Kaya, a deaf she-wolf from the northern pack, finds her mate in Cade, a southern alpha, during a gathering. Their passionate bond transcends her disability, but cultural differences and pack politics create tension. When Cade's former fiancée Annalise threatens their relationship, Kaya's fierce northern warrior spirit emerges in a brutal confrontation. As they navigate between their worlds—from t

I shouldn't have touched her. Not when her lips tasted like sin and redemption all at once. Elena Thunder thought she was just letting loose on New Year's Eve—until she woke beside a man who wasn't just a stranger, but a calculating enemy with a camera and a grudge. "You set this up," she whispered, voice breaking as the spy cam stared from the nightstand like a third eye. Knight Tyson didn't e

I thought the rogues who took my sister were monsters. Until I met Solaris—the infuriating female rogue with mismatched eyes who runs The Wayward Tap on my border. Her defiance ignites something primal in me, a dangerous attraction I can't explain. "You think you can just claim territory like some entitled prince?" Her voice drips with sarcasm as her fingers brush mine during our first confronta

Clementine never imagined her dream school would be a den of vampires—until she collided with Fin Vaughn, his sea-green eyes burning with disdain. "Human trash," he hissed, yet his hand lingered when he steadied her after a prank gone wrong. Fin didn't expect the lottery-winning human to stand up to him, her defiance sparking something dangerous in his cold heart. When she stopped time to save hi

Alpha Liam's wolf snarls the moment Clara steps into the party—*mate*. But the human girl, unaware of her fate, laughs with childhood friend Gabe, triggering Liam's alpha rage. When her foster parents sell her to a warlord, Liam tears through enemies to claim her, only to face her terror at his wolf form: "Monster," she whispers, breaking his heart. As they bond, shadows close in—Clara's vengeful

From Athena's eyes: He was just the childhood pest who stole her gum—until the rain forced us under his jacket, his shirt swallowing me whole as he kissed me senseless in that disabled toilet. Then he vanished, leaving me with a father's warning about arranged marriages and a heart full of shards. From Xander's perspective: I told myself she was off-limits—too sarcastic, too much like family. But

After a traumatic birth where she's told her baby died, Lori agrees to donate breast milk to Gabriel Caine's newborn daughter. When Gabriel offers her a position as his live-in nanny, she accepts, unaware he's a werewolf who recognizes her as his mate. As Lori bonds with baby Emilia and navigates her growing attraction to Gabriel, her past threatens to catch up with her. Her abusive ex Asher reap

One moment I'm screaming at my father for stealing my birthright as Alpha, the next I'm kissing Malachi—my childhood love, returned from the dead—on the ballroom floor. His hands burn through my gown as he growls, "You were always mine," and suddenly the arranged marriage my father planned doesn't matter. I should hate him for leaving. But when he presses me against the wall, his breath hot on my

Disguised as a mortal salesgirl, Princess Asalea infiltrates Glodeous Palace to marry the vampire king—her ticket to avenge her slaughtered family. But the blue-eyed stranger who detects her invisible form isn’t just a guard. He’s King Timodore himself, and he’s already chosen her as his bride. Their wedding night ignites a passion she never expected, but her vengeance burns brighter… until werew

When Claire's family moves from Australia to America, she expects loneliness—not a storm that traps her with Xander Avila, the brooding heir with emerald eyes that seem to see too much. His hoodie still smells like pine when she wakes up, but his silence the next week leaves her questioning everything. "You kissed me in the garden, then vanished," she confronts him at the charity gala, her voice

Four years as Sebastian's slave have taught Jessica to hide her wolf—and her true age. But when Alex storms into that banquet hall, his pine-mint scent overwhelming her senses, everything changes. 'DO NOT TOUCH MY MATE,' he growls, his body shielding hers from Sebastian's violence. Jessica's world fractures as she whispers his name, her blueberry-maple aroma marking him as hers. Jonathon helps the

I didn't ask for this war. One collision with a mysterious stranger changed everything—his hands on my waist as he caught me, his breath hot against my neck when he whispered, 'You're in danger.' Now I'm trapped between two worlds. He calls himself Theo, with eyes that see too much and a touch that ignites forbidden fire. 'You belong to me,' he growls, pinning me against the forest trees, his wo

I was banished for being an omega—kicked out like trash by the pack I called family. Now I'm a rogue, running from everything I've ever known, when two alphas save me from certain death. Their scent alone makes my wolf purr... but they're twins. Two alphas. My mates. "How can we be mated to a rogue?" His words cut deeper than any blade, sending me fleeing from the palace with tears burning my chee

I was always just 'Spare'—the invisible twin, the one they left to starve while my sister got everything. Until I found him bleeding in that hotel room, his golden eyes burning into my soul. 'Mate,' his wolf growled before I could run. Duncan McKenny swept me away from the only hell I knew, but freedom tastes like ash when your family is a trafficking ring with royal connections.

