Novels by Doreen.u

SARAEvery moment stretched like an eternity. The palace felt like a tomb, silent and still, as if holding its breath along with me.Days passed, and still, the Alpha remained in his deep sleep, unmoving. The pack sensed the unease, whispers of the Alpha’s condition spreading like wildfire, filling the air with a sense of impending doom.My heart ached with every passing hour, the emptiness of his absence growing like a chasm in my soul.I spent my days at his side, watching over him, praying silently for a miracle. While Aldo handles the affairs of the pack.Each night, I listened to Fisher’s chants, his voice a distant echo of hope. But the more time passed, the more my hope began to waver, replaced by a cold, creeping fear that I would never see my mate’s eyes again.The palace staff moved quietly, their faces drawn and pale, as if reflecting my anguish. Aldo, too, hovered nearby, his expression dark with worry, ready to support me, even as he grappled with his own grief over Eden’s

ALPHA KING EDENThe air in the room was thick with tension, the flickering light from the candles casting shadows across the walls. I stood in the center, my gaze steady as I watched Fisher prepare the ritual.I had sent Aldo a message to Fisher for this ritual, as it was the only way to save my daughter and the pack from the prophecy. Aldo protested but I told him I had made up my mind.The chronos amulet that had been in Fisher’s possession after using it to remove Sara’s curse was my only option.The chronos amulet, an ancient relic known for its power to alter fate, lay on a small pedestal before us. Its gemstone pulsed faintly, as if alive, resonating with the power it held.Fisher’s eyes clouded by age yet sharp with wisdom, turned to me. “Are you certain about this, Alpha? The consequences could be grave.“The prophecy is not something to be taken lightly. This could cost you your life.” he asked, his voice gravelly, echoing with years of knowledge and forewarning.My jaw tig

SARAI stood at the pack ground watching the Alpha address the pack, I felt a renewed sense of hope. He stood tall and confident, his voice commanding the attention of every wolf gathered around him.I recalled how I sat at the chamber, lost in thought after storming out of the throne room. Eden had come to me later in the night, his expression a mixture of determination and apology.He hadn’t let my anger push him away. Instead, he’d held me close, his hands gentle as he brushed away my tears.We talked for hours, sharing fears and hopes, finding common ground in our love for our children.Eden had promised me, he would find a way to ensure our daughter’s safety without resorting to drastic measures.He had asked me to trust him, and I trust him. His resolve had reassured me, and the walls between us crumbled.We kissed then, with a tenderness that spoke of forgiveness and understanding. The intensity of our emotions had quickly ignited into passion, a need to reconnect and affirm

ALPHA KING EDENSitting in the throne room as Fisher stood with his eyes on me. He had arrived in the early hours of the morning.His elderly figure draped in a layer of ceremonial robes, stood in the throne room. His eyes, clouded with the wisdom of countless years.He spoke softly, yet his words carried the weight of ages, echoing through the room like a quiet, unbreakable command.“Alpha, your daughter’s powers are unlike any we have seen in generations. They align with the prophecy of the old, a prophecy that foretells the rise of a child born to end the era of wolves.“Her abilities are growing, and without proper guidance, they will become uncontrollable. He said, his voice as steady as stone.I tensed, my jaw clenching as I listened. I had feared these words, yet hearing them aloud made my blood run cold. I exchanged a glance with Sara, whose eyes were filled with worry and desperation.Fisher continued. “There is a way to protect the pack, but it is a hard path to walk. Your d

SARAEden and I lay nestled together in our bedroom, the warmth of our embrace a comfort after a long day for both of us on our various pack duties.The soft glow of the candlelight cast a soothing light across the room, and the rhythmic sound of our breathing filled the space with a sense of peace.Eden ran his fingers through my hair, pressing soft kisses against my forehead. Our hearts beat in sync, a silent reminder of our bond.Just then, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Eden sighed, reluctance weighing on him as he pulled away from my embrace.He walked over to the door, his posture stiffening as he opened the door and found Aldo standing there, his face pale and etched with worry.“Alpha, It’s… it’s about Elena. Her powers…” Aldo said, his voice strained.Before he could finish, Eden’s eyes widened in alarm. Instinctively, I sat up in bed, sensing the change in the atmosphere.Without another word, Eden and I bolted from the room, our hearts racing with fear and urgency. We b

