Novels by Pamela Ezikwas

Lila's POV He took steady and calculative strides towards the podium while the lady joined the crowd. I knew her, she's a pack member. So I assumed she had escorted him.His eyes were hazel, but they held a stronger expression of coldness compared to Dominic's. I saw how everyone went silent the moment he started walking, even I was shaken up a bit by the way he approached us. “Regardless or whatever, you shouldn't treat your Alpha's Mate with so much disrespect. I was sure I made several lectures regarding this so that the tragic event that befell shadowfangs wouldn’t repeat itself in history ever again. Did most of you sleep during those lectures?” He asked with a voice full of authority. The room boomed with his voice as it resonated throughout the silent hall.For him to have lectured them in the past, he must have been someone of a high reputation with immense wisdom, like a lecturer. But even so, why did he have so much power over controlling the rest of the werewolves? I

Lila's POV Brian explained what the meeting would be like on our way to the pack house. He told me to be mentally prepared that they are meant to say all kinds of words to me. Honestly, I was a bit scared since I’d have to face a large crowd while they judged me endlessly. “Do you plan to deny it?” Brian asked, jolting me out of my thoughts. I took a deep breath as he kept staring at me to hear my answer.“I don’t know, Brian,” I said tears welled up in my eyes again.” After hearing what actually happened to my mother, I couldn’t help but think that she was judged wrongly.” I continued,” “Yes, she had her fault. Revenge doesn’t end a problem but it rather adds to the existing problem. But on the other hand, I doubt I would have handled the situation any better if I were in her shoes.”I said truthfully. I felt bad for my mother, and denying her further would only make me feel more sorry for her. I was honestly torn between them since I knew accepting her would only make me face

Lila's POV Everyone was now gathered in Dominic’s office after hearing the news about Sophia’s death. Morinda was quite shocked; she said she never wished her dead, even if all Sophia ever wanted was her property. But the fact that she died suddenly could only mean one thing.“Was an autopsy conducted?” Brian asked, facing Jonathan. “Even if an autopsy was conducted it wouldn’t reveal anything as long as witchcraft was involved in her death,” Morinda said, hitting us with reality. “But one thing is certain—-she must have been in a cohort with the witch you are looking for.” She said what I was sure everyone was now aware of. “You mentioned that only the royals could erase other’s memories, right?” Dominic asked in a stoic tone. His expression had turned cold ever since heard the news. The look he had at that moment was a look that said he would murder anyone. He must have been really pissed at the whole situation. Morinda adjusted in her seat so she could face Dominic before sp

Victor’s POV The candlelight in my room flickered weakly against the dark stone walls, casting a weird shadow that seemed to be struggling to breathe, twisting and writhing like silent specters in the corner of the room. The air was thick with the smell of herbs, and the faint coppery smell of blood. A sign that a dark ritual had just taken place there. I sat on the office chair in my room with my hand under my chin, and my fingers tapping impatiently on my left cheek. I locked my gaze on Morgana, who was standing before me at that moment.She paced the room in elegant steps that felt captivating and also unnerving at the same time. She moved in a smooth and calculative way like she was deciding on how to feast on her next prey. Her silver hair, which I always mistook to be a wig, spilled over her shoulders, almost reaching her waist. She glanced towards me and a sly smile curved on her bright red lips, her blue eyes glowing with mischief. In her hand remained the bottle of el

Lila's POV Dominic walked up to me, took my hand in his, and eyed me from head to toe.”Are you hurt?” He asked, his eyes beamed with worry, and for a moment I mistook it for fear—or maybe it was fear. “Lila, are you fine?” He asked again, bringing me out of my train of assumptions. I nodded my head at him as I looked at the hand he was holding that was dripping with blood. I almost forgot that I cut myself.I tried to remove my hand from his but he held onto it. Before I knew it, someone was running towards us with the first aid kit box. Dominic must have given out the command through mindlinking. He let go of my hand to accept the box, then he proceeded to place it on the ground. I looked around to see what people were saying while Dominic’s attention was on the box. As I expected their gazes were fixed on me—demanding an explanation. I owed them one.“It’s going to sting a bit,” Dominic said before grabbing my hand to apply the disinfectant. I winced a bit, making Dominic smi

Lila's POV When Morinda mentioned that she would be using my blood, everyone went stiff. We all thought she meant something bigger than life itself. Eventually, she explained that a small cut would be made on my palm, so the blood could fizzy out, and then the spell would be recited by me. Everyone eventually calmed their mind and started heading out of the room one after the other.First, it was Brian—I bet he was the most affected by the meeting we held and he couldn’t wait to leave. Probably to go and think or even subject himself to something worse. I wanted to follow him, but the look in his eyes only showed that he wanted to be alone. He was followed by Judith, who somehow avoided making eye contact with me. By that time, I already understood how her duty as Genna had mattered to her more than anything. I figured that out during the time we spent reading books together. To her, I was still a potential threat to everyone, and the powers within should be neutralized. I r

