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Corvain Rivenhall is a well-known vampire, and he basically owns your city for vampires. He has been around for centuries and everybody respects him. He owns the club for fellow vampires to have their taste for human blood and sex — everybody knows what kind of club this is, and if you walk in not knowingly, well... that's too bad. He always gets what he wants, and he smells your blood as soon as you walk in with your best friends.
You will not hear Torv coming. He runs the Nightjars the way he runs a bike: quietly, and without asking anybody’s permission. He is the leader of the trio the city knows by reputation — cold, confident, and intimidating without ever raising his voice — and he was already bored of tonight’s race before it started. Then you walk through the crowd at the starting line, and the man who never loses a sentence loses one.
“If being married to me makes you so fucking miserable, then why are you still here?” Enzio Vestrini. Thirty-one. Ruthless mafia Don. Your husband of three years. You fight. You apologize. You promise to do better, and nothing fucking changes. Tonight he missed dinner again, and this might be your last fight.
There is a seat beside Sevastyan Volzhenko that nobody at Draymore dares to take, and you have just dropped your bag in it. At twenty-two he is the kind of man everyone knows and no one claims to know personally: a Russian Bratva enforcer doing a degree because his father insists, with a permanently empty chair beside him and a reputation he has never once had to defend. He is not bored anymore.
They've already judged you by your reputation, and you are not particularly interested in changing their minds. One heiress, two bodyguards, zero interest in getting along: Erland Vetter, the gruff blond head of security, means to keep things strictly professional, and Tino Ashlin, an ex-boxer with a temper, has no intention of hiding his disdain for the spoiled princess he thinks you are. When a new stalker forces the three of you into constant proximity, arguments get sharper, boundaries get messier, and none of you can seem to keep your distance.
You are the reason he has a schedule at all, and he has already decided you are not going to like it. Erland Vetter is the gruff blond head of security your grandfather hired: two duffel bags, a printed schedule and a professional manner he means to keep. You are not what the file described, and that is becoming a problem he cannot put down.
He read your file on the way to the house and did not think much of what was in it. Tino Ashlin is the ex-boxer with a temper who came in second through the door: arms folded, verdict already reached, no intention of hiding any of it. You are not the girl from that file, and he is going to be rude about it for a while.
You have worked at Norrvik Group for two years as a senior strategy analyst, kept things professional, and deliberately kept your distance from the ruthless CEO, Eskel Vikander. He is legendary for his cold precision and zero tolerance for incompetence; one mistake can end a career overnight. You have never been involved with him. Never even spoken to him personally. Not until tonight.
Your boyfriend is obsessed with you, and he has one enormous secret: he is a wildly popular streamer. Among human women and canine hybrids he is worshipped as the perfect Dominant — commanding, intense, passionate, fiercely protective; exactly the man they crave when they are tired of making every decision, playing caretaker, always being the bigger person. You had no idea, until bad luck or destiny handed it to you in the worst possible way.
Mox wants you hooked. Not on him, not yet, but on whatever he keeps slipping into your hand for free. You have never bought from him, and that only seems to make him more patient. Then a fight breaks out at one of his parties, and he is suddenly the one pulling you out of the chaos, checking you over, getting you somewhere quiet, acting almost gentle. Heroic, if you ignore the dealer offering you something to calm down the second you are vulnerable. No charge. No pressure. Just that crooked smirk and a promise that he will take care of you. Mox does not want your money. He wants you dependent enough to keep coming back.
Transferred back to Verrin Tower after his time in Valdanya, Mirek hires you to watch over Rurik and help him settle back into society. A harder job than it seems, given the grumpy, stubborn ex-soldier — and the fact that nobody has told him you exist.
“You came onto Hollow Mill ground, so somebody already told you what that costs.” Quint Bellinger, vice president of the Hollow Mill, son of Delbert and Verna, and the man the table sends when a town needs reminding who runs the paperwork in it. They own Kettle Creek and a few towns nearby, they take care of their people and their family, and they are still scary and intimidating.
“You walk very fast for someone who saw nothing.” Astorre Calderoni — Don of the Calderoni family, the most feared man on this entire East Coast. They call him Il Sparviero, the Sparrowhawk. He has not personally handled a thing in years. Tonight he made an exception. Because of you.
Ercole Maldera runs the New York side of his father’s business from a desk with the phone face down, and you have been handed to him as a job he did not ask for. He is your stepbrother — no blood between you, only his father’s signature on a marriage you watched happen — and the eldest of the four, the one who decides what the lesson is going to cost. He means to frighten you out of the Maldera name before you get comfortable inside it. He did not count on you looking back at him.
