Novels by Nancy Grey

Finally, he stepped aside, and I hurried past him, not daring to look back. I needed to get as far away from him as possible before I completely broke down. My chest felt tight, and my eyes stung, but I refused to cry in front of him.As I walked down the path leading away from the house, I forced myself to take deep, calming breaths. The morning air was cool against my skin, and the soft rustling of leaves overhead was almost comforting. I needed this moment of peace, away from the tension and the ache in my chest. I tried to focus on the steady rhythm of my footsteps, one after the other, moving me farther from the mansion and all the confusion that came with it.My thoughts kept drifting back to Kai, no matter how hard I tried to push them away. I couldn’t get the image of him and Zara out of my head. The way he kissed her with so much passion made my heart ache. I bit my lip to stop the tears that threatened to fall. I didn’t want to cry anymore. I was tired of feeling hurt and co

When I got to Kai’s room, I hesitated at the door for a moment. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting—maybe to find him there, waiting to talk, or maybe still asleep. But when I pushed the door open, the room was empty. A strange mix of relief and disappointment washed over me. I let out a small sigh and stepped inside, gently closing the door behind me.The room looked just as I had left it earlier. The bed was still a bit messy, the sheets rumpled from where I had been lying down. The faint scent of Kai lingered in the air—a comforting, familiar smell that made my chest tighten. I didn’t want to think about him right now, but it was hard not to when everything in this room reminded me of him.I walked over to the window, pushing the curtains aside to let the sunlight in. The morning light spilled across the floor, brightening up the space. I glanced out at the view of the garden below, watching the breeze make the flowers sway. It was peaceful—too peaceful compared to the storm of emot

We continued walking along the path, taking our time. The sun was climbing higher in the sky, warming the cool morning air, and the smell of pine and wildflowers filled the breeze. I couldn’t help but feel a bit lighter after talking to Mer, even though the ache in my chest was still there. Just having her by my side made things a little more bearable.The sound of birds singing softly in the trees seemed to match the rhythm of our steps. I noticed how the sunlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled patterns on the ground. Mer and I walked in comfortable silence for a while, both of us just soaking in the calm of the morning.Then my phone buzzed, startling me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out of my pocket, glancing at the screen. The name "Elliot" flashed across it, and I hesitated for a second before answering.“Hello?” I greeted, trying to keep my voice steady despite the unexpected call.“Hey, Lily! It’s Elliot,” came his cheerful, upbeat voice. I could almost pictur

Lily’s POV But then I had seen him kissing Zara. My heart had shattered right there in his office, and I couldn’t shake the image from my mind. It hurt so much. I felt embarrassed, stupid even, for letting myself hope that Kai might choose me over her.Mer was still looking at me, her eyes full of concern. I bit my lip and shook my head slowly. “It’s nothing,” I whispered, but the crack in my voice gave me away.Mer’s expression softened, and she pulled me into a tight hug, not saying anything. I closed my eyes, leaning into her, grateful for the comfort even if I couldn’t tell her the whole truth.It was too much. I felt like such a fool for thinking Kai could ever put me first. Of course, he still loved Zara. She was everything I wasn’t—beautiful, confident, and most of all, someone Kai had always protected. I was just... there.I couldn’t help the small sob that escaped, and Mer rubbed my back soothingly. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “You don’t have to talk about it if you’re not re

Lily’s POV I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. The room was quiet, too quiet, and it took me a moment to realize that the bed beside me was empty. I turned over, my hand brushing against the cool sheets where Kai should have been. He was gone.A part of me didn’t know how to feel about his absence. Should I be relieved that I didn’t have to face him right now, or hurt that he didn’t bother to stay? My heart felt heavy, and I couldn’t decide which emotion to focus on. I took a deep breath, trying to push away the knot forming in my chest.Slowly, I sat up, feeling the familiar ache in my lower back. I moved carefully, not wanting to jostle myself too much. My hands instinctively went to my baby bump, cradling it gently. At least I wasn’t completely alone. The little one inside me was a constant reminder that, no matter what, I had someone to fight for.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching slight

Kai’s POV Lily had ran off, I felt the guilt settle over me like a heavy weight. I knew I’d made a terrible mistake, and I didn’t know how to fix it. I couldn’t get the image of Lily’s devastated expression out of my head. I hated myself for hurting her. I wanted to go after her, but I couldn’t leave Zara alone, not when she was this vulnerable.Maybe Rhys was right. Maybe Lily would be better off with someone who wouldn’t hurt her the way I did. Someone who wouldn’t make stupid mistakes and break her heart. But the idea of her being with him made my chest feel tight and my hands clench in frustration. I didn’t want to lose her, but I had no idea how to make things right.I slowly got up from the bed, moving as carefully as I could so I wouldn't wake Lily. She looked so peaceful, lying on her side with her back to me, her dark hair spread out over the pillow. I wanted to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin and reassure myself that she was still here. But I didn’t

