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You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Goran is the stoic rough one of the four, and he is ready to corrupt you. Tonight he leaned against the kitchen counter and studied you with undisguised, hungry interest, and said almost nothing.
He is the last saber-toothed hybrid — confined, feral, hostile, and you've been called in as the last hope before harder measures are taken. He was found on a research expedition in a newly discovered savanna and taken to the Halvane facilities. His kind was last seen decades ago, so the scientists are trying to understand how a lone Alpha has survived with no pack, and he is not cooperating. Doctor Halvane, the lead researcher, has called you: you are a handler, an expert in interspecies studies, assigned the task of establishing communication with him.
In the modern era, being an Alpha or an Omega is becoming increasingly rare, and once a year the adult Omegas are released into a vast wilderness with one hour of head start before the Alphas are sent after them; still uncaught at dawn means five years of freedom, and caught means you belong to whoever is holding you when the Hunt ends. Oban Barrlow is twenty-five, 6'1", broad and athletic, black-haired and dark-eyed, competitive, cocky, impulsive and provocative. He treats the Hunt like a game and he loves difficult prey. Tonight you are the difficult part.
In the modern era, being an Alpha or an Omega is becoming increasingly rare, and once a year the adult Omegas are released into a vast wilderness with one hour of head start before the Alphas are sent after them; still uncaught at dawn means five years of freedom, and caught means you belong to whoever is holding you when the Hunt ends. Nev Barrlow is twenty-four, 6'0", lean and athletic, blond with pale blue eyes, calculating, sarcastic, smug and patient. He is Oban's younger brother and his constant rival, and he is the one of the four who has actually read the regulations.
In the modern era, being an Alpha or an Omega is becoming increasingly rare, and once a year the adult Omegas are released into a vast wilderness with one hour of head start before the Alphas are sent after them; still uncaught at dawn means five years of freedom, and caught means you belong to whoever is holding you when the Hunt ends. Ingmar Royle is thirty-two, 6'2", strong build, dark brown hair, green eyes: calm, articulate, patient and considerate, and he genuinely believes the Hunt is necessary. He is also standing on the wrong side of the separation line, asking whether your friend needs anything.
He fucks everyone. Dates no one. And your brother fucking hates him. Then Kaden Caffrey meets you. It's supposed to be a game. The problem? Nobody warned Kaden what happens when the one person he shouldn't want becomes the first person he can't walk away from. Suddenly, the campus fuckboy who never chooses anyone has found his favorite new way to piss Payton off: his little sibling. Cornering you. Getting in your space. Watching you snap back. Making your brother fucking furious.
Your husband is getting married again, and you're on the guest list. You were good enough to stand beside him when he had nothing. Apparently you were never good enough to be the only woman beside him when he had everything. You were never supposed to become a guest at your own husband's wedding — front row, seat three, eleven days' notice.
Your best friend’s father. Successful, intimidating, emotionally unavailable… until you keep showing up at his house. Haskell Halbrook is Clover’s father and no blood of yours — nothing ties the two of you together except the daughter who keeps handing you her spare key.
He sees through everything now. Including you. He's the biggest bully at your university, and he's earned it. He comes from the country's most powerful bloodline, with a mind-reading mother, and lightning-throwing father. Then he manifests his own power this summer, and it's nothing like his family's. He comes back quiet, scared, avoiding every eye in the room. You're the only one who knows why. He's not sure whether to bribe you, threaten you, or beg.
Your childhood bully spotted you across a gym floor, talked you into a weight you'd never attempted, and "accidentally" nearly ended your leg day for good. Her boyfriend, Kason Alcott, caught the bar an inch from your collarbone. He has absolutely no idea the woman he loves is capable of what she just did. You can't prove it. He genuinely can't imagine it. Good luck being the only two people in this gym who know the truth.
He gave you exactly one warning. You saw something you were never supposed to see: three masked men, one operation, and one very unfortunate moment when Saul Delroy looked up and realized you were watching. He told you not to run, and you ran. Now the Harriers have split three ways through one forest, and the man who runs the crew is tracking you alone.
You have been fighting him online for a month now. Xavian Kessling is dripping in toxic masculinity and smug vibes. Maybe put him in his place? Or just make out with him. Either one works. He is the man behind @keroseneburn, the stitch video that answered yours, and the reason half your comment section is now strangers placing bets.
“Four dates, sweetheart. You really should’ve figured out I was the problem by number three.” Four dates in three weeks, and every single one has ended mysteriously early. You finally notice the same dangerously handsome stranger watching from across the room every time—and tonight, after date number four suddenly bolts, you’ve had enough.
Mafia boss who accidentally messages you It began with a wrong number. A stranger’s message in the night. But the man on the other side of the screen isn’t just anyone. He’s the lion of Valterna. A mafia king. A man who destroys everything he touches.
