Novels by Tee Growrich

Hours later, Tasha and Robbin sat in the hospital waiting room, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. Tasha’s hands trembled as she thought about the events of the day, questions flooding her mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. A doctor stepped into the room, his expression calm but serious. “Are you for Mr. Sterling?” Tasha immediately stood up. “Yes. Is he okay?” The doctor gave a small nod. “The bullet missed any major organs. We’ve removed it and stabilized him. He’s very lucky. He’ll need rest, but he’s out of danger.” Relief swept over her, and she sank back into the chair, exhaling deeply. “You can see him now, but keep it brief. He needs rest,” the doctor added before walking away. Tasha hesitated, glancing at Robbin. “Go in,” Robbin said softly, his tone gentle. “I’ll be here waiting.” She nodded, swallowing hard before making her way down the corridor. Tasha stepped into the dimly lit hospital room, h

Vanessa sat in a dimly lit motel room, far from the city center. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was private, exactly what she needed. The faint hum of the mini-fridge filled the silence as she stared at the array of files and photos spread out on the bed. Images of Daniel and Tasha smiling, walking together, and her blood boiled holding hands. On the small desk in the corner sat her phone, which buzzed with a message. Kieran: I’m in place. Just say the word. She smirked. “Not yet.” Vanessa leaned back against the headboard, her mind calculating every angle. She didn’t just want to hurt Daniel; she wanted to break him. Destroying Tasha was step one, but it wasn’t enough. The room phone rang, jarring her from her thoughts. She hesitated before answering. “Yes?” “It’s me,” cam

Daniel exhaled, his grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “Tasha,” he began, his voice measured but firm, “I need you to know something. I’ve got evidence on Vanessa, enough to ruin her completely.” Tasha’s head whipped toward him, her brows knitting in surprise. “Evidence? Then why isn’t she already in jail?” Daniel sighed, his gaze fixed on the road. “It’s not that simple. Vanessa’s not just some opportunist; she’s someone who’s made a career out of playing with people’s weaknesses. If I pull the trigger on this, it’s not just about sending her to jail. There’s collateral damage, things she could use to hurt people I care about. I’ve been working to ensure there’s no room for her to retaliate.” Tasha frowned, a mix of curiosity and frustration bubbling within her. “What could she possibly have on you or anyone else that’s stopping you? It sounds like you’re giving her too much credit.” Daniel hesitated for a moment, his jaw tightening. “Vanessa… she wasn’t always l

At exactly 12:30, Daniel’s car pulled up in front of Tasha’s house. She watched from the window for a moment, gathering her thoughts before heading outside. Her heart was a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, the emotions from last night still lingering in her chest. Daniel stepped out of the car as she approached, his usual composed demeanor softened by a warm smile. “Right on time,” he said, opening the passenger door for her. She slid into the car, her gaze briefly meeting his before she looked away. “Thanks, I needed this.” As they drove, the atmosphere in the car was surprisingly light. Daniel kept the conversation casual, asking her about Ethan, her health, and little things to ease the tension. Tasha found herself relaxing despite her initial apprehension. They arrived at a cozy Italian bistro tucked away on a quiet street. The ambiance was intimate but not overly formal, a perfect setting for their lunch. “This place looks nice,” Tasha said as they were seated at a

His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, and one hand found its way beneath her shirt, moving upward. As his fingertips grazed her skin, a cold sensation trailed upward toward her chest. Tasha froze, the reality of the moment crashing down around her. She pulled back abruptly, breaking the kiss and creating distance between them. Her breathing uneven as she adjusted her shirt. She avoided Robbin's intense gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. “I— I can’t do this, Robbin,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not right.” Robbin’s chest rose and fell as he struggled to steady his breath. “Tasha, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you. I just… I couldn’t help myself.” She shook her head, her arms wrapping around herself protectively. “This is too much, Robbin. I’m still figuring things out. I can’t… I can’t give you what you want right now.” He stepped closer but stopped himself, sensing her need for space. “I’m not asking for everything, Tasha. I j

”Robbin and I…” she started, her voice trailing off as her phone buzzed loudly in the small space. She glanced at the screen, relief flashing across her face as she answered the call. “Yes?” she said, her tone neutral. The conversation was brief, her words curt but polite. When she hung up, she placed her phone back in her bag and turned to Daniel. “I’ll get going now,” she said quickly, avoiding his gaze. She opened the door and stepped out. “Goodnight, Daniel.” He watched as she closed the door behind her and walked toward the gate without looking back. A mix of frustration and curiosity churned within him, but he didn’t press further. “Goodnight, Tasha,” he murmured to himself, watching until she disappeared inside. Then, with a sigh, he started the car and drove off into the night. When Tasha got in, she headed straight to Ethan’s room, her steps quiet as she approached the door. She opened it slowly, the soft creak revealing Robbin already there, tucking Ethan’s sheets

