Novels by Godloves

Kate Pov I was now in the mansion with my six kids. They were in Bella’s room, and I had told them that she was their second grandma. She would be responsible for taking care of them, but since I lived in the mansion, I would always check up on them and play with them as usual.Most importantly, I warned them again and again to refer to me as ‘aunt’ instead of ‘mum.’ When they asked why, I told them it was necessary for now. I explained that it would keep us all protected. Though they couldn’t fully understand the reason behind it, they agreed.My greatest fear was that one of them might mistakenly call me ‘mum’ in front of Roberto.I sat on the couch in the large room where Roberto and I would be staying, smiling as I remembered how Cora and Bella had showered my kids with so much love when they saw them.But my smile soon disappeared when Roberto walked in."Successfully married to the most powerful man in the city. Now your dream has come true, right?" he said."That's not my drea

Kate PovI alighted from the cab that dropped me at one of the biggest mansions in Silvercrest. The building was extremely large and tall—so massive that even if seven generations were living inside, they would all be comfortable.This woman is indeed very wealthy, I thought as I stepped in. I checked my wristwatch and saw that I was not late yet. Seeing that the main large door wasn’t closed, I stepped inside and appeared in a large living room with royal chairs and tables.“Hey, Kate,”I turned and saw the woman who had been helping me, Cora. I quickly walked toward her. “Mother, good morning!”“Welcome, dear. I’m glad you eventually came as promised,” she said warmly, gesturing for me to sit. I obeyed.“He will be here soon, okay?” Cora said to me, and I nodded. My heart pounded nervously. I didn’t know if her son would be ugly or handsome, kind or terrible, respectful toward women or a complete nightmare. Whichever way, I was about to find out.“I personally can’t wait to see your

Kate Pov Daniel sighed, looking at me with a pitiful expression. He could tell that I was going through a lot. He might not know the details, but he could discern it."Can you tell me how you have been? I know we've been distant, but I still kept track of you. The last thing I knew about you was that you and your husband divorced six years ago," Daniel said."I'm fine. I'm losing my patience, and I will just walk out now. I don’t want to be rude, so please go straight to the point," I said, trying to hold back my anger and pain.Daniel, of course, understood the reason for my anger toward him, so he went straight to the point. "A woman from a rich and powerful family approached me a long time ago when her husband's company was almost going bankrupt. And although I'm not half as rich as they are, I had what it took to help them at that moment."He continued, "I realized that if I simply asked the woman to pay me back in the future, the payback wouldn't last. So, I did what I thought w

Kate Pov I wanted to scream, but the hand covering my mouth was too quick. I calmed myself and tried to see the person's face. When I realized it was Lucas, I shoved him away angrily."Why did you drag me here?" I snapped, stepping out of the dark space and glaring at him with pure disgust."Don't pretend like you don't miss me," Lucas smirked."Disgusting. After six years, do you still think I haven't gotten over what happened?" I asked, my voice laced with bitterness."It's not my fault that you are barren," Lucas scoffed. "And your little act, pretending to be Reberto’s wife, is just laughable. You think I don't know? Reberto and I were childhood friends, and we used to be best friends. Over the years, we've grown apart and aren't on good terms anymore, but I still know a lot about him. You, of all people, can never be Reberto's type.""Whether I'm his type or not, can I know why you are so concerned? You already have your secretary, right? I hope you've married her and that she's

Kate Pov "I beg, spare me this time," I pleaded even further. Even though I knew that pleading at this moment was too risky, if I agreed to do this, he would confirm his wrong perception of me. I was never that type of woman a slut, or a prostitute. That wasn’t me.His phone rang at that moment, and his attention was swift from me. I was kneeling in front of him before his phone rang. He took one more look at me before walking over to his phone.He picked it up, and checked the caller ID, he sat and answered it. The caller was the only one who had the guts to call him at this hour."Hello, son," the voice of an elderly woman came through.Not wanting to have a conversation with his mother in front of a stranger, he declared, "Out!"I stood quickly. The call saved me. I quickly walked out.Oh gosh! A narrow escape again!I had become so emotionally destabilized that I couldn’t stay another minute in the club. I found Leona at once and told her that I couldn’t stay here anymore and th

Kate Pov I wondered who could be knocking. I wasn’t expecting any visitors and hadn’t made any friends in this neighborhood. Nevertheless, I stood and walked toward the door. When I opened it, I saw a tall woman standing there. "Kate!" the woman screamed. I furrowed my brows as I eventually recognized her. "Lily!" We hugged each other dearly, and I quickly let her in. Lily had been my roommate at the university. Throughout my four years there, we had lived in the same room, but we lost contact somehow after graduating. "How did you find out where I live?" I asked, still basking in the joy of reuniting with my old friend. "I didn’t. I actually came here to apologize for what my son did. He didn’t allow his friends to play ball with him, and I think that’s selfish," she said. Then she paused, her eyes widening. "Wait, are the three boys yours?" "Yes, they are," I responded. Lily furrowed her brows. "Oh my days! I always thought their parents must be so lucky. Oh wow! I do

