Novels by Soft Xoxo

Elena's POV Four years had passed, and life had unfolded in ways I never could have imagined.Daniel and I are married now. It wasn’t a grand, extravagant event — just a small ceremony with close friends and family. But it had been perfect. I still remembered the way Daniel’s eyes locked on mine as I walked down the aisle, the way his fingers trembled slightly when he slid the ring onto my finger. The way his whispered “I love you” had calmed my nerves in an instant.Our wedding may have been simple, but our love? That was anything but.Chase was four years old now — bright-eyed, full of questions, and sweet in ways that melted my heart. He had Daniel’s calm nature — steady and thoughtful — but with just enough of my stubbornness to keep things interesting.“Mom!” Chase’s little voice rang out from the living room. “Can you tie my shoe?”“Coming!” I called back, setting my coffee mug down.When I stepped into the room, I couldn’t help but smile. Chase sat cross-legged on the carpet,

Elena's POV The warmth of morning sunlight kissed my face, stirring me awake. My lashes fluttered as I blinked a few times, adjusting to the light streaming through the curtains. Something felt... different. The room smelled faintly of lavender, and the air carried a sense of calm — unusual for my chaotic life these days.I sat up slowly, my gaze sweeping across the room. My eyes widened.Everything was spotless — no, perfect. The clothes I’d left scattered on the chair were neatly folded. The empty glasses on the nightstand were gone. Even the floor looked freshly mopped, shining faintly in the morning glow. A bouquet of fresh roses sat on the dresser, their vibrant red petals bright against the white vase.Daniel.I smiled to myself. He was always doing things like this — quietly stepping in to make my life easier without asking for credit. My heart warmed at the thought.I turned to check on Chase. He was curled up on his side, snuggled beneath the covers, his little face relaxed

Elena's POV I spent most of the day convincing myself that I was ready — that talking to Daniel wouldn’t be as terrifying as I’d built it up to be. Mia’s words kept replaying in my head.“Don’t let fear stop you from something that could actually make you feel whole again.”By evening, I was still nervous, but I knew I couldn’t keep running from this. It was time.The next morning, I got up early to prepare Chase’s bag — diapers, wipes, his favorite stuffed elephant — the usual things I carried when we went out. He was getting so big now, already crawling everywhere, babbling non-stop. Each day, he felt more and more like a little person, and I knew Daniel had played a huge part in that.After dressing Chase in his soft blue onesie, I scooped him into my arms.“Alright, little man,” I whispered, “let’s go see Daniel.”---Daniel greeted me with his usual warm smile when I arrived. He stood in the doorway, his hair still damp from a shower, dressed in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans.

Elena's POV I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake Daniel’s words from my mind.“I’m here... not just as a friend, but as someone who cares about you.”I closed my eyes, replaying that moment over and over again. The warmth in his voice, the softness in his gaze — it all lingered in my thoughts, making my chest feel tight.The truth was, I’d been denying it for weeks. The way my heart raced whenever he smiled, the way I caught myself thinking about him even when he wasn’t around. I told myself it was nothing — that it was just comfort, or maybe gratitude.But it wasn’t.I knew it.I rolled onto my side, clutching the pillow close to my chest. Daniel had been denying it too — pushing his feelings aside, holding back when it was so clear he wanted more. I could see it in his eyes when we talked, feel it in those quiet moments when his hand lingered just a second too long.He wanted me.And the truth was... I wanted him too.But I didn’t know how to say it. After so much

Elena's POVI lay on my bed, the soft hum of the ceiling fan above me creating a calming rhythm. My body felt heavy, not with exhaustion but with a strange sense of peace. For the first time in a long while, life felt... manageable. Maybe even a little happy.Chase’s giggles still echoed in my head — that sweet, bubbly laugh that made my heart melt every single time. He was growing so fast. Just yesterday, he was this tiny bundle in my arms, barely able to hold up his head. Now, he was crawling around the house like he owned the place, babbling "goo goo ga ga" as if he had so much to say but just couldn’t find the words yet.I smiled to myself, turning onto my side to stare at the empty spot beside me on the bed.Daniel had been coming around more often lately — always showing up with a warm smile, always willing to lend a hand. What started as simple work discussions had shifted into something... more. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.I remembered the way he looked at me

Elena's POVAs the evening at the Pizza Club in McPherson, Kansas, drew to a close, the warmth of the celebration lingered in the air. Laughter and the aroma of freshly baked pizza had filled the room, creating memories we would cherish. Daniel, ever the gentleman, offered to escort me outside while the others settled the bill.Stepping out into the night, a brisk March breeze greeted us, sending a shiver down my spine. Noticing my discomfort, Daniel immediately shrugged off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders."Here, take this," he said, his voice filled with concern. "Can't have you catching a cold now."I looked up at him, gratitude warming me more than the jacket ever could. "Thank you, Daniel. You're always so thoughtful."We began to stroll along the quiet street, the soft glow of streetlights casting elongated shadows on the pavement. The town had a serene quality at night, with only the distant hum of traffic disrupting the silence."So, how have you been?" I asked, gla