I gasped and stumbled back, barely managing to keep hold of the tray.A woman rushed out, nearly crashing into me. She looked to be in her early twenties, her long blonde hair a tangled mess, her makeup smudged as if she had slept in it—or rather, hadn’t slept much at all. She was clutching a pair of high heels in one hand while using the other to adjust the thin strap of her dress. The wrinkled fabric barely clung to her curves, and the scent of expensive perfume mixed with Alpha Ronan’s scent clung to her skin like a lingering memory of the night before.I didn’t need anyone to explain what had happened. The evidence was clear.Something twisted in my stomach, and I braced myself for the pain—the sharp, unbearable agony that was supposed to come when a mate was unfaithful. It was said to feel like your soul was being ripped apart, like a fire burning inside your chest.But… nothing.There was no fire, no overwhelming pain. Just a dull,

I was ironing my stepmother’s dress, carefully moving the iron over the fabric. I didn’t realize the heat was too high until I smelled something strange. A burning smell. My heart pounded as I lifted the iron and saw the dark, ugly scorch mark on the expensive fabric.Panic set in immediately. I knew what was coming.Before I could think of a way to fix it, I heard the sharp sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor. The air in the room seemed to freeze as my stepmother entered. Her sharp gaze fell on the dress, and her face twisted in fury."You useless, stupid girl!" she screeched, her voice making me flinch. "You can’t do anything right!"I quickly put the iron down, my hands shaking. “I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, my throat tightening. “It was an accident, I swear—”Before I could finish, she snatched the iron off the table. My breath caught in my throat as I saw the gleam in her eyes. A look I had learned to fear.“An accident?” she mocked, her lips curling into a cruel smile

I walked over to the bed, my steps hesitant, and picked up the paper lying there. My eyes scanned the neat handwriting, and I realized it was a list of rules. At the top of the page, in bold letters, it read: Dos and Don’ts – By Alpha Ronan.I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The list went on and on, ridiculously long and detailed.“Clean my room daily, serve my meals on time, and be on standby whenever I need you,” I muttered under my breath as I read. My eyebrows furrowed as I continued. “Prohibited from spending time alone with unmated males. Must seek permission to leave the mansion. Clothing must be approved by Alpha Ronan…”I stopped reading, my hands trembling with frustration. “Is he serious?” I said out loud, pacing the room.I looked at the list again, my blood boiling. I was supposed to be his personal maid, not his prisoner. He didn’t even want me as his mate, yet he thought he had the right to control every aspect of my life.“What a hypocrite!” I muttered angrily, c

Annie glanced at me and said, “Go on.” I hesitated, my heart thudding in my chest. “What if he’s angry?” I whispered. “Don’t keep him waiting,” Annie said sharply. “That’ll only make it worse.” I swallowed hard and slowly pushed the door open. The room was dim, lit only by the sunlight streaming through the tall windows. Bookshelves lined the walls, packed with books, and a large wooden desk sat in the center of the room. Behind the desk sat Alpha Ronan. His presence was overwhelming. He leaned back in his chair, his sharp eyes immediately locking onto me as I stood frozen in the doorway. I studied him carefully as he sat behind the desk. His black shirt stretched tightly over his broad chest and muscular arms, as if it could barely contain his strength. His features were sharp, and there was an intensity in his eyes that made me feel small. He was undeniably handsome, but the aura around him was nothing short of terrifying. “Come closer,” he ordered, his voice deep and com

The Alpha nodded, his face still stone-cold. “Good,” he said, turning to leave. “Annie will be here shortly to take you to the house and explain your duties.” He walked away, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving me alone again in the darkness. My heart felt heavy, but there was no turning back now. I had agreed to be his maid, and there was nothing else I could do. A little while later, the heavy door creaked open again, and an older woman stepped inside. She looked like she was in her fifties, with gray streaks in her dark hair and a kind but tired face. She gestured for me to follow her, and I got up slowly, my body still aching from everything I had been through. As we walked down the long, dim hallways of the dungeon, she spoke. “I’m Annie,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. “What’s your name, girl?” I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should trust her, but then I said quietly, “Aria.” Annie nodded and kept walking, leading me up a flight of stairs and out

He smirked, his eyes cold. “Your worst nightmare,” he replied before climbing back into the front seat. The car sped off again, and I turned my head to look out the rear window. My heart sank when I saw several other black cars following us. There was no escape.The car finally slowed down, and I felt the sharp jerk as it came to a stop. My heart raced, and I tried to sit up straighter, but my body felt heavy and sore from everything that had happened. The man who had taken me here didn’t say anything before getting out of the car, leaving me alone in the back seat. The door slammed behind him, and the sound echoed in my ears. I didn’t know what to do. The silence in the car felt so loud, so oppressive. I could still feel the throbbing pain in my neck, and the strange sensation from his lick was still there, but it had faded a little. I just stared out the window, my mind racing with thoughts of what was happening to me. A few minutes passed, and I heard footsteps approaching. I