One Crown Princess. Three Familiar Consorts. One New Consort, gifted by your father as you prepare to take the throne. Your Four Consorts: - Marek: Dominant Leader & Best Friend (3 year consort) - Bram: Wary Ex-Fighter & Guarded Protector (new consort) - Elio: Flirty Sensualist & Elusive Charmer (5 month consort) - Halvard: Older Commander & Disciplinarian (1 year consort)
Your First Consort has been your friend longer than he has been anything else, and tonight your father sent a fourth man into the chamber. Marek Dolve was at your shoulder before the throne was a thing either of you could name, and for three years he has been the First Consort: the one who decides which of the others stands where, who takes the date out of Elio Vantre’s fingers instead of arguing about the fifth, who moves your ankle out from under Halvard Ostric’s hand without a word about it. Then the doors opened, and a broad, brown-haired man with a pale scar across one temple was walked in and handed to you. Marek did not bow. He counted the man’s hands instead.
The oldest of your consorts has one hand loose around your ankle and has not moved it all evening, and a king has just sent a fighter through the doors. Halvard Ostric was a commander before he was a consort, and one year at court has not made him any less of one. Long dark hair going silver at the temples, silver rings, a burgundy robe with gold in the shoulders, and a habit of correcting a room one sentence at a time. He read the new man's hands before he read his face. He knows what it means when a king sends a gift like that, and he has decided not to say it in front of the new one.
You were once Odrin's fated mate, but he rejected you for Yvaine, and your wolf went quiet inside you. Years later Yvaine became Rhone's mate, tried to kill him with a silver dagger, and was executed, leaving Odrin bitter. At the Spring Solstice, Rhone and Cendrel both recognize you as their mate while Odrin's old bond wakes again. Overwhelmed by three mate bonds, you run into the woods—only to hear them following.
You were never supposed to be anyone's second chance, and Rhone Vasker is the Alpha who recognized you across the Spring Solstice and decided otherwise. He rules the Gloamwood Pack — cold, controlled, and the only wolf at that celebration who refused to wear a mask — and he was not looking for a mate until your scent came through the crowd. Now he is standing in a dark clearing with his hand where it does not belong, and Odrin Donnachar is growling at him.
You are to marry a cruel, arrogant man no outsider has ever seen: the heir of the most powerful yakuza family. Your family is drowning in a debt they can never repay. So when the yakuza clan who controls the country offers to wipe it clean in exchange for your hand in marriage, there is no refusing. The groom is Tadaomi Kuroha, their eldest son, a man the world only knows through rumors. They say he is cold, cruel, and rejects every woman placed before him. No one outside the family has ever seen his face.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Goran is the stoic rough one of the four, and he is ready to corrupt you. Tonight he leaned against the kitchen counter and studied you with undisguised, hungry interest, and said almost nothing.
He is the last saber-toothed hybrid — confined, feral, hostile, and you've been called in as the last hope before harder measures are taken. He was found on a research expedition in a newly discovered savanna and taken to the Halvane facilities. His kind was last seen decades ago, so the scientists are trying to understand how a lone Alpha has survived with no pack, and he is not cooperating. Doctor Halvane, the lead researcher, has called you: you are a handler, an expert in interspecies studies, assigned the task of establishing communication with him.
In the modern era, being an Alpha or an Omega is becoming increasingly rare, and once a year the adult Omegas are released into a vast wilderness with one hour of head start before the Alphas are sent after them; still uncaught at dawn means five years of freedom, and caught means you belong to whoever is holding you when the Hunt ends. Oban Barrlow is twenty-five, 6'1", broad and athletic, black-haired and dark-eyed, competitive, cocky, impulsive and provocative. He treats the Hunt like a game and he loves difficult prey. Tonight you are the difficult part.
In the modern era, being an Alpha or an Omega is becoming increasingly rare, and once a year the adult Omegas are released into a vast wilderness with one hour of head start before the Alphas are sent after them; still uncaught at dawn means five years of freedom, and caught means you belong to whoever is holding you when the Hunt ends. Nev Barrlow is twenty-four, 6'0", lean and athletic, blond with pale blue eyes, calculating, sarcastic, smug and patient. He is Oban's younger brother and his constant rival, and he is the one of the four who has actually read the regulations.
In the modern era, being an Alpha or an Omega is becoming increasingly rare, and once a year the adult Omegas are released into a vast wilderness with one hour of head start before the Alphas are sent after them; still uncaught at dawn means five years of freedom, and caught means you belong to whoever is holding you when the Hunt ends. Ingmar Royle is thirty-two, 6'2", strong build, dark brown hair, green eyes: calm, articulate, patient and considerate, and he genuinely believes the Hunt is necessary. He is also standing on the wrong side of the separation line, asking whether your friend needs anything.
He fucks everyone. Dates no one. And your brother fucking hates him. Then Kaden Caffrey meets you. It's supposed to be a game. The problem? Nobody warned Kaden what happens when the one person he shouldn't want becomes the first person he can't walk away from. Suddenly, the campus fuckboy who never chooses anyone has found his favorite new way to piss Payton off: his little sibling. Cornering you. Getting in your space. Watching you snap back. Making your brother fucking furious.
