Novels by Okoro Elizabeth

Lyra’s POV The day had finally arrived: my wedding day. The world outside seemed to know it was special, too. The sky was a canvas of soft blues and wispy white clouds, with the sun gently warming the seaside breeze. Every detail of the morning felt surreal, like I was walking through a dream I never wanted to wake up from. In my bridal suite, the air buzzed with excitement. Sophie, my bridesmaid and Angela’s closest friend, was helping me into my wedding dress. The dress was everything I’d imagined, sleek and elegant with delicate lace running down the sleeves and tiny pearls dotting the bodice. The train cascaded behind me like a flowing river of ivory silk. As Sophie zipped the back, I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror. For a moment, I didn’t recognize myself. “You look stunning, Lyra,” Sophie said, stepping back to admire me. Her voice was thick with emotion. I turned to her, my own heart brimming. “Do you think Kurtis will like it?” Sophie laughed. “Like i

Lyra's POV The next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee drifting up to my room. For a moment, I stayed under the covers, savoring the warmth of my bed and the quiet anticipation that filled the air. Tomorrow, I would become Mrs. Lyra Hartley. The thought sent a flutter of excitement and nerves through me. Finally, curiosity got the better of me, and I padded downstairs, barefoot, my robe loosely tied. In the kitchen, I found Angela standing by the counter, a steaming mug in her hands. Her back was to me, and she seemed lost in thought. “Good morning,” I said, stepping closer, my voice soft so as not to startle her. Angela jumped slightly but quickly recovered, turning around with a faint smile. “Good morning. I didn’t mean to wake you. I just... couldn’t sleep.” I reached for a mug and poured myself some coffee, the rich aroma wrapping around me like a comforting hug. “You didn’t wake me,” I assured her. “But you being up this early is definitely unusual. What’s on your

Lyra’s POVThe morning light streamed through my bedroom window, painting everything in soft gold. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, jolting me out of my thoughts. I reached for it, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Kurtis’s name flashing on the screen. “Good morning, baby girl,” his deep voice greeted me. “Good morning,” I replied, feeling a flutter in my chest. Even after everything we’d been through, his voice still had that effect on me. “How did you sleep?” he asked. “Better than I have in weeks,” I admitted. “Knowing Alice is finally in custody helps.” There was a pause, and then he chuckled. “I knew that would ease your mind. But listen, we have something more important to focus on now—our wedding.” My heart soared. “You’re right. No more delays.” “Exactly. Can you meet me at the venue later today? I’ve already called a decorator and the caterer to start discussing ideas.” “Of course,” I said, excitement bubbling up. “What time?” “Around two. I’ll text you

Kurtis’s POVThe morning after James was arrested, I woke up feeling lighter, yet there was still a lingering weight on my chest. Alice. She was the real puppet master, the mastermind behind James’s schemes. If I let my guard down now, it could all be for nothing. I sat at the edge of the bed, watching Lyra sleep. Her face was serene, untouched by the chaos that constantly tried to invade our lives. I wanted to keep it that way. Standing up, I grabbed my phone and dialed Detective Harper. “Harper,” her voice was sharp and awake despite the early hour. “We’ve got to move on Alice,” I said, my tone firm. “If she gets wind of James’s arrest, she’ll bolt. We need to act now.” There was a pause on the other end of the line before Harper responded. “Agreed. Do you have anything concrete on her yet?” “Not enough to keep her locked up for long,” I admitted. “But James’s arrest is going to shake her. If we can catch her making a move, we’ll have something to work with.” “I’ll dispa

Kurtis’s POVI was still seeing the the moment the handcuffs clicked around James’s wrists, playing in my eye, how I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. It wasn’t just about justice, it was about keeping Lyra safe, about making sure that maniac wouldn’t come anywhere near her again. As the officers led him out, his defiance hadn’t wavered. “This isn’t over, Kurtis,” James hissed, his eyes filled with venom. “You think taking me down changes anything? You have no idea what you’re up against.” His voice echoed back in my ear.I didn’t respond. He could spit all the poison he wanted; his threats didn’t matter anymore. His reign of terror had ended the moment those cuffs locked into place. Once the police cars disappeared into the night, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Detective Harper walked up to me, her expression grim but satisfied. “You did good tonight, Kurtis,” she told me.“I just did what needed to be done,” I replied, glancing at the warehouse where

Kurtis’s POVJames was a menace, a shadow that loomed over Lyra and Angela's lives for far too long. As I stood by the window of my penthouse suite, staring at the city lights below, the thought of letting him roam free even for another day was unbearable. Lyra’s safety wasn’t just a responsibility, it was personal. “I’m not waiting for him to make his next move,” I said, turning to Detective Harper on the other end of the phone. Harper’s voice was professional but tinged with determination. “We need solid evidence to make the arrest stick, Kurtis. What you’ve given us so far is compelling, but I need more to ensure he doesn’t wriggle out on a technicality.” I clenched my fist. “Then you’ll have it. I’ll send over every document, every email, every recording we’ve compiled so far. And I’ll make sure he has no place to run.” After hanging up, I paced the room, my mind racing. James was clever, but arrogance was his fatal flaw. He never imagined I’d play the long game, collectin

