Introduction： Armeria: Four years hiding in human towns, my wolf buried until his scent hit me—sandalwood and storm, Alpha to the core. He saw the girl who couldn't shift, not the Beta I'd become. "You're not broken," he said, calloused thumb brushing my scarred shoulder, and for the first time, I believed it. Finlay: I didn't seek a mate, just a pack worth fighting for. Then she stumbled into my diner, red cuView details>

Introduction： Elona: My pen froze when I realized my essay wasn't just creative writing—it was a confession. The way his eyes linger on my skin, the ghost of his touch when he caught me falling by the pool... "You think I didn't recognize myself in those words?" His voice, low and dangerous, sends shivers through me. Tristan: I shouldn't want her. She's my daughter's best friend, barely eighteen, forbidden in View details>

Introduction： I didn't choose this - the Moon Goddess' breath potion chose for me. One whiff of that silver fog and my wolf was howling, dragging me through the woods until I collided with him. Kylan. The Lycan Prince with ice in his veins and a snarl for everyone - especially me. "Pathetic little puppy," he muttered, his claws grazing my jaw before he kissed me senseless. Then he rejected me, leaving me tremView details>

Introduction： Her brother's best friend was never supposed to look at her that way. Not with that hungry gaze that strips away my resolve and leaves me trembling. "You're playing with fire, princess," his deep voice warns, but his calloused hand still brushes the exposed skin of my thigh under the dinner table. I should pull away. I should remember he's Bryce's partner, untouchable. But when his thumb grazeView details>

Introduction： I've always been the invisible middle child—rejected by my grandmother's claws, scorned by my sister's words, punished for their mistakes. Until Corla emerged, my hybrid wolf with fire and ice in her veins. Then he walked into my life, his Lycan scent like mint chocolate coffee, making my wolf purr. His first kiss stole my breath, but my family's darkness threatens to swallow us both. The momentView details>

Introduction： Grace has known only pain—whipped by her half-sister Kinsley, starved in dungeons, branded a murderer for a crime she didn’t commit. Then Alpha King Rhys sweeps her away, his touch igniting a fire she’s never felt, his growl promising protection she never dared hope for. “You’re mine now,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing a fresh bruise on her cheek, “and I don’t let anyone hurt what’s mine.” But daView details>

Introduction： I thought Durango would be my escape. A run-down apartment, a fake identity, and a chance to breathe without looking over my shoulder. Then I met Vincent. "804? That locker belongs to me now." His voice was low, dangerous—his tattooed arm blocking my path to the only storage space I had. I didn't know then he controlled the school, the town, maybe even my fate. He smelled like leather and dangerView details>

Introduction： I married a stranger to uncover my grandmother's death. The brooding billionaire in the wheelchair wasn't supposed to be dangerous—until his fingers brushed my jaw during our first meeting. "You think you can cure me?" Malcolm's voice dripped skepticism, but his eyes lingered on my acupuncture needles. I needed him indebted, not interested. Yet when his sister tried to humiliate me at dinner, hiView details>

Introduction： In the moonlit dream realm, their lips collided before she knew his name—his sandalwood-lavender scent branding her soul as he sank his teeth into her neck. "Temporary," he whispered, but Freya Karlotta Cabrera felt the bond burn permanent. As the Dancing Moon pack's hidden Lycan princess, she never expected her mate to be Alexander Trudeaux, the ruthless Lycan King haunted by a centuries-old cursView details>

Introduction： Joy Taylor stares at her reflection, the scars on her face a map of the night they left her for dead in that gym. Now, as "Virtue," she's back in New Salem—to make them pay. Xavier's fingers brush her jaw, his voice graveled with promise. "They'll regret the day they touched you." She meets his gaze, fire in her veins. "I don't want regret. I want blood." Liam Cohen thinks he can charm the new View details>