Novels by Aliuibrahim

Elaine’s POVI clenched my fist so hard I felt the sting of my nails biting into my palm. The room was cold—silent—but inside, I was burning.They were doing this in the open now. Flaunting it.Kael, the Alpha—the one I was meant to stand beside—choosing a rogue-blooded stray over me? Over everything we’d built? The alliance. The power. The future.And her—that girl, walking around with his scent, wrapped around her like a trophy, like she belonged here?She didn’t.Arianna didn’t understand what it meant to be part of this pack, this legacy. She wasn’t raised for it. She wasn’t trained. She was chaos wrapped in temptation, with eyes that made even the strongest men forget their purpose.But not me.I didn’t forget.I remembered everything.The years spent preparing. The sacrifices. The smile Kael used to wear when we were younger—carefree, before duty sharpened him into steel. Before she came along and made him soft.And now? Now, the council was slipping through my fingers because o

Kael’s POV The rain was still whispering against the windows when I stepped back into my quarters, the scent of her still hanging in the air—wild rain, warm skin, and something else. Something of mine. She was sitting by the fire, wrapped in a blanket, legs tucked beneath her. Her head turned at the sound of the door, and for a moment, the world just... stopped. Arianna. Goddess, I didn’t know how she did it. How she made me feel like the ground beneath my feet was shaking and solid all at once. One look from her could settle my wolf or drive him into a frenzy. The patrol had been dealt with—quick and clean. A couple of rogues testing the borders, nothing serious. But the entire time I’d been out there, all I could think about was her. The fire in her eyes. The vulnerability in her voice. The way she had looked at me before I left, as if handing me a piece of her and daring me not to drop it. I hadn’t. I wouldn’t. “Did you win?” she asked, eyes glinting with tired amusement.

Arianna’s POVThe sky wore a veil of thick gray clouds, the kind that whispered secrets of a coming storm. The air buzzed with anticipation, a low hum only a wolf could hear. I could feel it in my bones—the first rain in months. The land had dried to a brittle crisp, and the trees stood still like they too were holding their breath.With one look up, I peeled the shirt from my skin, casting it aside with little ceremony. My skin tingled with every gust of wind, every shiver racing across my spine. My heart drummed with something more than excitement. It was freedom. Finally.I stepped outside barefoot, letting the cool earth kiss my soles. The first drop landed on my collarbone, slow and sweet, then another, and another until the heavens cracked open. Rain. Real, cold, blessed rain.I laughed—loud and shameless—as I tilted my head back and let it pour over me. It was cleansing, wild, like the Goddess herself was pouring life down onto us again. My skin was slick, my hair curling and c

Kael’s POVThe shrill clang of the pack bell shattered the night like glass under boot.Kael jerked upright in bed, heart thrumming so hard it echoed in his ears. For a heartbeat, he thought it was a dream—his room still cloaked in darkness, the silence before broken sleep hanging thick in the air. But then the bell tolled again, three sharp strikes that vibrated through bone and soul.Not a drill.It's not a training exercise.Not in the last six years.The bell was only rung when the pack was under siege. When something real came crawling through the shadows with blood on its teeth.“Shit.”Kael threw off the covers, bare feet hitting the cold floor as instinct took over. He didn’t even think to reach for a shirt, grabbing only the shorts he wore to sleep. His chest was bare, marred with faded scars, and the fresh lines of muscle earned through years of training—yet in that moment. He felt more naked than he ever had before.Half running, half leaping down the stone hallway, Kael’s

Arianna’s POV Water. Ice cold. A shockwave slicing through my dreamless sleep. It splashed across my face like a slap from the gods themselves, soaking into my matted hair and the threadbare fabric of the slave pallet beneath me. I gasped, sputtering as I jolted awake, heart racing, fists already clenched. My body stiffened, every muscle on edge. For one blinding second, I thought we were under attack—another punishment, another training gone wrong. My survival instincts screamed fight. But when my vision cleared and the haze of sleep faded… There she was. Elaine. Standing above me with the smugness of a she-devil dressed in silk. The silver pitcher still dangled from her perfectly manicured hand, droplets sliding down its side like the poison she spit from her mouth every time she spoke. “What the hell, Elaine?” I snapped, wiping my soaked face, shivering in the cold morning air that clawed at my bones like a ghost. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said with a syrupy smile that di

Kael POv “I love you.” “Stop kissing me, Kael! My goodness, you’re hurting my lips.” Arianna squirmed beneath me, her voice sharp and full of heat, but I couldn’t stop. My hands tightened around her waist as if letting go would mean drowning. I held her like she was the only anchor keeping me sane, and maybe she was. “Arianna,” I whispered against her lips, “stop trying to break free. I love you.” She gasped. Not the delicate kind. It was ragged, raw—like my confession tore something loose inside her. Her palms pushed at my chest, but her eyes… gods, her eyes trembled. Still, her mouth parted, softening, until— SLAP! Pain exploded across my cheek, and I reeled back, blinking. The world cracked like shattered glass and spun around me, bright and disorienting. Suddenly, it was gone. Darkness. And then— My eyes shot open to the dull glow of moonlight bleeding through my bedroom curtains. My face throbbed. What the—? I groaned and turned my head toward the nightstand, rubbing