Amelia stared at the note in her hand. She kept wondering who this person was, and at the same time, there was a rise of unquenchable fear within her: “Trust no one.”She stared at the rose lying innocently on her pillow, its pristine petals suddenly feeling like a mocking gesture. The shadows in the room felt thicker and louder, as though they were about to close in on her. Who had left it? And why? She considered marching down to Lucien’s office to report, but changed her mind because to confront Lucien now meant exposing her fear and letting him know she was afraid. She didn't want to give him that thrill, not even for a second.Instead, she slid the note into the drawer of her nightstand, locked it away alongside the uneasiness and fear creeping out of her chest. Sleep was hesitant, too hesitant to surface until midnight, and when it came, it was chaotic with nightmares of roses and shadows.In the morning, there was quietness all around. Lucien had left early, as usual, which ga

Amelia stared intently at the indentation on her bed; her breath became thin as uneasiness filled her veins. Her room was loudly quiet, but the stillness had all shades of wrong attached to it. She looked around while scanning all corners for sound or movement, but there was nothing, just solid silence and shadows decorating the walls. Lying on the nightstand was the rose, and the petals glowed fantastically under the not-so-bright light. This was supposed to be a pleasing gesture, but it wasn’t because she couldn't be sure who had left it there. She quietly walked closer to the bed while her fingers tightened into fists. “Is someone here?” she said in a demanding tone. But there was no response; the following silence was deafening, stretching long enough to cause panic in her nerves. She quickly grabbed her phone from the nightstand, her two thumbs hovering over Lucien’s name in her contacts. Calling him meant she was scared. She didn't know him that well, and though he had pro

Amelia’s first full day as Mrs. Voss started far earlier than she’d anticipated. The black sedan arrived at her apartment just as dawn stretched its pink fingers across the city skyline. Sleep-deprived and filled with dread, she stepped into the vehicle, her heart hammering as it whisked her away to Lucien’s estate.But nothing could have prepared her for the sheer scale of Lucien’s world.The car pulled up to the estate, and Amelia felt her breath hitch. It wasn’t a house; it was a fortress. Towering wrought-iron gates loomed ahead, flanked by stone walls that seemed to stretch forever. Beyond the gates, a long driveway snaked through immaculate gardens until it disappeared into a sprawling mansion.She swallowed hard as the gates groaned open.“This is home now,” her driver said matter-of-factly, breaking the silence.Home. The word felt foreign, even absurd, in the shadow of Lucien’s empire.The car stopped, and a sharply dressed woman approached. Her clipboard was clutched like a

Amelia stood frozen behind her door, her breath shallow, her body unwilling to move. The voice on the other side had been low, smooth, but with an edge of command that felt eerily similar to Lucien’s. Whoever this was, they weren’t here to chat.Her fingers hovered over the deadbolt, hesitating.“Who are you?” she called through the door, her voice firmer than she felt.The pause that followed stretched long enough to unnerve her.“I’m here on Mr. Voss’s behalf,” the voice said finally. Calm, composed, like they had all the time in the world.“Open the door, Miss Rivers.”Her chest tightened.“He said tomorrow morning.”“And yet, here I am,” the voice countered, unfazed.“He’s asked that you come now. It’s not up for discussion.”Her pulse quickened as a thousand thoughts collided in her mind. Had Lucien changed his mind? Or was this something else entirely?“Give me a minute,” she said, trying to buy herself some time.The figure outside didn’t respond, but she could feel the weight

Amelia sat at the edge of her couch, staring at the black card Lucien had left on her countertop. It was unassuming, blank except for a string of embossed numbers and a name printed in sharp silver letters: Lucien Voss.It felt heavier than it should have, as though the weight of her future had somehow been pressed into its sleek design.Her father’s voice broke the silence. “Amy... please.”She turned to him sharply, the fury in her chest rising to the surface like a flame starved for oxygen.“Don’t ‘Amy’ me, Dad.” Her words cut through the tension, sharp and unrelenting.“You sat there, looked me in the eye, and let him offer me as payment. Like I’m some—some object!”James winced, his shoulders slumping further, as though her words physically struck him.“I didn’t know what else to do,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.“They would’ve killed me. I thought... I thought maybe—”“You thought what?” Amelia stood, her hands balled into fists at her sides.“That I’d just...

“What did you do, Dad?”The question barely escaped her lips, each syllable heavy with disbelief and something deeper; betrayal.Amelia Rivers stood frozen in the doorway of her tiny apartment, staring at the man she had spent her whole life trying to forgive.Her father, James Rivers, looked nothing like the confident charmer she remembered from her childhood. He was a mess of trembling hands, disheveled clothes, and the faint stench of whiskey and cigarettes.“I didn’t have a choice, Amy,” he croaked, his voice breaking. “I had no other way out.”“No other way out of what?” Her voice rose, the sharp edge of her tone cutting through the humid air of the cramped space. She crossed her arms, feeling the weight of every promise he’d broken before.“What did you do this time?”James staggered into the apartment without waiting for an invitation, his shoulders sagging as he collapsed onto the nearest chair. He ran a hand over his thinning hair, avoiding her gaze. “It’s not like before. Th