadn’t just been the physical connection last night, it was everything. The way she had looked at me, the vulnerability in her eyes when she whispered that she wanted me, the way we both lost ourselves in each other. I hadn’t expected it to feel this way, hadn’t known how badly I needed it until the moment we finally crossed that line.I hadn’t meant for it t

DaphneThe fire crackled softly in the hearth, the warmth of the flames barely reaching the chill of the night air that lingered in the room. The soft glow illuminated the space, casting shadows that danced across the walls, but my focus was entirely on him.Enzo.I could feel the tension in the air, thick and electric, as he stood there, silent, watching me. His eyes were dark, almost predatory, and yet, there was something softer about the way he looked at me tonight. I’d never seen him this vulnerable before, not even in moments of quiet. His walls, which had always been so carefully constructed, were beginning to crack, and I could see the raw emotion behind them.It made my heart race, and I couldn’t look away. I should have felt scared. I should have run, pulled away from the heat between us. But I couldn’t. Not anymore.I took a slow, deliberate step toward him, my feet dragging against the cool floor as my pulse thrummed in my ears. My breath was shallow, but I didn’t care. I

DaphneThe night was unusually quiet, the pack house bathed in soft moonlight. I found myself restless, unable to sleep, so I wandered outside, letting the cool breeze brush against my skin. The garden, with its blooming flowers and faintly glowing fireflies, had become my sanctuary, one of the few places I could breathe without feeling the weight of everyone’s expectations pressing down on me.I reached the edge of the garden where a secluded gazebo stood, its white wooden beams entwined with fragrant ivy. I hadn’t expected anyone to be there, but as I stepped closer, I froze.Alpha Enzo stood inside, leaning against one of the posts, his gaze fixed on the horizon. His usual stern demeanor seemed to have softened, his face illuminated by the silver light of the moon.I hesitated, unsure if I should interrupt him, but the creak of the wooden steps beneath my feet betrayed my presence. His head turned sharply, and for a moment, our eyes locked.“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, his voice low

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

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