Marcus’s words lingered long after he walked away. “There are things you don’t understand yet.” What could he possibly know about my powers or my heritage that I didn’t? It gnawed at me as I paced back and forth in the clearing, the cool evening air doing little to calm the storm inside. Rollins had left to handle pack business, leaving me alone with my thoughts—a dangerous thing, given the weight of what had just transpired. I couldn’t get Marcus out of my head. His offer to train me, the intensity in his eyes, and his cryptic words—it all pointed to something more. Something he was holding back. And I hated that. I hated the feeling of not being in control, of not knowing the full picture. I needed answers. Now. The night air was cool as I stepped into Shadowcrest territory, my heart pounding in my chest. The memories of rejection and humiliation haunted every step I took. Bu

Emily’s POV: My breath hitched as Liam’s words sank in. The weight of them felt like a boulder crashing onto my chest. “Everett…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “No…” I had never met him, but Mia had told me enough. Everett had been loyal to Cassandra, a part of her schemes. He wasn’t innocent, but still… I killed him. I stared down at my hands again, my fingers trembling. How could something that came from me, something that I couldn’t control, take someone’s life? I felt Rollins step closer, his warmth trying to soothe me, but it wasn’t enough to chase away the dread growing inside me. "Emily," Liam's voice was soft, but there was something uneasy in his tone. "He wasn't one of us. Everett's betrayal... he deserved what came to him. But still, this power you have..." I swallowed hard, blinking away the tears forming in my eyes. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to kill anyone.” Rollins took my hand, his grip firm but gentle. “You didn’t know, Emily. You were trying to

Marcus's POV The moment Emily’s power surged through me, I expected agony. But instead, the pain that had once gripped my body began to fade. My wounds, which had seemed so severe, were closing, the skin knitting itself back together as though the injury had never existed. I could feel it her power, coursing through me, not as an attack but as something else entirely. Healing. As Leon and the others helped me back to our territory, I was already standing on my own, walking steadily beside them. They exchanged glances, clearly puzzled by my sudden recovery, but no one dared say a word. When we arrived back at the pack, the others stared in silence, their eyes wide with both relief and uncertainty. I could feel their confusion their Alpha had returned, seemingly unscathed, but something had shifted. It wasn’t just the wound that had healed; there was a palpable tension in the air, a sense that everything had changed the moment Emily had intervened. Leon was the first to break the si

“Emily, please!” Rollins’ voice cut through the haze, and I turned to look at him, my vision still glowing with that blinding white light. His eyes were filled with fear not of me, but for me. “You’re stronger than this. You can control it.” His words pierced through the madness, and for a brief moment, I hesitated. The light flickered, and I felt the power waver within me. But it wasn’t enough. The rage was still there, threatening to consume everything in its path. “Emily, I need you,” Rollins whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose you.” Something in his words reached me, cutting through the storm of emotions that had taken over. Slowly, painfully, I began to pull the power back, forcing it to retreat into the depths of my soul. The light dimmed, the dome shrinking until it finally vanished, leaving nothing but silence. I collapsed into Rollins’ arms, my body shaking with the effort of containing the power. He held me close, his grip tight as if he was afraid I might

As I stood there, catching my breath, the reality of what had just happened hit me. The pack was under attack, and Cassandra had betrayed us. I needed to find Rollins and warn him about Cassandra. I shifted back into my human form, not caring about the blood or the scratches that marred my skin. Right now, the only thing that mattered was getting to Rollins and stopping this attack before it destroyed everything we had fought to protect.I sprinted back towards the pack house, my heart pounding in my chest. The sounds of fighting were already filling the air—growls, howls, and the clash of wolves. The other forces were attacking, and they had the advantage of surprise.As I reached the main clearing, I saw pack members rushing to defend our territory. Panic and fear were etched on their faces, but they fought valiantly. I needed to find Rollins, he had to know about Cassandra’s betrayal, and we had to stop this before it was too late.I spotted him near the center of the chaos, issu

Emily's POVAfter what felt like hours, I finally heard the sound of the door creaking open. Rollins stepped into our room. Relief flooded me at the sight of him, but it was quickly followed by a pang of anxiety. Whatever he had discovered at the archives, it wasn’t good. “Rollins,” I said softly, standing from where I had been sitting by the window. “What did you find?” He looked at me for a long moment before finally speaking. “Emily, there’s something you need to know about your powers, about who you are.” My heart raced as I took a step closer to him, searching his face for answers. “What do you mean?” He hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “You’re not just a white wolf, Emily Ravens. You’re part of a rare Royal lineage, one that was believed to be extinct. Your powers… they’re tied to something ancient, something that could either protect us or…” He trailed off, his voice thick with concern. “Or what?” I pressed, fear gripping my heart. “Or destroy everything,” h

