Novels by Misty K

BeatrixThe world was eerily silent after Tanya and her accomplices vanished into the night. The surge of power that had coursed through me dissipated, leaving behind a lingering hum beneath my skin—a reminder of the irreversible step I’d just taken.Sebastian and Adam stood on either side of me, their hands still warm from where I’d grasped them. The weight of what had transpired hung heavily between us.I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. “What… what just happened?”Sebastian’s gaze burned with intensity as he stepped closer, his jaw clenched. “I’m not entirely sure, Bea. But whatever that was, it terrified them.”Adam’s eyes remained fixed on the spot where Tanya had disappeared, his expression dark. “They knew you were powerful before tonight. But now?” He exhaled sharply. “Now they know you’re awakening.”A shiver ran down my spine at his words. Awakening?Sebastian’s grip tightened on my shoulders, urgency etched into his features. “We need to get you out of here. Now.”I wanted

Beatrix I couldn’t sleep. Even after Adam and Sebastian had forced me back home, even after they tripled the security outside my door, my mind refused to shut down. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Tanya’s smirk, heard her venomous whisper: We’re just getting started. I curled up under my blanket, my ribs aching from the attack, my body stiff from exhaustion, but my mind was still racing. She knew something. Not just about me, but about the bond, the prophecy, everything that had been kept from me for years. And that scared me more than the physical pain. A soft knock at my door startled me. My breath hitched. For a second, my paranoia flared—had she come back? Had Tanya sent someone? But then a voice, low and laced with tension, spoke. “It’s me.” Sebastian. I hesitated. I wasn’t sure I could handle seeing him right now, not after everything that had happened. Not after the way his touch had lingered on my skin after the attack, after the way Adam had looked at me like I

Beatrix Pain exploded across my side as I hit the pavement. The world spun, and my breath came in short gasps as I struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Tanya wasn’t alone. The moment she lunged, two men stepped out from the shadows, their movements calculated and predatory. One of them grabbed my arm, twisting it painfully behind my back, while the other struck me across the ribs with a force that left me gasping. Tanya crouched in front of me, her eyes gleaming with sick satisfaction. “Did you really think I’d come alone?” she whispered. “I’ve had years to plan this, Beatrix. Years to make sure that when I returned, I’d finish what I started.” I struggled, but the grip on my arm tightened, sending a sharp bolt of pain through my shoulder. Fear coiled in my gut, but I refused to show it. And then I heard it. A low, guttural growl. Not from Tanya. Not from the men. From the darkness beyond the streetlights. Then, chaos erupted. Figures emerged from the shadows—sile

Beatrix My hands trembled as I stared at the message. My breath hitched, and for a moment, I felt like I was eighteen again, trapped in that bathroom, helpless and bleeding. The memories came flooding back Tanya’s cruel laughter, the pain, the humiliation. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the panic away. No. I wasn’t that girl anymore. I wasn’t weak. I forced myself to take a deep breath. I needed to think. Tanya was back. And she wasn’t here for reconciliation. I stood abruptly, pacing my room, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. This had to be a joke. A sick, twisted joke. Her family had disappeared after that night. She had vanished. And now, after all these years, she had the audacity to crawl back? I couldn’t ignore this. I wouldn’t ignore this. My fingers hovered over my phone. I could call the police. No, Tanya wasn’t stupid. She hadn’t threatened me directly. There was nothing concrete. I could call Sebastian. No. He was already teetering on the ed

SebastianI’d spent the night drowning in whiskey, hoping to numb the fire inside me, but nothing could douse the searing jealousy that coursed through my veins. The images of Beatrix with Adam, the way he stormed into her house last night, the way she let him get close—it was unbearable. I knew she asked for space, I knew she was overwhelmed, but how could I sit back and watch another man lay claim to the one person I had ever truly wanted?My knuckles turned white as I gripped the glass in my hand. The media was tearing the story apart, flashing pictures of her with both of us, branding her as the “woman caught between two titans.” As if she had chosen this. As if she wanted to be tangled in this mess.And yet, she was at the center of it all.My queen.My bond.I needed to see her.Without thinking, I grabbed my coat and stormed out of my suite, ignoring the disapproving glare of my assistant. I walked towards her cafe. I could see her inside, her back turned, laughing softly with

Adam The moment it happened, I felt it. A sharp, searing pain in my chest, as though my heart was being ripped apart. I was in the middle of reviewing plans for the hotel when it struck—an unmistakable shift in the bond, an agonizing echo that told me what I had feared the most. Beatrix had kissed him. My hands clenched the edge of the table, and the papers crumpled under my grip. My mind raced, and the calm, collected demeanor I prided myself on dissolved into chaos. Sebastian had taken something that belonged to me. Her. I stood abruptly, my chair screeching against the floor, and stormed out of the meeting room. My assistant called after me, but I didn’t care. I needed answers. Now. Beatrix I hadn’t left the house since Sebastian walked out the door. My mind was a mess, a swirling storm of guilt, anger, and confusion. The kiss replayed in my mind, over and over again, each time leaving me more conflicted than the last. The knock at the door startled me. I froze, dre