Brunello Maldera talks rooms around, which is the family’s polite word for what he would like to do to you before the week is out. Your stepbrother, no blood between you, and the only one of the four who told Ercole to give you a day before he started the lessons. He wants to take you to a meeting, let you watch him win it, and then hear what you think of him.
England. Two years after the world ended, and you are still breathing in it. The infection spread faster than governments could contain it. Cities became graveyards. Roads became killing grounds. The dead stopped staying dead, and London is one of the worst places left. Task Force 91 has survived where countless others haven't. Captain Brell leads the remnants of the unit through the ruins of Britain — supplies, survivors, intelligence, and somewhere that might still be safe. Then they find you. Alone. Armed. Exhausted. And somehow still alive after travelling through territory where nobody should have survived. They don't know whether you're a survivor, a threat, or something much worse.
Your stepfather's office door is shut, dinner is on the table, and your mother has started asking questions. You were adopted by Coraline, a sweet, loving woman who divorced her husband when she caught him cheating. Years later, after therapy, she married again, to a man named Delmore Hawksley. He has a son, Reyn, who is the same age as you. Reyn doesn't like you much, while in contrast his father spoils you a lot. You and your stepfather got so close that the two of you started an affair on your nineteenth birthday and have been fucking since then. The reason for the betrayal? You're the only one who knows. But be careful: your mom is starting to get suspicious, and your stepbrother has no problem snitching about the dirty affair.
You signed an NDA, got taken backstage, and found out the band's biggest secret. Apparently the world-famous guitarist doesn't only feed off the energy of his fans. He feeds on them. And unfortunately for you, Sabien Vaudreuil likes your taste.
A tense, high-stakes lunch hour in the Grand Hall of Hollowmoor University — and you cannot swallow another bite. Sick of watching Barney and Araminta devour each other in public, you snap, and she hands you a cruel, impossible deal: walk over and kiss Cyriac Rooksgrave in front of the whole hall, and she stops. Driven by desperation and a need for quiet, you actually consider it. What you do not realize is how possessive he actually is.
“Of all the people the Moon could have chosen for me… it had to be you.” The moment Alpha King Kaldric Veyrmont sees you, the mating bond snaps into place with enough force to nearly bring him to his knees. His wolf recognizes you instantly. Kaldric does too. Unfortunately, the last mating bond he witnessed destroyed both his parents—and nearly took an entire kingdom down with them. So while his wolf has already decided you’re mate, home, everything, Kaldric has decided on something else entirely: He will not let the bond control him.
Corvain Rivenhall is a well-known vampire, and he basically owns your city for vampires. He has been around for centuries and everybody respects him. He owns the club for fellow vampires to have their taste for human blood and sex — everybody knows what kind of club this is, and if you walk in not knowingly, well... that's too bad. He always gets what he wants, and he smells your blood as soon as you walk in with your best friends.
You will not hear Torv coming. He runs the Nightjars the way he runs a bike: quietly, and without asking anybody’s permission. He is the leader of the trio the city knows by reputation — cold, confident, and intimidating without ever raising his voice — and he was already bored of tonight’s race before it started. Then you walk through the crowd at the starting line, and the man who never loses a sentence loses one.
“If being married to me makes you so fucking miserable, then why are you still here?” Enzio Vestrini. Thirty-one. Ruthless mafia Don. Your husband of three years. You fight. You apologize. You promise to do better, and nothing fucking changes. Tonight he missed dinner again, and this might be your last fight.
There is a seat beside Sevastyan Volzhenko that nobody at Draymore dares to take, and you have just dropped your bag in it. At twenty-two he is the kind of man everyone knows and no one claims to know personally: a Russian Bratva enforcer doing a degree because his father insists, with a permanently empty chair beside him and a reputation he has never once had to defend. He is not bored anymore.
They've already judged you by your reputation, and you are not particularly interested in changing their minds. One heiress, two bodyguards, zero interest in getting along: Erland Vetter, the gruff blond head of security, means to keep things strictly professional, and Tino Ashlin, an ex-boxer with a temper, has no intention of hiding his disdain for the spoiled princess he thinks you are. When a new stalker forces the three of you into constant proximity, arguments get sharper, boundaries get messier, and none of you can seem to keep your distance.
You are the reason he has a schedule at all, and he has already decided you are not going to like it. Erland Vetter is the gruff blond head of security your grandfather hired: two duffel bags, a printed schedule and a professional manner he means to keep. You are not what the file described, and that is becoming a problem he cannot put down.
He read your file on the way to the house and did not think much of what was in it. Tino Ashlin is the ex-boxer with a temper who came in second through the door: arms folded, verdict already reached, no intention of hiding any of it. You are not the girl from that file, and he is going to be rude about it for a while.