Dino’s POV The night had been a whirlwind, and now I was home, still seething over what had transpired earlier. I walked through the grand hall of our estate, frustration weighing heavily on my chest. I wasn’t sure what exactly had gone wrong until I remembered the conversation with my father at the gala. He had been adamant about the job offer, about pushing Eloise into our lives. But now, it was clear that something I hadn’t understood had shifted between us. I wasn’t blind, I could see how she was distancing herself, and it didn’t sit well with me. I was angry. And I wasn’t sure if it was directed at Eloise for pulling away, or at my father for what I now realized he might have said to her. I stormed into his study without knocking. The room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of a desk lamp. My father sat behind his large oak desk, a glass of whiskey in hand, his expression unreadable. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?” I spat, barely controlling the anger in m

We drove in silence, the weight of everything still hanging in the air. When we finally arrived home, Jess and I headed upstairs. "Hey, you need rest. It's been a long day," she said softly. I nodded, too tired to argue. I headed straight for the shower, letting the hot water soothe my mind for a brief moment before I wrapped myself in a towel and got into bed. Jess soon joined me after her shower, slipping into the bed beside me. I turned off the lights, trying to unwind, but my mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened. My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was a call from Mom. "I'll take it," Jess said, grabbing the phone from the nightstand. She answered it quickly, her voice muffled as she spoke to Mom. I couldn’t hear their conversation, but from the tone, I could tell she was reassuring Mom that I was already asleep. I closed my eyes, letting the quiet of the room lull me into a sense of calm, grateful for Jess’s presence by my side as I drifted of

As the slow tune began to fade, my mom returned to our table, glowing from her dance with Mr. Alessandro. He followed closely, his demeanor as composed as ever, yet his gaze lingered on me as he approached. “Eloise,” he said warmly, his deep voice carrying a charm that commanded attention. “You look beautiful as always.” I blinked, momentarily taken aback by his directness. “Thank you, Mr. Alessandro,” I replied, keeping my tone polite yet uncertain. His lips quirked into a small, knowing smile, and he extended a hand. “May I have this second dance?” My mom, already seated, gave me a gentle nudge and a nod of encouragement. Jessica’s eyes widened, her excitement barely concealed as she mouthed, Say yes! Feeling the weight of their stares, I placed my hand in his. “Of course.” He led me to the dance floor with the confidence of someone who had done this countless times. As the soft melody filled the room again, he guided me gracefully into a smooth waltz. “You remind me

My breath caught in my throat at his words. I wasn’t sure how to respond, if I even wanted to respond. His intense gaze made it impossible to look away, and for a moment, the noise of the gala faded into the background. “Dino…” I began, trying to find the right words. “This doesn’t make any sense.” “Doesn’t it?” he asked softly, his tone laced with something I couldn’t quite place. “We’ve always had a connection, Eloise. You can deny it all you want, but I see it every time you look at me.” I shook my head, taking a small step back. “You can’t just throw money around to prove a point. That’s not how this works.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t about the money. It’s about you. I thought… maybe tonight, you’d finally see that.” I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, the band started playing a soft waltz, signaling the start of the dances. Dino held out his hand, his expression gentle but resolute. “Dance with me, Eloise,” he said, his voice lo

I stared at her in disbelief. “Jessica!” The auctioneer’s voice boomed. “We have five thousand! Do I hear five thousand five hundred?” People began murmuring, their eyes darting toward us. I felt my cheeks burn as I tried to process what had just happened. “You’re going to pay for this,” I hissed, grabbing my paddle and hesitantly raising it. “Five thousand five hundred.” Jessica smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “Good job. Now, keep going. You don’t want to let someone else win after that dramatic entrance.” “Do I hear six thousand?” the auctioneer asked, looking hopeful. I sank lower into my chair, muttering under my breath. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” “Six thousand!” someone from the back called out, and my stomach twisted in relief. “See? Someone saved you,” Jessica whispered, winking at me. “Going once, going twice—” But then, a voice from my left rang out. "Seven thousand," a woman called, her tone smooth yet firm. I turned to see who had e

As we made our way toward the silent auction area, the buzz of conversation surrounded us. The space was filled with people browsing the tables, each laden with elegant items, vacation packages to exotic locations, rare works of art, and even exclusive wine collections. The atmosphere was both lively and sophisticated, setting the perfect stage for the evening’s high-profile fundraising. Jessica nudged me, her eyes scanning the tables. "You should totally bid on something," she said, her tone light but teasing. "Get in the spirit of things." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not tonight. I’m just here to survive." She rolled her eyes. "You’re no fun." Mom, who had been chatting with a few familiar faces, came over with a glass of wine in hand. "Eloise, Jessica, the auction is about to start. Why don’t we f