Selina’s POV Just as I heard Kieran pass the judgment, I crashed to the ground. Looking at the stake which has two soldiers already standing with a torch. Fear overwhelmed me. “Kieran you can't do this to me,” I cried out. I tried to reach Kieran on the throne where he was seated but the grip of the soldiers was so firm. “Kieran, you can't do this to me. I'm your chosen mate!” I cried out. My knees buckled beneath me as my body burnt red hot. “Lilith is not who she seems to be. Please. Listen to me,” I flared. “What are you waiting for?!” Lilith shrieked. “Take her to the stake! Now!” She commanded harshly. And I struggled with the soldiers who showed no mercy in lifting off the ground.I watched Lilith smile mischievously. On her face was excitement untold. As her hand patted Kieran's head. Quickly I was bound with ropes that could not be broken and without wasting much time. The stake was set on fire. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I smelt my flesh roasting from beneath

Selina’s POV I wasn't even given a chance to explain myself. Kieran has never done that. Why was everyone blind to whatever I was saying? Why can't they see beyond–I mean even the Alpha is lost. The chains on my hand rattled as I tried so hard to peep through the iron gate. “Hello!” I called out. “Can anybody hear me?” I heard nothing except the echoes of my voice coming back to me the way I had spoken it. My knees cringed as I imagined what my fate would be in the morning. Memories of how Kieran had looked at me like a murderer flooded my mind. In a moment of weakness, I broke down in tears. Why can't everyone see Lilith for who she really is? Why am I always the one to take the downfall? “Moon goddess, please help me,” I crashed to the floor. The chains on my hands were the only thing that could be heard. This place reeks of death and hell. Even though it's dark, I could still seek dry bones of some prisoners who had gone before. “Hello

Selina’s POV I didn’t sleep that night. How could I? The letters burned in my mind, the words seared into my memory like a cruel brand. Everything is in place. The Shadowborn has been freed. Lilith had betrayed Kieran. She had betrayed all of us. And I was the only one who knew. I paced my room, my hands clenched into fists. I had two choices—confront Kieran and risk him not believing me, or gather undeniable proof. Only one of those options wouldn’t end with me thrown into the dungeons. I had to be smart. I had to be careful. But more than anything… I had to bring her down. The next morning, I forced myself to act normal. If Lilith even suspected I was plotting against her, she would strike first. And I couldn’t afford to let that happen. I needed more information. I needed someone who knew things. And that meant finding Edwin. Sneaking out of the packhouse wasn’t easy, but I had years of practice moving through the shadows. By the time I reached

Selina’s POV The weight of Kieran’s words still echoed in my head. Find the traitor, Selina. It wasn’t a challenge. It wasn’t permission. It was a test. And I intended to pass. The warriors wouldn’t accept me overnight, but I didn’t need their approval. I needed results. If I wanted to prove that I belonged in this fight, I had to be two steps ahead. The first step? Tracking the Shadowborn’s escape route. If someone helped the intruder escape the pack’s territory, then they had to leave a trail. And I was going to find it. Dorian met me at the northern border, where the rogue had last been seen. He had called for two warriors to join us—Talon and Reed, both experienced trackers. I wasn’t sure if they were here to help me or babysit me. “The last known sighting was here,” Dorian said, kneeling beside the clawed-up dirt. “But we lost the scent trail.” I scanned the area, my heart pounding. The dense forest surrounding Blood Moon’s territory stretched endlessly, and th

Selina’s POV The night air clung to my skin like a second layer, thick with tension and the lingering scent of blood. I stormed away from Kieran, my heart pounding violently against my ribs, my throat raw from our argument. I had spent years loving him. Years waiting for him. And tonight, I finally understood—waiting had been my biggest mistake. Kieran had chosen her, again and again. And I had let him. Not anymore. Ignoring the burning in my ribs from my recent wounds, I pushed through the doors of the warriors' barracks. The room fell silent. Conversations halted, weapons stilled, and every gaze turned to me. A few warriors exchanged glances. Some smirked, clearly amused. Selina Blackwood doesn’t belong here. I wasn’t a warrior. I wasn’t a high-ranking pack member. I wasn’t even Kieran’s mate anymore. But I had something none of them did. A reason to fight. I walked straight to Dorian, who stood hunched over a wooden table covered in maps and patrol schedules. He

Selina’s POV Pain was a familiar companion. It throbbed in my side, sharp and insistent, but it wasn’t just the physical wound that hurt. It was the way Kieran had looked past me as if I didn’t exist. As if I hadn’t nearly died trying to save the woman he had chosen over me. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stand despite the dizziness. Blood soaked through the fabric of my dress, but I refused to show weakness. Not here. Not now. Not in front of them. Lilith whimpered softly in Kieran’s arms, her fingers clutching his shirt as she whispered, “I was so scared…” Kieran’s jaw tightened, his grip on her tightening protectively. “I’ve got you,” he murmured. A hollow laugh threatened to escape my throat. Where was that protectiveness when it had been me? The warriors were still gathered, murmuring among themselves about the attack, but no one paid attention to me. No one ever did. I was still bleeding. Still standing in a puddle of my own blood. And yet, all that