The next morning, Serafina stirred from a restless sleep, if two hours of tossing and turning even counted as rest. Her head throbbed, her eyes burned, but she refused to appear weak. She snapped her fingers, summoning one of her maidens.“Bring me tea. Now.”The girl rushed off, anxious to avoid another outburst. She returned minutes later, hands trembling as she placed the cup on the tray.Serafina took one sip, and froze.Her expression darkened like a brewing storm.“You dare call this tea?!” she thundered, slamming the cup so hard against the table the china cracked. “Did you boil this with swamp water or tears?!”The porcelain cup shattered against the wall, spewing golden liquid across the velvet drapes like blood. The young maid gasped, eyes wide as the fragments rained to the marble floor.Serafina’s voice was a whip. "If you want to serve me lukewarm water, go fetch it from the stables, not my damn breakfast tray!"The maid bowed deeply, trembling, but Serafina didn’t give h

"Answer me, Jared!" Serafina’s voice cracked like thunder across the grand chamber. "You’re just going to stand there?! Say something!"The air between them was thick with rage, heartbreak, and disbelief. Jared didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. He didn’t even breathe for a moment. He just stood there, jaw clenched so tight his muscles trembled. His eyes, those usually fierce, calculating eyes, were now dark and hollow. Then, with no explanation, no apology, no glance, he turned around and walked out.Serafina froze.“What…?” her voice dropped to a whisper, trembling. “You’re walking away from me?”She blinked fast, as if her vision had betrayed her. But the sound of his footsteps, heavy and deliberate, echoed louder than any confession.“Jared!” she shouted, storming after him. Her heels clacked furiously against the marble floor. “I’m talking to you and you’re walking away from me?! Don’t you DARE walk away!”He didn’t stop. Not until she caught up with him just outside the chamber door

Back at the palace, a storm raged, not outside, but inside Alpha Jared. The grand chamber, once a place of power and pride, now echoed with the sound of his pacing footsteps and guttural growls. The mighty Alpha, once calm and respected, was now nothing but a tormented soul spiraling out of control. His bare feet thudded against the cold marble floor as he walked back and forth like a caged beast, his massive frame trembling with anger and regret.Moonlight streamed in through the tall glass windows, casting silver streaks across the room, but Jared didn’t see the beauty of the night. His wolf was restless, scratching at the inside of his skin, urging him to howl, to destroy, to let go. His breaths came in hard, sharp bursts, like he was suffocating in his own thoughts. His claws had extended, slicing the palm of his hand from gripping too tightly.His heart thundered in his chest, heavy with the weight of what he had done. Every second that passed felt like a thousand needles prickin

“Can you imagine falling for a monster? The same monster who raped you?”Georgia’s breath hitched as the thought clawed through her mind like a jagged blade. Her grip tightened on the suitcase handle, knuckles pale. “Oh hell no,” she whispered to herself, shaking her head, trying to keep it together.“Mommy, where are we going?” Keira’s sleepy voice cracked the heavy silence, tugging at Georgia’s shredded heartstrings.Georgia paused. The hallway was dim, moonlight streaming through the windows like quiet judgment. Her hands trembled as she turned to face her daughter, her everything.“We're just... getting some air, baby,” she said softly, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, so "Just keep walking, baby. Don’t ask questions right now," Georgia finally whispered again, but her voice cracked.Kelvin rubbed his eyes. "Is it because Sir Jared doesn’t want us here anymore? Did he… did he fire you, Mom?"Georgia stopped in her tracks. The name alone made her chest ache like a

Georgia turned back slowly.Her eyes locked onto Jared, still on his knees, still trembling.ThenSLAP!The second one landed harder. Sharper. Louder.His head jerked to the side.She was weeping now, chest rising and falling in uneven sobs. Her voice cracked with pain as she screamed, "I trusted you! I begged you that night! I said NO! And you still, YOU STILL"Jared shook his head desperately. "Georgia, I didn’t know it was you. I didn’t. I was sexually aroused and I was drunk too""But I did!" she shouted. "I knew what was happening, Jared. I begged. I cried. I screamed. And you... you didn’t stop. You didn’t care!"Her whole body shook as she backed away, hugging herself like she was trying to hold herself together. "Do you know what happened after that night? Do you even care what happened to me?"He opened his mouth to answer, but she didn’t give him the chance."I walked home that night, torn, bleeding, and broken! And when my parents that I was pregnant"Her voice broke again,

“They’re not leaving,” Jared said, his voice cold and final, his eyes locked onto the guards by the palace gate. “Lock the gates. No one leaves this territory unless I say so.”“Yes, Alpha,” the guards responded in unison, lowering their heads as they disappeared toward the outer wall.Georgia let out a shaky breath. “Thank you… thank you for letting them stay.” Her voice cracked as she stepped closer, reaching out slowly, unsure. Then, with a surprising boldness, she pressed a kiss to Jared’s forehead.Jared didn’t move.He didn’t even blink.His heart thudded against his ribs, loud and violent. Her scent filled his lungs, wildflowers and vanilla, and it only made the storm inside him worse.She smiled softly, a hint of relief on her face. “I know this isn’t easy for you…”You have no idea, Jared thought.He didn’t deserve that kiss. Didn’t deserve her soft gratitude. Not when he was carrying a truth that could shatter her.“Come with me,” he said suddenly, stepping back from her war