Novels by Odunayo50

The air was cold as we slipped through the outskirts of the pack house, avoiding the main paths where guards patrolled. Martha led the way, moving with purpose, her eyes scanning the shadows as if expecting trouble.“Where exactly are we going?” I whispered.She motioned toward a small, dimly lit clearing ahead. “There. I overheard some of the warriors talking about a meeting spot.”As we got closer, voices became audible. Low murmurs, urgent and intense. I crouched behind a thick tree, Martha beside me, as we peered through the foliage.A group of men and women stood in a loose circle, their faces shadowed by the flickering torchlight. I didn’t recognize most of them, but their body language was tense—this wasn’t a casual conversation.A tall man stepped forward, his voice carrying through the still night. “We cannot afford to wait any longer. The pack is divided, and those in power are weak.”Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.“Our enemies grow stronger every day,” the

"Use your wolf's eyes!" Martha yelled.I groaned, panting as I dodged her next swing. The wooden training sword she held had already smacked me in the ribs twice, and I wasn’t eager for a third. "My wolf is weak, okay? She’s only strong when she wants to be!"Celline growled in my mind, sharp and unimpressed."Sorry, C.""Your wolf isn’t weak," Martha snapped, advancing on me again. "You just don’t listen to her. You’re too caught up in your own doubts to let her guide you."I barely managed to duck as she swung at my shoulder, the wooden sword missing me by inches. My balance wavered, and she swept my legs out from under me with a swift kick. I hit the ground hard, the impact rattling through me."Again," Martha said, standing over me with her hands on her hips.I glared up at her. "Give me a second to breathe!"She offered me her hand, her expression unreadable. I hesitated before taking it, letting her pull me to my feet. My muscles ached from the past hour of training, sweat slick

The walk back to the maids’ quarters felt endless, every step heavy with the weight of my thoughts. I couldn’t stop replaying the events of the morning, the intensity, the bond, the impossible situation I found myself in.As I pushed open the door to the common area, the sharp buzz of gossip hit my ears like a swarm of angry bees. The maids turned to look at me, their eyes filled with curiosity and something darker: judgment.“Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Clara sneered, stepping forward with her arms crossed. “Have a good night, Marcy? Or should I say, the Alpha’s little plaything?”The words stung, sharper than I expected, but I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her see my pain. “I don’t have time for your petty insults, Clara,” I said evenly, moving past her toward the sink.“Oh, but we have time,” another maid piped up, her voice dripping with mockery. “You know, Marcy, some of us actually work for our place here. We don’t just... lie down for it.”A r

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the warmth.It was everywhere, surrounding me, pressing against my skin, cocooning me in a way that made me feel both safe and... exposed. My eyes fluttered open, and it took a moment for the blurry edges of the world to come into focus.That’s when I realized.I was naked.My heart stopped, my breath catching in my throat as the events of the previous night came rushing back. The full moon. The bond. The way it pulled us together like an unstoppable force.I sat up abruptly, clutching the blanket to my chest, my gaze darting around the room. It wasn’t my quarters—it was larger, darker, with a heavy wooden bed that screamed dominance and authority.Ryker’s room.My stomach flipped as I glanced down. Evan was sprawled on one side of me, his chest bare, his hair a mess, and his lips slightly parted as he slept. His arm was slung loosely over my waist, his touch sending shivers through me even in his unconscious state.On the other side was Ry

Ryker didn’t hesitate. His teeth sank gently into the curve of my shoulder, the sensation a sharp mix of pain and pleasure that made me cry out. The mark pulsed with warmth, a tangible reminder of his claim.Evan followed suit, his teeth grazing my other shoulder before he bit down, his mark sealing the bond between us.The sensation was too much. I clung to them, my body trembling as the world around us seemed to shift, the bond solidifying in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.“You’re ours now,” Ryker murmured against my skin, his voice a low growl. “And we’ll never let you go.”“Never,” Evan echoed, his hands sliding lower as he pressed a kiss to my temple. “You belong to us, Marcy.”And in that moment, I knew it was true.Evan’s lips lingered against my temple, his breath warm as his hands trailed over my bare skin. Ryker’s grip on my hips tightened, his calloused fingers digging into my flesh as his heated gaze pinned me in place. The tension between us was electric

Evan was the first to recover. His warm hand closed over mine, firm and steady, grounding me in despite the chaos of the moment.“Marcy,” he said softly, his voice a soothing balm against the tension crackling in the air. “You’re right. This is real. It’s always been real.”Ryker’s growl was low, almost feral, as he stepped closer, the moonlight catching the sharp angles of his face. “This isn’t some fairytale,” he said, his tone clipped. “You don’t just get to decide—”“Decide what?” I shot back, cutting him off with a surge of confidence I didn’t know I possessed. “That I’m done feeling like I’m nothing to you? That I’m done being pushed and pulled like I don’t have a say?”Ryker’s mouth opened, then closed again. For once, he seemed at a loss for words. His piercing blue eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I saw something raw there—something that made my heart clench.Evan’s thumb brushed the back of my hand, drawing my attention back to him. “He’s an ass,” he said, his lips