Novels by darkink

Alpha lowell pov The shadows deepened as I approached Strengha's hideout, the thick canopy above blocking out the moonlight and casting the forest in an oppressive gloom. The air was thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. Two of Strengha's men materialized from the darkness, their figures stiff and wary. Their eyes darted towards me, a brief flash of hesitation betraying their fear. They weren't as confident as they tried to appear."Who the hell are you?" one of them growled, his voice rough and edged with suspicion. He took a step forward, trying to mask his unease with bravado."I want to see your leader," I said, keeping my tone calm and controlled. My eyes locked onto his, challenging him silently to test my resolve."That's not the answer to my question," he snapped, stepping closer until we were almost nose to nose. The smell of sweat and fear rolled off him in waves."Tell him Alpha Lowell wants to see him," I repeated, my patience fraying at

Alpha lowell povI sat at the dining table, the soft clinking of cutlery and murmur of conversation around me doing little to penetrate the fog in my mind. The food on my plate remained untouched, its once-appetizing aroma now repulsive. My thoughts spiraled, tangled in a web of fear and frustration. How could I possibly get Norella? Each day, the reality of her situation with King Jason loomed larger, his power a formidable barrier I saw no way to breach. I gripped the edge of the table, my knuckles white, the weight of the dilemma pressing down on me like a physical force.Luna Desi's voice sliced through my turbulent thoughts, clear and sharp. "Why haven't you touched your food, darling?" Her words pulled me from my reverie, and I forced a smile, though it felt as thin and brittle as glass."Oh, I'm fine, just not very hungry tonight."She looked at me, concern etched on her face. "Are you sure? You haven't been yourself lately.""I'm sure," I lied. "Just a lot on my mind, that's a

Alpha Lowell povSubmerged in a sea of fury, I felt the sting of fresh wounds in my chest, each breath a laborious task. Power was all I craved—was it such an outrageous desire? Was I not deemed worthy? If the goddess would not grant me the mantle of moon guardian, then I would seize it by any means necessary, even if it meant embracing the flames. After all, my rise to Alpha was no stroke of luck; I was always destined for greatness, deserving of all that is good. I demand subservience, the world at my feet. Yet, as the morning sunlight kissed my face, lying in my bed of opulence, I knew that satisfaction was a sign of weakness."Good morning, my love," Luna Desi's voice broke through my reverie."Good morning, beautiful," I replied, my tone softer than I felt, and she disappeared into the bathroom.A knock at the door jolted me. "Who the hell is that?" I barked."You have a visitor, my alpha," the guard informed me.At this ungodly hour? Did they not fear me as their Alpha? "Tell wh

Alpha Lowell's POV:The room felt too small to contain my anger. "How could King Jason ruin everything I've worked for, just like that?" I muttered under my breath. Years of planning, gone in an instant because he believes in some 'fated mate.' If only he knew the storm he's inviting right over his head. And then there's Maggie. It's a hard lesson; being good to people doesn't always pay off. After everything I've done for her, she still didn't do the one thing I asked. She didn't give Norella the wolfsbane when she was in this pack.I could feel the heat of my anger as I spoke to Desi. "She's going to regret it," I said firmly. "We'll see what happens when she comes back. I don't make plans that fail. They're going to pay for their mistakes, my alpha," Desi reassured me. But deep down, I knew it wasn't going to be that easy. If it were any other alpha, I wouldn't worry. But the Alpha King? I need to be more than prepared. I can't just challenge him; he's too powerful.The glass of wi

norella pov"Someone is here to see you," Jane's voice cut through the stillness, a note of mystery in her tone. "She said she's an old friend," she added, as if sensing the whirlwind of questions in my mind."An old friend?" I echoed, skepticism lacing my words. The concept felt foreign; in the Blue Moon Pack, friendship was a luxury I couldn't afford, a dream tethered by the chains of my servitude. I probed Jane's thoughts, seeking the truth, but found only sincerity. She was unaware of the visitor's identity, just as I was.With a mixture of trepidation and curiosity, I rose and made my way to the visitor, Jane trailing behind me. Entering the room, I was met with the sight of Jason conversing with a woman whose back was turned to me. As she rotated, time seemed to stand still. It was Madame Margret."Greetings, my lady," she said, her voice a familiar melody from a forgotten song.Words failed me. Instead, I leapt into her arms, our embrace a silent testament to the years that had

norella povTears threatened to spill from my eyes as I left the garden, a silent battle raging within me. "We'll be fine," Ama assured me, her voice a soft echo in the vastness of my room."Yeah, we will," I replied, more to myself than to her, as I crossed the threshold and let the comfort of my bed envelop me in its embrace. Sleep came as a merciful oblivion, a brief respite from the turmoil of my heart.**The next morning...**Sunlight streamed in, chasing away the shadows of the night as Jane flung the curtains wide. "Good morning, my lady," she chimed, her voice a familiar melody in the dawn chorus."Good morning, Jane," I greeted back, the lines between maid and friend long since blurred. She had seen the worst of what life had to offer, just as I had, and I could no more treat her as a servant than I could forget my own past."I've prepared hot water for your bath," she informed me, her thoughtfulness a balm to my weary soul."Thank you," I said, grateful for the simple kindne