The house was too quiet.Outside, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a soft amber glow over the landscape. A faint breeze slipped through the open windows of Eric's estate, carrying the scent of night jasmine and pine, but Annie barely noticed. She stood at the kitchen sink, staring out over the yard where Harley's toys were still scattered from earlier that afternoon. Her fingers were damp with soapy water, but her mind wasn't on the dishes.Her heartbeat had yet to settle. Hours had passed since she'd slipped into Eric's dungeon and erased the man who had dared to threaten Harley. The scent of blood still lingered in her mind. She’d cleaned herself thoroughly, masked every trace, but her wolf remained restless, pacing behind her eyes."We did what had to be done," she reminded herself under her breath."You did it too clean," her wolf murmured back. "No scent. No print. You’re getting sloppy—you're getting emotional."The sound of footsteps down the hall made her stiffen.

The morning after the kindergarten incident arrived with the scent of rain on dry earth. It hadn't rained, but the clouds were low, and the air felt damp—like the world was holding its breath. Inside the Bleu estate, everything looked normal. Too normal. Annie moved around the kitchen in her usual rhythm. Whisk, pour, flip. Harley sat on the marble counter beside her, chattering about drawings and snack time, completely oblivious to the danger that had brushed so close to her small frame just yesterday. Eric stood by the doorway, his arms crossed, his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing toned forearms dusted with the barest hint of hair. He wasn’t saying anything. Just watching. Annie could feel his gaze on her like a weight. A heartbeat louder than usual. She could hear it. Hear him inhale when she bent slightly to reach for the strawberries. Smell the faint shift in his scent—curiosity, interest, maybe something else too. Something heavier. “Coffee?” she asked ligh

Rain slicked the roads leading out of the Stonehenge Pack, soft drizzles tapering into mist as evening sank its teeth into the land. Inside the dim-lit office of the makeshift CIA outpost, Jaime Macaulay sat hunched over an old dossier, a half-drunk cup of coffee cooling beside his elbow. The window beside him was cracked open, letting in the scent of wet earth and pine needles. It was the kind of stillness that bred focus. And obsession. The file in front of him bore a single name: Lady Lilly. He rubbed his temples, staring at the black-and-white photo clipped to the corner. Grainy, almost useless, but he couldn’t stop looking at it. A shadow frozen mid-leap. Legs extended. Knife in hand. The only picture that had ever surfaced, snapped from a hidden surveillance cam fourteen years ago during her first known appearance. "A teenager," Jaime muttered under his breath, the words bitter in his mouth. The informant's voice echoed in his mind, calm but convinced. “She wasn’t an adult.

Everything moved in slow motion. The playground was filled with laughter, the distant hum of children’s voices mixing with the warm afternoon air. The scent of fresh grass, chalk dust, and sun-heated wood drifted lazily across the schoolyard. Harley's tiny giggle rang out as she clutched her stuffed bunny, her small feet kicking idly beneath the low swings. Her teacher stood nearby, chatting with another staff member, unaware of the shadow slipping through the fence. Eric was watching from a distance, arms crossed, his presence always lingering at the edge of his daughter’s world. Protective. Watchful. Then— A dark figure lunged. The glint of a knife flashed under the sun. Aimed straight for Harley. Eric's vision tunneled. His wolf roared, every instinct in him snapping to attention, adrenaline crashing through his veins. His muscles tensed, his body already moving— But Annie was faster. Before Harley could even gasp, before the attacker could make contact, Annie was there.

The kindergarten parking lot buzzed with activity. Luxury cars gleamed under the sun, their polished surfaces reflecting the swarm of well-dressed parents making their way inside. But none commanded attention like Eric Bleu and Annie Macaulay. Eric exuded effortless power in a tailored black suit, his broad shoulders cutting a commanding figure. His sharp golden eyes scanned the area, instinctively assessing threats. But the real distraction wasn’t potential danger. It was her. Annie stepped out of the car in a scarlet dress that hugged her curves like a second skin. The deep neckline barely contained the soft swell of her breasts, and when she moved, the slit in her dress gave a sinful glimpse of toned thighs. A low growl rumbled in Eric's chest before he could stop it. His wolf stirred. Mine. Eric forced his jaw to unclench. No. Not mine. Harley tugged at Annie's hand excitedly. “Come on, Mommy! We gotta go!” Mommy. Annie felt a pang in her chest. She wasn’t used to that

Annie stood at the entrance of Eric’s mansion—if she could even call it that. The place was ridiculous. Gated entrance, a long, winding driveway, and the kind of architectural perfection that only billionaires could afford. The moment she stepped inside, the air changed. The scent of expensive leather, polished wood, and faint cologne wrapped around her. A chandelier big enough to drown her in diamonds hung from the high ceiling. The floors gleamed under the warm lighting, and everything—from the minimalist furniture to the enormous windows overlooking the estate—screamed wealth. She didn’t belong here. This was too much. Harley, however, seemed completely at home. The little girl ran down the hallway, already chattering about showing Annie her room. Annie adjusted the strap of her bag and sighed. Only a few days. Play the role and get out. Eric watched her closely, leaning against the staircase railing. His wolf instincts hummed beneath his skin. She was tense, stiff, too awa