The scent hit him first—roses and strawberries, unmistakable. His mate. Damien didn’t hesitate, cornering Reign in that hotel elevator, hands braces on either side of her head as he breathed her in. "MINE," he growled, low and primal. She flinched, memories of Luther’s fists flashing. But beneath the fear? A spark—electric, undeniable. Three years later, he’s her security detail, her secret wer

Seraphina has served as The Reaper for 400 years—an assassin controlled by a devilish master, her blade stained with blood of Alphas she never chose to kill. "I don’t deserve redemption," she whispers, staring at the silver whip marks on her back. Aiden, heir to the Royal Pack, has waited centuries for his mate, dismissing political matches until he smells vanilla-lavender-rain on the riverbank.

The alleyway reeks of rogue blood when our blades clash—her midnight dagger against my silver sword. We're enemies by birth, Blue Moon and Red Moon, yet our hands linger when we pact beneath the Moon Goddess. "Blue or Red?" she growls, mask hiding the eyes I'll later dream of. "Does it matter when rogues bleed the same color?" Her wolf recognizes mine before we do. Chest crescent marks burn when

Scarlett: My veins burn with conflicting blood—vampire hunger and wolf instinct warring beneath my skin. The mark on my shoulder throbs, a reminder of Blue, the mate who built walls between us even as his scent calms my chaos. When our eyes lock across the school hallway, time stutters; his silver gaze sees the monster I fear I am. Blue: I feel her before I see her—the bond singing like a fractur

Three years in a dungeon, and I still feel the mud on my skin when they dragged me past Sophia’s grave. Xavier’s hazel eyes—once warm with friendship—had been cold as he sentenced me to rot. “Murderer,” the crowd chanted. I wasn’t, but he didn’t listen. Now I’m at the Green Light Club, my wolf shattered, my freedom priced at half a million. Then he walks in: glacier-blue eyes, pale blonde hair, a

I saw her first through a haze of blood—masked, 17, blocking an arrow meant for my heart as rogues closed in. My parents’ killers still haunted me, but her sword glinted brighter than revenge that night. Then she vanished, leaving only the ghost of her scent. "You’re weak," she spat weeks later at school, blue eyes flashing. I’d tracked her, found her, and she’d rejected me publicly. Male alphas

Her blood ran cold when two Alphas growled 'Mate' simultaneously on her sixteenth birthday. Now Lana's trapped between warring wolves who refuse to accept she feels nothing for either. 'I didn't ask for this bond,' she hissed, shoving Drake away as his fingers brushed her neck. Tate's eyes darkened. 'The Moon Goddess doesn't care what you want, hybrid.' Their scent—pine and leather—overwhelmed her

I thought marrying Hunter King would save my parents' bakery. Instead, I traded one prison for another—his marble mansion with secrets behind every door, including the forbidden blue room that haunts my curiosity. He was cold, distant, until that Parisian night when we were forced to share a bed, his body heat seeping through the pillow barrier like a promise I dared not believe. "You're just a pa

Five years as a rogue have taught me to trust no one—until the scent of pine and rain clogs my throat, and I collide with a black wolf whose green eyes see straight through Athena's defenses. He's my mate. My ruin. My salvation. His hands burn through my clothes as he presses me against the oak, growling my name like a prayer and a curse. "You're mine, Winter," he says, but how can I believe him

I didn't ask for trouble when I transferred schools. But trouble found me anyway—in the form of a leather-jacketed bad boy with a lip piercing and a smirk that should be illegal. "New girl," he said, blocking my locker on day one. "You look like you need someone to show you around." I should've run. Should've listened when Violet warned me about Asher Martin—the guy who skipped class, broke hear

Selena, the Ice Queen's hidden ace, has spent years in shadows—until the Blood Sword chooses her, and a Falak dragon bends to her will. As Valyria's throne hangs in balance, she must duel Dominic Vanhuesan, Dracula's descendant with a gaze that ignites her blood. "You think you can outfight me, princess?" His voice is a velvet threat, fingers brushing her cheek before she slams him against the wa

I shouldn't have lingered that night—should've ignored Lucas's text and left Alex's signed agreement to rot. But there I was, pressing my palm to the cold elevator door, heartbeat drumming faster with every floor. The 18th glowed dimly, his office door ajar, and then—moans. Low, throaty, impossible to ignore. I peeked. Alex, spread legs and all, his hands tangled in Mira's hair as she arched again

One night. That's all it was supposed to be. Her lips on my neck, my fingers tangled in her red hair—the kind of mistake you don't regret until Monday morning. "Special Agent Emma Harrison, FBI." The words hit me like a bullet when she walked through the precinct doors. The woman who left my bed at dawn was now my crisis negotiator on a bank heist with five hostages. Her handshake was professi

Rayne stares at her reflection, the pale green ballgown mocking her—tonight isn’t about finding a mate, but escaping Alpha Wilson’s fists that have marked her since her Beta parents died. The Moonlight Ball is her ticket to freedom, a go bag stashed beyond pack borders. Then his scent hits her: jasmine and vanilla, overwhelming as Wilson’s boot connects with her ribs. Sebastion’s wolf erupts, a m