Novels by Pamela Ezikwas

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

Dominic’s POV We were coming back from the annual werewolves conference held in New York. I was already tired, so I decided to take a nap. I asked Jonathan to turn off the AC so I could open the window. I love the smell of nature. Five minutes into my nap, I caught the smell of vanilla in the air—just vanilla. It’s very intoxicating and I knew I had not smelled something like that before. “Stop the car,” I said to Jonathan, removing my seat belt. He stopped without questioning my orders. The SUV following behind us stopped too. I stepped out of the car, likewise Jonathan. I instructed the rest of them to stay behind, while I mindlinked Jonathan about my new discovery.Finding my mate was something I had always prepared for. And I wondered what she was doing deep in the woods.“Could she be a rogue?” Jonathan said through the mind-link as if reading my mind. “Let’s find out,” I said, leading the way as I followed the scent. I saw her lying on the floor, her arms protecting her fa

“Then you must know who I am,” I said, holding onto the door to the passenger's seat.“Of course, you must be his mate, or perhaps his rejected mate.” She chirped in her birdy tone.“Julian…” Jonathan called, but it sounded as if he was cautioning her. “Is Dominic at home?” She asked, but her gaze was fixed on me.“Yes,” Jonathan replied.Without saying another word, she headed towards the house, humming a lullaby.“Tell me, it had been planned that he would reject me even before he met me right?” I asked Jonathan, but deep down I already knew the answer. He didn’t reply to me, and he entered the car, starting it immediately.I closed the door to the passenger seat and went to the back seat. He opened his mouth to protest, “Nothing will make me sit beside you in front,” I beat him to it. He figured I wouldn’t listen to him regardless, so he moved the car and we left the pack.I felt betrayed, not because I was rejected by him—but the fact that he already had an arranged mate, and I

My back collided with the car as I kept screaming. My screaming stopped the moment the wolf jumped into Dominic’s arms, licking his face. It was the same reaction dogs give to their owner when they return home. I looked ahead and saw other little wolves, playing in the background. But I almost fainted when I saw some of them shapeshifting. I turned to face Dominic who had dropped the wolf in his arms on the ground. He gave me the look that said, ‘I told you.’ I shook my head slowly, saying ‘This can’t be real,’ in my mind.As if he could read my mind, he shook his head slowly, following my action, ‘It is real.’ I interpreted his head shaking that way. I stepped further away from him. Why would he bring me into the wolves’ den? He ought to have left me in the woods. “I know you exist now. So, can I go back home?” I asked, hoping he could sense the nervousness in my voice. “Come with me,” he didn't even wait for my response before he started walking towards a house that had a sign

Lila's POV My arm was covering my face, and I already considered myself dead or badly injured. I heard bones breaking, but they weren’t my bones, so I dropped my arm to see. There were two men, throwing punches at the man who was about to attack me—they kept punching until he fell to the ground; dead or passed out, I didn’t care. I rose to my feet and took careful steps towards them, afraid they might jump at me the way the man on the ground did. I was about 2 meters away from them, so I bowed my head a bit, “Thank you for helping me out.” I said, rubbing the arm I fell on. I didn’t get any response from them, instead, the eyes of the man with the jet black hair and hazel eyes were fixed on me, while the other man with the well-trimmed brown hair kept exchanging glances between me and the other man. Honestly, if I were to judge their appearance, I’d say they must be walking models. I’ve never seen men as good-looking as they were. “I said thank you,” I waved my right hand in fron

Lila’s POVIt was a regular day at work as usual; attended to patients when needed, avoid familiarity with my colleagues, talked when I was required to, and avoided unnecessary drama. That’s how I live, so you could say my life was an ordinary one. But deep down in my ordinary life lies traumas, hidden from the world—pains buried deep within my soul. I opened the door to my house, hoping my mother would be in a calm state as she was always in a different mood each day, due to her manic depression. I didn’t see her in the living room, so I went straight to my room first so I could change and take a shower first. At least I won’t have to deal with seeing her face after all the work I did today. I noticed the drawer in the right corner of my room was slightly open. I’ve been living with OCD for almost half of my life, so I’d never leave my drawer open like that. I walked closer to it and took a peek inside, only to discover that my piggy box was gone. My heart started racing, and I cou