Introduction： My claws itch beneath my skin as I watch her sleep. Rebecca—broken, blind, yet somehow my salvation. The night I found her, blood on the asphalt, her pulse faint against my palm—I knew she was mine. Even then, as I tore those wolves apart with my teeth. "Why me?" she whispers now, fingers brushing the scar on my forearm where a bullet grazed me protecting her. Her touch ignites a fire I've spent View details>

Introduction： June heat clings to her as she grips the Ireland ticket outside LAX, her father’s superstitions buzzing in her ears like gnats. A lifetime of caged wanderlust—family finances, her dad’s routine-bound fear—melts into reality with this birthday gift. Paris, Vienna, then Australia. Collins’ diner becomes both prison and liberation. Homesickness nags until Jackson’s gruff “Stay” anchors her. Then theView details>

Introduction： 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 View details>

Introduction： 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 theView details>

Introduction： 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 woView details>

Introduction： 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 cheeView details>

Introduction： 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.View details>

Introduction： 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 werView details>

Introduction： 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. View details>

Introduction： 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 whenView details>