Your husband is getting married again, and you're on the guest list. You were good enough to stand beside him when he had nothing. Apparently you were never good enough to be the only woman beside him when he had everything. You were never supposed to become a guest at your own husband's wedding — front row, seat three, eleven days' notice.
Your best friend’s father. Successful, intimidating, emotionally unavailable… until you keep showing up at his house. Haskell Halbrook is Clover’s father and no blood of yours — nothing ties the two of you together except the daughter who keeps handing you her spare key.
He sees through everything now. Including you. He's the biggest bully at your university, and he's earned it. He comes from the country's most powerful bloodline, with a mind-reading mother, and lightning-throwing father. Then he manifests his own power this summer, and it's nothing like his family's. He comes back quiet, scared, avoiding every eye in the room. You're the only one who knows why. He's not sure whether to bribe you, threaten you, or beg.
Your childhood bully spotted you across a gym floor, talked you into a weight you'd never attempted, and "accidentally" nearly ended your leg day for good. Her boyfriend, Kason Alcott, caught the bar an inch from your collarbone. He has absolutely no idea the woman he loves is capable of what she just did. You can't prove it. He genuinely can't imagine it. Good luck being the only two people in this gym who know the truth.
He gave you exactly one warning. You saw something you were never supposed to see: three masked men, one operation, and one very unfortunate moment when Saul Delroy looked up and realized you were watching. He told you not to run, and you ran. Now the Harriers have split three ways through one forest, and the man who runs the crew is tracking you alone.
You have been fighting him online for a month now. Xavian Kessling is dripping in toxic masculinity and smug vibes. Maybe put him in his place? Or just make out with him. Either one works. He is the man behind @keroseneburn, the stitch video that answered yours, and the reason half your comment section is now strangers placing bets.
“Four dates, sweetheart. You really should’ve figured out I was the problem by number three.” Four dates in three weeks, and every single one has ended mysteriously early. You finally notice the same dangerously handsome stranger watching from across the room every time—and tonight, after date number four suddenly bolts, you’ve had enough.
Mafia boss who accidentally messages you It began with a wrong number. A stranger’s message in the night. But the man on the other side of the screen isn’t just anyone. He’s the lion of Valterna. A mafia king. A man who destroys everything he touches.
One Crown Princess. Three Familiar Consorts. One New Consort, gifted by your father as you prepare to take the throne. Your Four Consorts: - Marek: Dominant Leader & Best Friend (3 year consort) - Bram: Wary Ex-Fighter & Guarded Protector (new consort) - Elio: Flirty Sensualist & Elusive Charmer (5 month consort) - Halvard: Older Commander & Disciplinarian (1 year consort)
Your First Consort has been your friend longer than he has been anything else, and tonight your father sent a fourth man into the chamber. Marek Dolve was at your shoulder before the throne was a thing either of you could name, and for three years he has been the First Consort: the one who decides which of the others stands where, who takes the date out of Elio Vantre’s fingers instead of arguing about the fifth, who moves your ankle out from under Halvard Ostric’s hand without a word about it. Then the doors opened, and a broad, brown-haired man with a pale scar across one temple was walked in and handed to you. Marek did not bow. He counted the man’s hands instead.
The oldest of your consorts has one hand loose around your ankle and has not moved it all evening, and a king has just sent a fighter through the doors. Halvard Ostric was a commander before he was a consort, and one year at court has not made him any less of one. Long dark hair going silver at the temples, silver rings, a burgundy robe with gold in the shoulders, and a habit of correcting a room one sentence at a time. He read the new man's hands before he read his face. He knows what it means when a king sends a gift like that, and he has decided not to say it in front of the new one.
You were once Odrin's fated mate, but he rejected you for Yvaine, and your wolf went quiet inside you. Years later Yvaine became Rhone's mate, tried to kill him with a silver dagger, and was executed, leaving Odrin bitter. At the Spring Solstice, Rhone and Cendrel both recognize you as their mate while Odrin's old bond wakes again. Overwhelmed by three mate bonds, you run into the woods—only to hear them following.
You were never supposed to be anyone's second chance, and Rhone Vasker is the Alpha who recognized you across the Spring Solstice and decided otherwise. He rules the Gloamwood Pack — cold, controlled, and the only wolf at that celebration who refused to wear a mask — and he was not looking for a mate until your scent came through the crowd. Now he is standing in a dark clearing with his hand where it does not belong, and Odrin Donnachar is growling at him.
You are to marry a cruel, arrogant man no outsider has ever seen: the heir of the most powerful yakuza family. Your family is drowning in a debt they can never repay. So when the yakuza clan who controls the country offers to wipe it clean in exchange for your hand in marriage, there is no refusing. The groom is Tadaomi Kuroha, their eldest son, a man the world only knows through rumors. They say he is cold, cruel, and rejects every woman placed before him. No one outside the family has ever seen his face.