Novels by Lexi loom

Aurora’s POVThe knock at the door jolted me out of the calm I’d just found. I froze, heart pounding in my chest. The room felt colder somehow, the air thick with anticipation. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, and yet, here it was again—the feeling that I was constantly being watched.I hesitated, staring at the door, my hand still hovering over my phone screen from the call with Valeria. My breath came out in shaky bursts. What if it was him? Daemon? Or maybe someone else, someone working for him, checking in on me?I forced myself to breathe and slowly stood up from the bed. The heavy silence of the suite felt oppressive as I approached the door, each step echoing louder than the last in the vast, still room.Taking a deep breath, I reached for the doorknob. The cool metal pressed against my palm, and for a moment, I just stood there. What was I even expecting? Daemon was always so unpredictable. This wasn’t a normal situation. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control, and

Aurora’s POVThe moment the door shut behind me, I felt the weight of everything settle on my shoulders. The reality of my situation pressed down like an iron cage, trapping me in a life I hadn’t chosen. My fingers itched to do something—anything—to ground myself.Then, it hit me.Valeria.If there was one person who could pull me back from the edge of insanity, it was her.I grabbed my phone from my purse and quickly tapped on her contact, pressing the video call button. It rang twice before the screen lit up with her face, framed by a messy bun and oversized glasses."Aurora Sinclair," she drawled, squinting at me. "You better have a damn good reason for calling me this late. I was about to start my post-midnight snack ritual."I let out a breathy laugh, tension loosening in my chest. "Val, it’s barely eleven.""Exactly. Prime snacking hour." She waved a spoon in front of the screen before shoving a mouthful of ice cream into her mouth. "Now spill. Where are you? That doesn’t look l

Aurora’s POVThe drive to the Reynolds estate stretched on longer than I expected. The farther we went, the more isolated the surroundings became, until the city faded into the distance, replaced by towering trees and vast, empty land. The estate was designed to intimidate—just like the man I was about to marry.When the sleek black gates finally opened, my breath caught. The mansion loomed ahead, a masterpiece of architecture, all sharp angles and cold perfection. It wasn’t a home. It was a fortress.The car rolled to a stop, and before I could gather myself, the driver stepped out and pulled open my door. I hesitated for a second before stepping onto the stone driveway, the cool evening air brushing against my skin.The front doors swung open before I even reached them. A tall, composed man in a black suit stood in the entrance. His face was unreadable, his presence just as calculated as everything else about this place.“Miss Sinclair,” he greeted, his tone neutral. “I’m Henry, Mr.

Daemon’s POVI walked through the dimly lit corridors of the mansion, my body aching from the fight, but my mind sharper than ever. Every step I took brought me closer to the one person I loathed to face—Bryan Reynolds.My father wasn’t a man who tolerated failure, weakness, or defiance. He was ruthless in business, relentless in control, and utterly devoid of human warmth. If he wanted to see me at this hour, it wasn’t for small talk.The study doors loomed ahead, massive and intimidating, but I didn’t hesitate. Pushing them open, I stepped inside, meeting the cold gaze of the man who had shaped me into who I was.Bryan sat behind his mahogany desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his suit immaculate as always. The dim lighting cast shadows on his sharp features, making him look even more calculating.“Daemon.” His voice was smooth, indifferent, like he hadn’t just summoned me in the middle of the night. “You took your time.”I shrugged, ignoring the sting in my muscles. “I was busy.

Daemon’s POVThe sting in my knuckles hadn’t faded, but it wasn’t enough. The rage still pulsed through me like an untamed wildfire, spreading through every vein, burning me from the inside out. I needed more—more pain, more release.The underground training room smelled of sweat and blood, the perfect place to drown out the suffocating frustration tightening around my throat. The dim lighting cast long shadows on the walls, adding to the eerie solitude of my sanctuary. This was where I let go, where I didn't have to maintain the calculated control the world expected from me.I tore off my gloves, flexing my fingers as I turned to Ronan, who stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. He had been with me long enough to know when I needed this—when I needed him to hit back.“You’re not done yet?” he asked, his voice carrying the slightest hint of amusement.I scoffed. “Do I look done to you?” I rolled my shoulders, the tension still coiled tight beneath my skin. “Ge

Daemon’s POVThe moment I stepped into my house, I felt suffocated.The walls of the Reynolds estate, massive and luxurious, felt like a gilded cage, closing in around me. I ripped off my tie, tossing it onto the marble floor before shrugging off my jacket. My fingers moved to the buttons of my shirt, loosening them as I made my way down the private elevator to the underground level.The doors slid open with a low chime, revealing the dimly lit training area. This was the one place where I could shut off the noise, the expectations, the weight of everything that came with my name.Ronan was already waiting, standing near the boxing ring with his arms crossed over his chest. He was dressed in black athletic gear, his massive frame a stark contrast to the sleek surroundings. The faint hum of music played from the overhead speakers, but it barely registered.Ronan raised an eyebrow as he watched me enter. “You look like you’re ready to kill someone.”I stepped onto the mat, stretching my