Novels by Just Tina

The silence that followed the Lycan King's declaration hung heavily in the air, like the stillness before a storm. My father's face turned ashen, and I could see the struggle within him, torn between the duty to protect the pack and the love for his daughter."No," my father finally said, his voice trembling but resolute. "I will not sell my daughter for any kind of protection. Elara will not marry a monster.""Dad..." I began, but he silenced me with a stern look, his eyes filled with both fear and determination.Gareth, sensing an opportunity to further his own agenda, stepped forward. "She's wolfless and weak. She's better off being of some value to the pack by marrying the King."My father shot Gareth a look of pure venom. "Elara is an equal member of this pack and has as much right to make her own choices as anyone else. She owes this pack nothing. This pack was built by me and my wife, through our contributions and sacrifices."Lydia scoffed, rolling her eyes. Gareth's face twis

The silence that followed the Lycan King's declaration hung heavily in the air, like the stillness before a storm. My father's face turned ashen, and I could see the struggle within him, torn between the duty to protect the pack and the love for his daughter."No," my father finally said, his voice trembling but resolute. "I will not sell my daughter for any kind of protection. Elara will not marry a monster.""Dad..." I began, but he silenced me with a stern look, his eyes filled with both fear and determination.Gareth, sensing an opportunity to further his own agenda, stepped forward. "She's wolfless and weak. She's better off being of some value to the pack by marrying the King."My father shot Gareth a look of pure venom. "Elara is an equal member of this pack and has as much right to make her own choices as anyone else. She owes this pack nothing. This pack was built by me and my wife, through our contributions and sacrifices."Lydia scoffed, rolling her eyes. Gareth's face twis

The exhaustion from the tumultuous evening finally caught up with me, and I drifted into a deep sleep. My dreams carried me to a serene garden under a blanket of stars, the night air cool and refreshing. I wandered through the blooming flowers, their sweet scent calming my troubled mind.Suddenly, the peaceful silence was interrupted by the appearance of the Lycan King. He seemed almost ethereal, yet solid and real. "Care to dance, young daughter of Silverclaw?" He extended his hand to me, a silent invitation. I hesitated but found myself accepting. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine.We danced under the stars, the world around us fading into a blur. "If you had stayed longer at the party, this would have been more than just a dream," he said. His presence was overwhelming, commanding, yet oddly gentle. As the dream shifted, we were no longer in the garden but in a grand bedroom. I was tied to the bed, the King looming over me, his eyes dark and intense.He started

The moment I returned to my room, I collapsed onto my bed, the events of the evening swirling through my mind like a whirlwind. I could almost see Gareth's furious face, feel Callista's icy rage, and hear my stepmother's shrill screams. The entire pack would be buzzing with shock and gossip about the kiss that had stolen the spotlight at their perfect dinner party. Instead of basking in their self-made glory, they were now forced to deal with the aftermath of my defiance. I let out a soft chuckle, turning over onto my back. The kiss... My mind wandered back to the moment my lips met the handsome stranger's. He was powerful, almost intoxicating, and the memory sent a thrill through me. My cheeks flushed at the thought of his surprised yet unyielding response. Who knew rebellion could feel this good?As I drifted into a light sleep, my dreams were filled with images of the mysterious man. I was lost in the fantasy of his touch, the intensity of his gaze when suddenly, the door to my ro

The kitchen was dimly lit, with the scent of baking bread wafting through the air, mingling with the faint hint of lemon polish. The worn wooden table bore the scars of years of use, much like my own heart. I stood by the sink, washing the last of the dinner dishes, my hands working on autopilot while my mind wandered.“Elara!” My stepmother's sharp voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. I flinched, my grip tightening on the soapy plate. “Yes, Aunt Lydia?” I called back, wiping my hands on a rag as I turned to face her. She stood in the doorway, her keen eyes scanning the room, undoubtedly searching for something to criticize.“Have you finished the dishes? Make sure to clean the floors afterward. We can't have the Alpha coming home to a dirty house.”My heart sank at the mention of Alpha Gareth—my mate. The one who should have been my partner and protector. Instead, he treated me like dirt beneath his boots, choosing my stepsister, Callista, as his Luna. The irony wasn’t lost on