Rohan's POVAs the night wore on, the celebration only grew more lively. The music was pumping, the food was flowing, and the pack members were having the time of their lives. I was having a blast myself, laughing and joking with Beta Alex as we danced around the fire.Beta Alex was being his usual self, cracking jokes and making everyone laugh. I was impressed by his energy and enthusiasm. The guy was like a machine, always going and never stopping. I, on the other hand, was feeling a bit more subdued. I was happy, don't get me wrong, but I was also feeling a bit more reflective. This was a big moment for our pack, and I was proud of what we had accomplished.As we danced, I caught sight of Diana sitting on the sidelines, Alexander sleeping peacefully in her arms. She looked beautiful, her hair shining in the firelight, her eyes sparkling with happiness. I felt a surge of love and pride, knowing that she was my mate, my partner in every sense of the word.Beta Alex caught my eye and

Rohan's POVAs the day drew to a close, I helped Diana pack up her belongings, getting her ready to leave the hospital. She was still a bit tired, but she was doing great, and I was so proud of her. I couldn't believe how strong and brave she had been throughout the whole pregnancy and childbirth process. As we made our way out of the hospital room, Beta Alex and Amber were waiting for us, big smiles on their faces. Those two were inseparable, and it was clear that they were meant to be together.We walked out of the hospital, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and happiness. We had done it. We had brought a new life into the world, and everything was going great. I glanced over at Beta Alex, who was walking beside me, and nodded in approval. "Thanks for taking care of everything while I was away," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. Beta Alex smiled, his eyes shining with pride. "No problem, Alpha," he said. "Everything went smoothly. The pack is doing great."I nodded, f

Diana's POVI lay in the hospital bed, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhaustion wash over me. Giving birth had taken a toll on my body, and I was feeling the effects of it now. But despite my tiredness, I couldn't help but keep my eyes fixed on Rohan. He was so happy, so full of joy, and it was infectious. It made me smile, even though I was feeling drained.I watched as Rohan gazed lovingly at our child, his eyes filled with a love and adoration that I had never seen before. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and I felt my heart swell with happiness. I knew that I had made the right decision in choosing to be with Rohan. He was a good man, a kind and loving man, and I knew that he would be an amazing father to our child.As I looked at Rohan, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction. I had done it. I had given him a child, and I had made him happy. And in doing so, I had finally found my own happiness. I was no longer just the woman who had replaced Valerie.

Rohan's POVI sat in the hospital room, waiting for what felt like an eternity, I saw a nurse coming out with a bright smile on her face. My heart skipped a beat as she approached me. "Congratulations, Alpha Rohan," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Your wife has delivered a bouncy baby boy."I felt like I had been punched in the gut, but in a good way. I jumped up from my seat, a huge grin spreading across my face. I couldn't believe it. Diana had done it. She had given birth to our child. And he was healthy. That's all that mattered.Beta Alex and Amber shared my joy, congratulating me and patting me on the back. I was so happy, I felt like I was walking on air. I didn't care that it was a boy. I didn't care about any of that. All I cared about was that Diana and our child were okay.I turned to the nurse, my mind racing with questions. "How is Diana?" I asked, my voice filled with concern. "Is she okay?" The nurse smiled reassuringly. "She's very tired, but she's doing well,

Rohan's POVI woke up with a start, hoping against hope that I would hear the nurse's voice, telling me that Diana had given birth. But instead, I was met with the sight of Alex and Amber, fast asleep in their chairs. I felt a surge of frustration and disappointment. What the hell was this? What was the meaning of this nonsense?I threw off the blanket that had been draped over me, and stood up, my eyes scanning the room for any sign of the nurse or the doctor. But there was no one. Just Alex and Amber, sleeping peacefully, oblivious to my growing anxiety.I felt like I was going crazy. I just wanted to see Diana, to know that she was okay. But it seemed like no one was telling me anything. It was as if I had to choose between the child and Diana. I had never been a father before, not really. I had been a father to my triplets, but I hadn't been there for them, hadn't played the role of a father. And now, with this new child, I felt like I was being torn in two. I wanted to be there f

Rohan's POVI fought to keep my eyes open, but they seemed to be dropping slowly, weighed down by the exhaustion that had been building up for hours. I had been by Diana's side the entire time, holding her hand and talking to her, trying to keep her calm and focused. But now, as I sat in the hospital room, waiting for the doctors to come and give us an update, I couldn't help but feel like I was running on empty.But I couldn't give in to my exhaustion, not now, not when my unborn child needed me. I had to be strong, had to be there for Diana and our baby. All I could hope for was that Diana would be able to carry the pregnancy to term, that she would be able to fight off whatever complications were arising. And all I could hope for was that the two of them would survive it, would come out alive and healthy on the other side.I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the fatigue that was threatening to overwhelm me. I looked over at Alex and Amber, who were sitting across from me, the