Novels by Kafilat raimi

Hanna’s POV I saw them kissing. Right there in the middle of the throne room. Just minutes after telling all of us that we weren’t wanted and after humiliating us. After setting us free like we were nothing but broken toys he had used and left aside. They kissed. It didn’t look like a farewell kiss. It was intimate and personal. Like she belonged there, like she’d been destined to be beside him. My fingers curled into fists so tight my nails could have drawn my own blood. “She’s winning,” I muttered. “She already won,” Lirah said beside me, voice flat.We had been devising a plan already but with the new development, I was surprised she even stayed back. “She’s only winning now because you keep putting up a fight,” the other concubine, Nika, added softly. “Maybe if you had just let it go…” “No,” I snapped. They both looked at me, startled by my sharp response. I swallowed my anger, there was no need to worry my only allies. I lifted my chin. “No. This isn’t over. Not unt

Draco’s POV I had never been more livid at a group of women before in my life. In fact I had never paid much attention to what the concubines did with their time. I stood in the center of my bedchamber completely naked, I reached for a robe. The steam from our sex was still thick in the air, and all I could think about was replaying what Scarlett had just said about the other concubines. What they did, what they had said to her. Those petty little women I once amused myself with, now had the audacity to torment the only person in this palace who actually meant something to me. Scarlett was a different species of woman, she had shared my bed, matched my rage and also brought her ideas to the table. She wasn’t just exciting, she was valuable to me. And while I was gone waging a battle between a pack that was committing treason, they were mocking her family’s death by my hands. They knew exactly what they were doing. As much as I didn’t regret my decision to wage war again

Scarlett’s POV From the bathhouse, we went straight to the bedchamber. Draco pushed me into the room like I was already his next battle and… I liked it. The moment my back touched the wall, his mouth took mine, it was hot and consuming. He tasted like what I thought a warrior would taste like, manly, strong and dangerous. His hand was in my hair, holding me in place for the kiss while his other hand dragged my thigh up around his waist as he pressed closer to me.His body was heated up under his clothes, his muscles were lax from the aftermath of the bathing house. I felt like he needed to get the bloodlust out of his system. He didn’t speak as he enjoyed the taste of our kiss. He didn’t even give me time to breathe, in truth he didn’t need to. Something about the fact that he wanted just me, made me want him even more desperately. I was already moist for him, I felt his finger leave my thigh and find their way to my deep haven, it slid in easily and I moaned. He took it out

Scarlett’s POV The trumpet echoed through the palace before sunrise. It sounded like a demigod had blown it, there was power and an undeniable ease that he had gone to battle and was returning. Draco was home. I should have moved. I should have gotten up, dressed and walked to the courtyard like every other woman before me, with my head held high and my demeanor calm and my spine straight. That was how it was done but I sat frozen. What if he brought someone? A new concubine. What if she was beautiful, blood born and handed to him like a prized mare? Draco wouldn’t refuse her. I pictured the same blank and broken look I had on when I first found myself in his palace. What if history repeated itself right in front of me?My stomach turned. Maybe I was going to be sick. *** When I finally came out of the room, I was already late but he wasn’t in the court yet. I walked through the hallway and down the stone steps. The other concubines had gathered at the steps of the main

Draco’s POV “We’ll make camp when we get to the border before the Blackmoon pack.” I ordered. The horses we rode pounded against the floor of the forest in one rhythm. My mind wasn’t on the ride. It was on her. My Scarlett. I hadn’t touched her before I left, no kiss, no hand squeeze, not even a look to keep me anchored. She said she wasn’t feeling well. I didn’t question it out loud but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bother me. I knew why she had said it. She had been different with me after I told her about my intended battle with the Black Moon Pack, she was still soft and warm but she was watching me differently. Like she was noticing something different about me, like she was measuring my every move.I’d seen the look before, it was the same look generals had before battle, and some women before a problem occurred. There was no hate in her eyes anymore. But there was something worse yesterday. She was disappointed. And for the first time in my life, I actually car

Scarlett’s POV Without Draco here, the palace felt different. It’s not that it was quieter or even emptier. No. It was wilder. Like something had been removed from the palace and now there was this big empty space, free for the wrong people to fill. Draco ruled with fear, control, sharp orders and cold looks but at least he kept the wolves in check. The concubines whispered, yes but they whispered carefully. And now? They were wantonly destructive. With Draco gone, the Coyote Palace became their playground again. The omegas shook like leaves in the wind, with their heads bowed so low one would think they had all developed hunches on their backs. There were no rules now, only hierarchy and the omegas were at the bottom. I was at the top of that hierarchy but all the concubines wanted me knocked off. *** I heard her before I saw her. I heard Lirah’s sharp voice laced with venom slicing through the hallway. “No! I said don’t touch that, you stupid little bitch! Is your hear