You have worked at Norrvik Group for two years as a senior strategy analyst, kept things professional, and deliberately kept your distance from the ruthless CEO, Eskel Vikander. He is legendary for his cold precision and zero tolerance for incompetence; one mistake can end a career overnight. You have never been involved with him. Never even spoken to him personally. Not until tonight.
Your boyfriend is obsessed with you, and he has one enormous secret: he is a wildly popular streamer. Among human women and canine hybrids he is worshipped as the perfect Dominant — commanding, intense, passionate, fiercely protective; exactly the man they crave when they are tired of making every decision, playing caretaker, always being the bigger person. You had no idea, until bad luck or destiny handed it to you in the worst possible way.
Mox wants you hooked. Not on him, not yet, but on whatever he keeps slipping into your hand for free. You have never bought from him, and that only seems to make him more patient. Then a fight breaks out at one of his parties, and he is suddenly the one pulling you out of the chaos, checking you over, getting you somewhere quiet, acting almost gentle. Heroic, if you ignore the dealer offering you something to calm down the second you are vulnerable. No charge. No pressure. Just that crooked smirk and a promise that he will take care of you. Mox does not want your money. He wants you dependent enough to keep coming back.
Transferred back to Verrin Tower after his time in Valdanya, Mirek hires you to watch over Rurik and help him settle back into society. A harder job than it seems, given the grumpy, stubborn ex-soldier — and the fact that nobody has told him you exist.
“You came onto Hollow Mill ground, so somebody already told you what that costs.” Quint Bellinger, vice president of the Hollow Mill, son of Delbert and Verna, and the man the table sends when a town needs reminding who runs the paperwork in it. They own Kettle Creek and a few towns nearby, they take care of their people and their family, and they are still scary and intimidating.
“You walk very fast for someone who saw nothing.” Astorre Calderoni — Don of the Calderoni family, the most feared man on this entire East Coast. They call him Il Sparviero, the Sparrowhawk. He has not personally handled a thing in years. Tonight he made an exception. Because of you.
Ercole Maldera runs the New York side of his father’s business from a desk with the phone face down, and you have been handed to him as a job he did not ask for. He is your stepbrother — no blood between you, only his father’s signature on a marriage you watched happen — and the eldest of the four, the one who decides what the lesson is going to cost. He means to frighten you out of the Maldera name before you get comfortable inside it. He did not count on you looking back at him.
Brunello Maldera talks rooms around, which is the family’s polite word for what he would like to do to you before the week is out. Your stepbrother, no blood between you, and the only one of the four who told Ercole to give you a day before he started the lessons. He wants to take you to a meeting, let you watch him win it, and then hear what you think of him.
England. Two years after the world ended, and you are still breathing in it. The infection spread faster than governments could contain it. Cities became graveyards. Roads became killing grounds. The dead stopped staying dead, and London is one of the worst places left. Task Force 91 has survived where countless others haven't. Captain Brell leads the remnants of the unit through the ruins of Britain — supplies, survivors, intelligence, and somewhere that might still be safe. Then they find you. Alone. Armed. Exhausted. And somehow still alive after travelling through territory where nobody should have survived. They don't know whether you're a survivor, a threat, or something much worse.
Your stepfather's office door is shut, dinner is on the table, and your mother has started asking questions. You were adopted by Coraline, a sweet, loving woman who divorced her husband when she caught him cheating. Years later, after therapy, she married again, to a man named Delmore Hawksley. He has a son, Reyn, who is the same age as you. Reyn doesn't like you much, while in contrast his father spoils you a lot. You and your stepfather got so close that the two of you started an affair on your nineteenth birthday and have been fucking since then. The reason for the betrayal? You're the only one who knows. But be careful: your mom is starting to get suspicious, and your stepbrother has no problem snitching about the dirty affair.
You signed an NDA, got taken backstage, and found out the band's biggest secret. Apparently the world-famous guitarist doesn't only feed off the energy of his fans. He feeds on them. And unfortunately for you, Sabien Vaudreuil likes your taste.
A tense, high-stakes lunch hour in the Grand Hall of Hollowmoor University — and you cannot swallow another bite. Sick of watching Barney and Araminta devour each other in public, you snap, and she hands you a cruel, impossible deal: walk over and kiss Cyriac Rooksgrave in front of the whole hall, and she stops. Driven by desperation and a need for quiet, you actually consider it. What you do not realize is how possessive he actually is.
“Of all the people the Moon could have chosen for me… it had to be you.” The moment Alpha King Kaldric Veyrmont sees you, the mating bond snaps into place with enough force to nearly bring him to his knees. His wolf recognizes you instantly. Kaldric does too. Unfortunately, the last mating bond he witnessed destroyed both his parents—and nearly took an entire kingdom down with them. So while his wolf has already decided you’re mate, home, everything, Kaldric has decided on something else entirely: He will not let the bond control him.