Elena's pov I stood there, my pulse hammering against my skin, watching as Alessandro pulled away with that damn smirk of his. He knew what he was doing. He knew exactly how to unnerve me, how to push me to the edge and make me question everything.And I hated him for it.I hated the way my body betrayed me when he got too close.I hated the way my breath hitched when his fingers brushed against my skin.But most of all, I hated the way he looked at me—like I already belonged to him.I took a step back, trying to regain control over my own emotions. “I’m not one of your possessions, Alessandro.”His smirk only deepened, as if my defiance amused him. “No, dolcezza, you’re not. But you are mine.”I clenched my fists. “That’s the same thing.”“Is it?” His voice was calm, but there was an underlying edge to it. “Because I don’t treat my possessions the way I treat you.”I scoffed. “And how exactly do you treat me?”His dark eyes gleamed with something dangerous. “Like something I refuse

Elena PovThe weight of Alessandro’s words stayed with me long after he spoke them."You already are."I wanted to deny it, to push back against the idea that I was becoming part of his world. But how could I? Every day, I was pulled in deeper, my life entangled with his in ways I couldn’t escape.As the car continued its smooth ride back to the estate, I turned my head away from him, staring out the window. The city lights blurred past, but my mind wasn’t on the view—it was on the man beside me.His presence was overwhelming, suffocating, intoxicating all at once.How had I gone from despising him to sitting here, silently battling the strange pull he had on me?I wasn’t sure anymore.The rest of the ride was quiet. Alessandro didn’t speak, but I could feel his gaze on me, studying me as if he was waiting for something.When we finally arrived at the estate, I wasted no time stepping out of the car, eager to put distance between us.But before I could make it inside, Alessandro was a

The car ride back to the estate was suffocating.I could still feel the tension lingering between us, thick like the smoke that curled from the cigars those men had been puffing in the club. I sat rigid, my fingers curled into the smooth leather of the seat, my mind racing with thoughts I didn’t want to entertain.Alessandro had exposed me to his world today, peeled back a curtain I could never unsee. The power he wielded, the respect he commanded—it was terrifying. But what unsettled me most was that it wasn’t just terrifying.It was intoxicating.I stole a glance at him, my eyes tracing the sharp lines of his face, the way the dim light from the city cast shadows over his features. He looked so at ease, as if orchestrating backroom deals and bending dangerous men to his will was as simple as breathing.He turned his head slightly, catching me staring.I quickly looked away, my pulse quickening.The car slowed as we reached the estate, the heavy iron gates swinging open. The moment w

I barely slept that night.Even after returning to my room, I could still feel the weight of Alessandro’s gaze, the heat of his touch lingering on my skin like an unshakable curse. I paced the floor, running my hands through my hair as my mind replayed every word, every look, every moment of weakness.What was happening to me?I should hate him. I did hate him.But my body told a different story.The worst part? He knew it.Alessandro wasn’t a man who questioned things. He saw, he wanted, he took. And now, he had set his sights on me—not just as his prisoner, not just as his possession, but as his.A shiver ran through me, though I wasn’t sure if it was fear or something far more dangerous.I needed to get my head straight.{The Morning After}By morning, I had forced every lingering thought of him into a locked box in my mind, determined to pretend last night never happened.A knock at my door shattered that illusion."Miss Elena," a voice called. "Breakfast is served. The boss is ex

The atmosphere had shifted.It was subtle at first so subtle that I almost convinced myself it wasn’t real. But as the days passed, I could no longer deny it.Alessandro was changing. Or maybe, I was.I still despised him for taking me, for controlling me like a pawn in his violent world. But something had cracked between us, a fragile thread binding us together in ways I didn’t understand. He had stopped treating me like an object to be controlled and started treating me like...something else.I wasn’t sure what yet.But I felt it.The way his eyes lingered on me a second longer. The way his voice softened, just barely, when he spoke my name.The way my own heartbeat betrayed me when he was near.Tonight was another one of his extravagant events, and like before, I was expected to be at his side. But unlike before, I had chosen my dress.It was a deep red, made of silk that clung to my body in all the right places. The neckline dipped just enough to be daring but not desperate. When I

The ride back to Alessandro’s estate was silent, but the tension between us crackled like a live wire. His grip on my hand hadn’t loosened since we left the gala, as if he feared I might vanish into thin air.I wasn’t sure if it was possessiveness or control, but whatever it was, it made my pulse race.The moment we stepped inside the grand foyer, Alessandro’s men scattered like shadows into the night. The heavy doors shut behind us with a quiet finality, sealing me inside his world once more.I pulled my hand from his grasp, needing space to breathe. “I’m tired,” I muttered, turning toward the stairs.Before I could take a step, Alessandro’s voice sliced through the silence. “That dress,” he said, his tone unreadable.I froze, my fingers tightening around the fabric at my sides.Slowly, I turned to face him. His dark eyes roamed over me, something flickering behind them—something I couldn’t quite name.“You liked it?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt.A slow smirk curved his li