Novels by S. FICTION.

Secrets OutAuthor's POVIt so happened that Alpha Hale, Dane's father, Mr. Han, and Alpha Safiya were best friends—until Edmond came into the picture.They began having problems with each other until Mr. Han asked Edmond to kill Alpha Hale.Edmond refused, but Han was desperate. Han committed the murder himself but blamed Edmond. Edmond often acted like a jerk towards Dane Hale, his friend's son, whenever he recalled the past.He misses Alpha Hale, but that doesn't change the fact that he killed Astrid's mother to cover up his crimes. He did all of this to please Han and keep their secrets hidden.In the end, they all faced their downfall, except for Edmond, who remained alive. He will return from his slave trade, and guess who his next target is? Astrid's son, who is a Moon Healer!********Dear Readers,I want to extend my deepest gratitude to each and every one of you for taking the time to read my book. Your support, feedback, and encouragement mean the world to me, and it’s becau

Astrid's POV. I slowly pushed myself up from the bed, rubbing my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The room was quiet, and for a moment, loneliness washed over me like a cold wave.But then I turned to the window and saw Dane, his strong frame leaning against the sill. He cradled our baby, Hayden, in his arms. A smile crept across my face at the sight of them together. They looked perfect.“You're awake late! We had plans for today, but you overslept,” Dane teased as he walked over to me. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. The warmth of his affection spread through me, making me feel safe and loved.It had been a month since everything turned upside down—a month since the terrifying nightmare that almost took our lives. After escaping to the pack with Ethan, I had spent many sleepless nights, my mind racing with fears. I was terrified that Dane would sacrifice our child, that he wouldn’t care about us. But I was wrong.Dane would never hurt our baby. He and Ethan to

Halfdan's pov. (His End)The bottle of whiskey was cold in my hand, the burn of the liquid a distant sensation as it slid down my throat. I could barely feel it anymore, barely cared. All I could think of was her. Camilla. My mate. My cunning, twisted, evil mate.How did it come to this? The memories of that night still clawed at my mind, gnawing away until I felt like I might go insane. I closed my eyes, but the image of her face filled my head—the way her eyes locked onto mine in those final moments, full of both fear and acceptance. She was in my arms, her body limp and lifeless, yet her lips had curled in that knowing smile. The same smile she had whenever she thought she had won.She had won.Even in death, she had won, taking the slash meant for me, falling in my place. She died in my arms, the blood soaking my hands, the life draining from her body while I could only watch. And no matter how much I told myself I hated her for all she'd done, for all the evil she brought to o

Halfdan's POV.I stood on the balcony, hands behind my back, staring up at the sky. I had felt off all night, but something about being out here shifted my mood. A small smile formed on my lips as I gazed at the red sky. It wasn't the death of an alpha; I would’ve been invited if that were the case. No, this meant something else—a moon healer had been born.How fortunate their parents were. A child with such a rare gift was both a blessing and a burden. The entire world would come for them, and I would have to protect that child. It was my duty. But deep down, I wished I’d been given that choice, to have a child of my own to protect. I wanted it so badly, and I would die for my child if it came to that. But not everything in life goes the way we want it to.A sharp knock at the door snapped me out of my thoughts, and I turned my head toward the sound.“Alpha Halfdan!” Drake shouted as he burst onto the balcony, panting heavily.“What is it now, Drake?” I asked, rolling my eyes. I ha

DANE'S POV"Camilla," I called out, my voice firm. She didn’t even flinch, her cold, hard glare fixed on Astrid. Astrid, who looked exhausted and fragile. She had just given birth. She needed rest, not this. She shouldn’t be standing here, facing Camilla. All I could think was, ‘Have I ever done anything right?’ Ever since she came into my life, all I’d done was cause her pain and worry. And now I had a son too. I couldn’t let this cruel fate fall on them both. They deserved peace— ‘they deserved better than me.’Camilla took a step forward, her lips curling into a cruel smile. Her eyes locked onto the baby. My son. I stepped in front of Astrid, blocking her view."I’m going to need the child," Camilla said, her voice dripping with malice. The smirk on her face widened, her eyes glowing with hatred.My jaw tightened, my body tense. "What makes you think I’ll give you my son?" I growled, glaring at her. But my words only made her smile bigger. She looked back at me with the same ch

DANE'S POVEight months had passed, and it felt like nothing had changed. Every morning, I woke up wondering if she still hated me as much as before. It bothered me. What was I supposed to do to make things right?She had been kidnapped and hospitalised so many times, and I knew my life was dangerous for her. To make things worse, she misunderstood something I said, thinking I would hurt our child. What did she think of me?That night, after I apologised again and again, she ran off. Even after almost being killed by Camilla, she didn’t stop. She must have cared about me, right? But then her mother died, and she left, probably thinking it was better to get hurt by someone else than by me.Now, she’s back in the Fierce Claws pack. For eight months, I’ve known where she’s been hiding. I watched over her, had guards keeping a close eye, though from a safe distance. I made sure she was protected, but I kept my distance too. If she wanted to be away from me, I wasn’t going to take that fro