ALPHA KING EDENI held Sara as she cried, my own emotions were kept in check for her sake, my resolve solidifying with every tear she shed.Minutes turned into what felt like hours, her sobs slowly quieting down, replaced by the soft sound of her breathing.I continued to hold her, whispering soothing words, my hands never ceasing their gentle, comforting motions.Eventually, the exhaustion of the day took over, and Sara’s eyelids grew heavy. Her breathing became slow and even, and she drifted into sleep, cradled in my embrace.I remained still, staring out into the darkness beyond the windows of my study, my thoughts racing even as my heart beat steadily.I looked down at Sara, her face peaceful in sleep despite the tear stains on her cheeks. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.At that moment, I made a silent vow. Whatever it took, I would protect my family. I would not let a prophecy dictate the fate of my children. I would seek an

AURORADamon hadn’t returned since that day, and though I told myself I didn’t care, the void of his absence left me undeniable.Instead, it was the maids who came and went, dropping off measly portions of breakfast and dinner.The food barely sated my hunger, and I could feel my body weakening with each passing day.I realized it was Damon’s subtle way of breaking me down. He wanted me to lose weight, to diminish my strength and spirit piece by piece. This was only the beginning of his punishments, I thought grimly.The silence in the dungeon gnawed at me, the uncertainty of what was to come consumed my thoughts.What was Damon planning? Was this silence part of his game? Or was it worse?The door creaked open, the sound cutting through the silence of the dungeon.My brow furrowed in confusion as I glanced up. The door only opened twice a day; once for breakfast and once for dinner; and I had already eaten my morning meal.My breath caught in my throat as my eyes landed on Damon. He

AURORA“Aurora, I asked you a question. I expect you to answer me. Now!” he said, his voice laced with a dangerous calm that was more terrifying than his anger.“I’m sorry, my king, b-but I can’t tell you what you want to know.” I stammered.“Why?” he demanded, his tone sharp enough to cut.My hands clutched my scarf tightly, my knuckles white. “B-because I did nothing to my hair.” I lied, forcing myself to meet his gaze for a fleeting second before quickly looking away.“Do not lie to me, Aurora,” he warned.“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my king,” I said, my tone trembling but firm enough to imply innocence.I decided then and there to pretend; to act as if I didn’t know him, as if he was just an alpha with too much power.Acknowledging him would only invite memories and emotions I had spent years burying.I gasped sharply as Damon yanked me up with a force that left me breathless.His grip was unrelenting as he shoved my back against the cold wall, the impact knocking the

AURORAFour men flanked me as they led me to the dungeon, their hands never far from the hilts of their swords.Their piercing eyes lingered on me, a silent warning that any attempt to flee would be met with steel.I kept my head down, my legs trembling as we moved through the dark corridor. The air grew colder with each step, and the icy chill bit into my skin, making me shiver uncontrollably.My mind raced as the shadows around me deepened. Why the dungeon? I thought, my heart heavy with confusion and fear.Damon had sent others to his quarters or the slave quarters, but I was being taken to this desolate, freezing place.Was this his way of punishing me? My rejection all those years ago had meant to protect us both, but now it felt like the final nail in my coffin.I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill. Maybe he plans to leave me here to freeze to death, I thought bitterly.It wasn’t an impossible fate; after all, no one would care if I perished. The Moo

AURORAA sharp gasp escaped my lips as rough hands shoved me to my knees, the force sending a dull ache through my legs.My breath hitched as my eyes darted upward, only to lock onto the one person I never thought I would see again.There was something in him; something I couldn’t quite understand. He no longer looked like the Damon I knew eight years ago.Yet, here he was, no longer the boy I once knew but the Alpha king, a man I vowed never to face again.The weight of my circumstances returned in a crushing wave, and I quickly bowed my head, forcing my gaze to the floor.I had rejected him all those years ago, and now, fate had cruelly placed me at his feet, not as an equal, but as a slave.Suddenly, a soft, unexpected warmth brushed my shoulders, breaking my spiraling thoughts. I flinched slightly, startled, before realizing it was a scarf being draped over my torn dress.My fingers instinctively clutched the edges of the scarf, and I didn’t dare look up, I knew. Damon had ordere

AURORA“Please how much are these oranges?” a voice so soft and timid broke me from my thoughts. I looked up and saw a little boy dressed in a suit. His wide eyes were filled with innocence.“Four coins,” I replied gently, my warm smile lighting up my face as I crouched down to his level.He reached into his small pouch, carefully pulling out four coins with tiny hands, and handed them to me.I accepted them and passed him the oranges, my heart softening at his politeness. Before he could thank me, a woman in her early thirties stormed forward, her face twisted in anger.“Get away from that witch!” she snarled, yanking the boy away with such force that he stumbled. My smile faded, my eyes widening in shock as the woman slapped the little boy, making him burst into tears.“Stay away from my son, you witch!” the woman spat, her voice venomous. She snatched the oranges from the boy’s hands and hurled them to the ground with disgust before dragging him away, ignoring his cries.I stood f