Novels by Author Nita

(Michael POV)The door creaked, and I stepped inside into the darkened room. The air inside was dead, heavy with an unspoken tension that hit me like a wall. Samara sat on the edge of the bed, her golden hair a tangled halo around her face, her blue eyes dull and distant as they stared at nothing. The tray of food on the side table remained untouched, its contents cold and unappetizing.A sharp pang twisted in my chest but was quickly swallowed by frustration. Why wouldn't she eat? I crossed the room, my jaw clenched, my footsteps deliberate."Samara," I said, my voice sharp. "Why haven't you eaten?"She didn't respond. No flinch, no glance in my direction; it was like I didn't exist.Her defiance sent something in me snapping, something darker. My voice hardened, "I asked you a question.”Still, nothing. She sat there, her shoulders stiff and her gaze resolute as if determined to ignore me until I disappeared.I could feel my temper flaring, my Lycan stirring restlessly beneath the s

(Alpha Michael POV)The moment the blood of Samara touched my lips, I knew I was doomed.The warm, metallic taste spread across my tongue, and a surge of strength suddenly coursed through my veins. It was instant, more powerful than anything Scarlet's potions or spells had ever managed. My Lycan, the beast I kept caged within me, growled in satisfaction as if her blood was the very elixir it had been craving.But it was far more than that, more even than just survival. The second my lips brushed her skin, even under the pretense of necessity, something animalistic snapped inside me. I wanted more than just of her blood but of her.I looked away, my tongue rasping against the inside of my lips as if it would scour away the ache. It wouldn't. The flavor lingered on, with the image of her keen eyes burning into mine in defiance, in hate.She hated me and I couldn't blame her.I closed my eyes, falling back in my chair, and my mind wandered to the first time I saw her.She had come to the

Samara's POVI came awake to scuffling heavy boots against the ground, arms clamped behind my back and a heavy rough bag over my head. I kicked against them, my heart racing crazily in my chest."Let me go!" I shouted muffled and hoarse. "Who are you? What do you want?”They didn't answer, their hold instead just tightening as they pulled me along. The scent of pine and earth grew weak, replaced by the chill, sterile air of stone walls. A door creaked, and the sound of its slam behind us resounded across the wide expanse.Suddenly, the bag was snatched off my head.I blinked hard against the harsh light; my vision finally focused. And when it did, my blood ran cold.Before me stood Michael, his silver eyes locked with mine, filled with authority and something darker, something dangerous. He was every inch the Supreme Alpha, commanding, unyielding.“You,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. My mind was racing, trying to piece together what was happening. “Why am I here? What is going

(Samara Pov)The house was quiet, oppressively so. I had returned only a few minutes ago, yet the quiet felt choking, wrapping itself around me like an unsolicited embrace. Having taken a quick bath, I stood before the mirror, my hair damp and clinging to my shoulders. The reflection staring back at me seemed foreign, a stranger inhabiting my skin.My gaze fell to my neck. The scars had long since faded, but my skin there was smooth and unblemished now. Still, I could feel the ghost of his bite, the burning pain that had sent me screaming, the savage sink of his teeth with feral hunger.My fingers stroked the skin there, and a shiver danced down my spine. My eyes closed as memory came with an immediacy that belied months.His lips.Almost unconsciously, my fingers worked their way to my mouth to trace the seam of my bottom lip. His kiss had come out of nowhere, scorching, and yet on my soul it left a stain. In my chest, at the memory of it, heat flowered, and I knew my cheeks colored.

(Samara POV)I don't belong here.The thought drummed in my head as I stood outside the tall doors of the grand hall of the Sky Bridge pack. My hands shook at my sides, the rough weave of my cloak chafing against my fingertips. I'm just a gardener, a nobody. I don't belong in this world of power and danger. Yet here I was, pulled by a force I couldn't explain, an invisible string pulling me to him.Michael.His voice had been no more than the haunting whisper in my head, low and commanding and tugging at my soul, which wasn't new. For today, however, to hear it was to disobey impossible. "Come to me," it had said trickling down my spine.I’d been alone for so long, surviving on the meager income my flower shop provided. Gardening was my escape, my sanctuary from the harsh reality of my life. But even that had been disrupted when the voice of the Supreme Alpha invaded my thoughts. I’d tried to resist, but resistance was futile.I took a deep breath and pushed the heavy doors open. It w