Elena's POVWith every step Caspian took into the grand hall, my chest tightened. My breathing grew shallow. Each breath I took only made the anxiety worse. I felt like the walls were closing in.Yes, I knew I had made a huge mistake—I’d signed that marriage contract with Mr. Caspian without fully understanding what it meant. But what I didn’t expect, what I never planned… was for him to claim me as his wife. Out loud. In front of everyone.In front of Caleb.In front of Isabella.My fingers curled tightly into the fabric of my dress, my eyes widening in pure shock as Caspian walked straight toward us, his face unreadable but his steps full of purpose.“Uncle Caspian—” Caleb began, but Caspian’s sharp voice cut through the air like a knife.“How dare you try to harass my wife in public?” he snapped, his voice thunderous. “Do you have no respect for me as your uncle? No respect for the family name?”The room fell deathly silent.“What?” Caleb laughed bitterly, clearly in disbelief. He

Elena's POVThe moment the car rolled to a stop in front of the event building, my fingers curled around the door handle, ready to step out.But before I could push the door open, a firm, warm hand wrapped around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.“Wait,” his deep voice rumbled beside me.I turned, meeting his icy, unreadable gaze. Caspian’s grip was gentle but firm, his thumb lightly brushing against my pulse.My breath hitched at the intensity in his expression, but before I could ask why, he stepped out first, moving with that effortless authority that always made people pause and take notice.He strode around the car, his tailored suit catching the moonlight, and pulled the door open for me.My chest tightened at the small yet thoughtful gesture. A habit of his, I realized. A silent claim.He reached out, his fingers expectant. I hesitated for just a moment before sliding my hand into his. His grip tightened slightly, grounding me, before he led me toward the brightly lit entranc

Elena’s POVI stood before the mirror placed in his room, my fingers shaking slightly as I tried to zip up the elegant black dress he had given me.My mind was racing. Caspian Nightingale was dangerous. I had seen it. That much was clear. Yet here I was, in his room, getting ready to leave for a dinner party with him. With someone I should dread.I should have left as planned. I should have run away the moment I got the chance to do so. But for some reason, I didn’t.Instead, I stood here, my reflection staring back at me, reminding me that my freedom was slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.I was divorced. I was supposed to be free. Yet, somehow, I had walked straight into another trap.I exhaled shakily, my bare back exposed as I struggled with the zipper. My hands were clammy, my stomach twisting with unease.Why couldn’t I just ignore the fact that he had saved me earlier? Why couldn’t I turn around and leave? A heavy sigh escaped my lips at that moment.Just as I was

Elena's POVI snapped at the sudden grip around my waist, pulling me backward toward a manly figure. My hand rested on his chest, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps as I thought I had been captured by one of the men trying to break into the mansion.Just as I slowly lifted my eyes to see who it was, my heart racing, my entire being trembling, I was stunned to find Caspian—my one-night stand and now husband—trapping me in his arms, his body hot from the tension I felt surrounding him."I asked you to stay inside, Squishy…" he breathed, his deep, gruff voice sending me reeling back.A heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips, but that was only for a split second. Staring deeply into his icy blue eyes, which remained fixed on me without a single word, I couldn't help but recall the night before.His every touch, his words, my loud moans. I wasn't sure why, but I found myself beginning to get drawn to him again. Drawn to my ex-uncle. Drawn to a dangerous person.I was certain he could kill

Elena's POVMy heart raced as such thoughts slammed into my mind. It couldn’t be right, could it? There was definitely no way he was Caspian Nightingale—the Caspian known by everyone in Maxnight City.“No…” I shook my head in refusal, trying my very best to dispel the thoughts and assumptions that the man I had a one-night stand with after my divorce, the man who had brought me back home, was actually related to my ex-husband and, even worse, his uncle.I laughed like a maniac, my fingers running through each strand of my hair as I kept my gaze locked on the plaque.I was now married to my own ex-husband's uncle? No… that didn't make any sense. It was just all in my head, right?I tried my best to keep my head intact, to keep my thoughts straight, but I just couldn't convince myself that this was all my imagination. It was real. I had signed a marriage contract with my ex-husband's uncle, and even worse, he had me locked up in his home.“No… no, this can't be.” My heart raced as I turn

Elena's POVHis every word made me realize I was in deep trouble. I was in a huge mess. What had I gotten myself into?Last night was supposed to be fun. I was expected to just go to the club, have my share of fun like everyone else, and return home. Why was everything I did always different?I went to have fun and ended up getting married? Trust me, I still couldn't wrap my head around it. Not even yet.“I think you should…” I was going to say, struggling to pull out of his grip, but it only made the situation worse.“You know what I dislike so badly, Squishy? It's repeating myself.”With that, he swiftly jacked me up and draped me over his shoulders, my eyes bulging out in shock as I reacted almost immediately.“What are you doing? Drop me down now! Drop me!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to climb down from his shoulder, but it was impossible.“I'm taking you home, and that's final,” he said without a trace of humor in his tone. He was serious and wasn't going to back dow