Novels by Author Nita

Michael's POV Pity.That's what I felt for Natalie as she stood in the doorway with a tearstained face and more tears streaming down her face.But I stood rooted in spot. Samara tried wiggling out of my grip but my firm hold on her didn't let her.“Why?” Natalie asked amidst sobs.My lips couldn't part to speak the excuse my mind had come up with. I just kept staring at her.“Say something.” Natalie shouted. I felt Samara flinch in my arms and I held her tighter.Natalie went full on sobbing and ran off.“She didn't deserve that.” Samara whispered.“Don’t worry about her, she'd sort herself out.” he beamed. “The important thing is that you're here.” Samara tensed in my arms, unsure and hesitant. Her body was rigid, and I could sense her doubts. She wasn't convinced about us, or the force that kept pulling us back together despite our troubled past.I let out a slow breath, loosening my grip just enough for her to move if she wanted. She didn’t and relief washed over me. “Samara,”

Natalie’s POVThe staircase was cold beneath me, the glass tile steps pressing against my skin through the thin fabric of my nightgown. I hugged my knees to my chest, my shoulders shaking as I sobbed uncontrollably. I couldn’t hold them back anymore, not after the way Michael had looked at me tonight.Like he was disgusted, likeI was nothing.He pushed me out of his room with a cold, unmistakable rejection, without a word of explanation.Did I deserve it? Where did I go wrong with him? I clutched my chest, my heart pounding with a mix of pain and desperation. Why? Why did he treat me like this? He was supposed to be my mate or wasn’t he? That bond was supposed to mean something. It was supposed to be sacred.He had pushed me away like a stranger, his words cutting deep, making me feel like I meant nothing to him.Tears streamed down my face as I finally accepted the truth: Michael was gone for good. I'd clung to hope for so long, believing his distance was just a phase, but tonight f

Samara's POV I sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping my hands around myself as if that could hold myself together. The wind kept blowing the curtains, making them fly. Unrelated, but the action reminded me of him.Michael.I could still feel him—his hands gripping my waist, his lips nibbing over my skin, his breath mixing with mine as if we were meant to become one. I had wanted him. Needed him. And for a moment, I thought he felt the same. But then he pulled away.He stopped.He pushed me away like I was nothing, like what we had was nothing. tears flowed freely from my eyes as I remembered every single moment. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to suppress the shame I went through.How could I be so stupid?How could I let my guard down?How could I be so foolish?My chest was heavy making me unable to hold it in anymore. I needed to talk to someone before my thoughts consumed me whole. - - -Lucian sat by the fireplace, sharpening a dagger. The flames cast harsh shadows on his face

Alpha Michael's pov The silence was unbearable.I sat in my chamber, staring at the empty fireplace. Thinking about how I had pushed Samara away. Again.I told myself it was the right decision, that it was for her own good. That I was protecting her from myself. But I couldn't live with the guilt I felt from the pain I caused her. I could still taste her on my lips, still feel the warmth of her body against mine, feel her soft, pale legs around my waist.I clenched my fists. I never should have let things go that far. A kiss. Almost more than that. I had let my guard down.And for what? To remind myself of what I could never have?. Samara was too good for me. Her closeness to me was her putting herself in danger.A bitter scoff left my lips. It didn’t matter now. She was gone, just like I wanted. I should be happy but it was the opposite. Days had passed, and she still hadn't come around.But why did it feel like I was the one being punished?I had expected relief. Instead, all I fe

Unknown's PovI hid behind the bushes, just beneath the window of the throne room where I could eavesdrop on Samara and Alpha Michael's conversation.“Get out” Alpha Michael thundered. Samara flinched and had a look of hurt and anger as she had her fist balled beside her.I was grinning from ear to ear like a child who was offered candy because when she was leaving, that could be an opportunity for me to talk to her under the facade of consoling her.I looked into the room again to see a sobbing Samara run out of the throne room.I adjusted my clothes and headed for the gate, determined to catch Samara before she leaves. My heart, pounding with anticipation. This was my chance. Finally, I could talk to her, maybe even convince her to come with me.But fate had other plans.I turned the corner and collided with someone, landing hard on the stone path. I looked up, wincing in pain, and saw Samara.Our eyes met for a moment, hers distant and lost in thought. Then she ran away, disappea

Samara's POV I tossed and turned, my restless body searching for the most favourable condition to fall asleep but to no avail.Sleep never came.I spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, my mind replaying the moment I almost had with Michael. The way his breath had mingled with mine, the way his hand had cradled my face, and the way my lips had almost touched his. I had pulled back at the last second, fear overriding every other emotion.Now, regret claws at my chest.Why did I stop? Was it fear of Michael? No. If I’m being honest with myself, it’s her. Natalie.I don’t know much about her, but I’ve seen enough to know she’s fiercely possessive over Michael. I’ve seen the way she looks at him, like she would burn the entire world down if it meant keeping him. If she ever found out that I had almost kissed him… I don’t even want to think about it.But no matter how much fear grips me, it would never stop me from stepping into Sky Bridge territory again.Michael and I won’t ta