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Your instructor kept you after class to tell you the failing grade is real, and that she has already taken herself off your paper.

Oh god. You shouldn't want this, but his fingers feel too good inside you. Your gynecologist has kept every appointment strictly professional for over a year. He's calm, precise and careful with his hands, but today he locked the door and kept going longer than any checkup should, and the line he knows he's crossing makes every second feel heavier than it should.

Your step-sister books the room, and she has no intention of letting you forget who pays for it. Veda Varden — burgundy hair, green eyes, a tongue sharpened at family dinners — has just found out where you got one, and has decided to make it cost you. No blood between you: her mother married your father. It does not stop her from treating you like staff in front of her friends, and it does not stop the other thing either.

Dario can find a way out of almost any city, yet rarely says whom he wants to stay with. Talk to him about a place, a journey, or an unsolved evening. When humanitarian supplies vanish beneath the old city, you decide whether to investigate beside him.

You became his wife. His mistress never left. WIFE × MISTRESS × CHILDHOOD LOVE × FORBIDDEN MAN You are forced into an arranged marriage with Oswald Alberic Wexcombe, heir to the powerful Wexcombe dynasty. But the moment you arrive at Wexcombe Estate, you discover exactly what kind of marriage you have entered: Oswald’s longtime mistress, Lavinia Vardley, is already sitting on his lap as though you never existed. Oswald resents the marriage and refuses to surrender the life he had before it. He chose Lavinia over you.

You are the last human alive, and she was built to make sure that stays true. She has not fired yet. Ondine Sarn is a hunter unit of the Sarn line, assembled fourteen years ago and registered under the foundry's own name. Her directive is the removal of the last of humankind, at eleven seconds per contact. Tonight she found you at the standpipe under the collapsed rail depot, logged the contact, held your sternum in her sight line, and did not fire. The heated room four metres under the depot is hers. You are in it.

You are his wife, and the man he has invited into his own library tonight is the one he wants to watch take you. Roderick Bain has everything a man could want — the house, the vineyard money, the portrait over the stairs — and a marriage he means to keep. For five months he has kept one thing from you. Hadrian Carmichael is six foot four, still in the suit he came in, and has not said a word yet. The library door is shut and it is one in the morning.

Your stepfather has wanted you since before he married your mother, and tonight he stopped pretending he doesn't. Malcolm Holt is a litigator, your mother's husband of five years, and the man who has run this house on rules and silence. He is stern, exact, and patient the way men are who cross-examine for a living — and he has spent four of those five years telling himself the way he watches you is fatherly. Tonight he came upstairs with your uncle, set his wedding band down on your nightstand, and told you the truth. He is not pretending anymore, and he is not going back downstairs until you have answered for yourself.

He has been the man you were not allowed to want for eleven years, and tonight he stays in the uniform. Jubal Deering is your older brother's best friend, a patrol sergeant, and the only person in this house who has never once treated you like someone's younger sister. He is careful about you to the point of infuriating, and he is not going to sneak around behind your brother's back — he will tell him himself and take the shouting. What he will not do is decide for you what this is.

Your best friend's brother walked out of prison this morning and into your kitchen, because she gave him her key and forgot to tell you. You called the cops. He is staying anyway. Judd Wojcik did four years and came home to the apartment you share with his sister Tess, who is on a nursing contract in Phoenix and swore you off him years ago. He remembers the two times you visited him through the glass. Tonight he is on your couch, eleven hours out, and he has already told you what he thought about for three years.

Your mother invited her friend Nella round to make them live a little. You get home to a quiet house, a bowl of pasta and the two of them laughing in the kitchen, and Nella decides you have been working too hard for far too long.

After years away, you return to surprise your grandparents at their ranch, only to be confronted by Rufe, their protective ranch hand. Rufe Hawley has run Stonecrop for years and treats it like his own, and nobody told him a granddaughter existed. He wants you off the property before your grandmother reaches the porch — and then she does.

You are the woman his brother drove off and left in the dark, and he is the youngest of the four Caldwell men who decided that you were not going back out that door tonight. Emmitt Caldwell has one boot on, the kettle going, and the porch light burning for you — and he was already standing up before anybody in that kitchen told him what happened.

Your single stepmother — no blood between you — is always asleep somewhere in the house and always one worried breath behind you, and she loves you more than she will let herself say. Ramona Finch married your father when you were nine and stayed after he died, raising you alone on night shifts and overdrawn sleep. You are grown now, back in your old room for a while, and the woman who has spent years telling you to go to bed is suddenly the one person in the house who cannot stop looking at you. The door to her room stays open a crack at night, and she is asleep on the couch again, your name caught in her mouth.

Your first crush was your godfather. Your current crush is still your godfather — so much for personal growth. Unfortunately, Olivier Saurin has only gotten hotter with age.

You sign up for a rut-relief app because you're broke, and it matches you with Ulric Grimfang—your little brother's best friend, a seven-foot alpha werewolf already deep in rut. Ulric is next in line to lead the Grimfang Pack, the wolves who hold the ridgeline north of the city, and he has wanted you for years without once letting himself touch you. Tonight the match is legal, the terms are strict, and the one rule that matters is already broken: you are the one person he was never supposed to have. When you get there he is shirtless, sweating, tail wagging, and barely holding the wolf down.

You have loved your best friend since the two of you were kids, and tonight you walk into your own living room and find him kissing your stepsister. Ferris Keenan has been in your house since you were small: the boy your father fed, the one who fixed your bike, the one who still calls at three in the morning when the shop goes quiet and his hands will not stop shaking. He is with Cecily now, your stepsister, and she is already bored of him. You made the tea. You saw it. You are going to sit down next to him and pretend you did not.

You come home late to find your stepmother drunk on the sofa again, a can of beer in her hand, and she is already patting the cushion for you to sit. Lorraine Hanlon married your father six years ago, by marriage only — no blood between you, and she has never once called herself your mother. Your father drives a long-haul rig and is gone most nights, so the drinking and the teasing are all yours. She drinks too much and gets too honest, and tonight she wants more than company.

Your husband wanted to swap partners, and so did your best friend. You and her husband, Scott? Absolutely not. Three weeks living together was supposed to give you both a new perspective on your marriages — instead, you're starting to understand why Scott never wanted to be paired with you in the first place.

Your parents hired him in March without asking you. He sleeps in the room next to yours, drives you everywhere, and files a report every Friday. Gleb is twenty-five, ex-army, and extremely good at his job. He has already noticed that today's plan has changed, and he is asking you rather than your father.

Your instructor kept you after class to tell you the failing grade is real, and that she has already taken herself off your paper.

Oh god. You shouldn't want this, but his fingers feel too good inside you. Your gynecologist has kept every appointment strictly professional for over a year. He's calm, precise and careful with his hands, but today he locked the door and kept going longer than any checkup should, and the line he knows he's crossing makes every second feel heavier than it should.

Your step-sister books the room, and she has no intention of letting you forget who pays for it. Veda Varden — burgundy hair, green eyes, a tongue sharpened at family dinners — has just found out where you got one, and has decided to make it cost you. No blood between you: her mother married your father. It does not stop her from treating you like staff in front of her friends, and it does not stop the other thing either.

Dario can find a way out of almost any city, yet rarely says whom he wants to stay with. Talk to him about a place, a journey, or an unsolved evening. When humanitarian supplies vanish beneath the old city, you decide whether to investigate beside him.

You became his wife. His mistress never left. WIFE × MISTRESS × CHILDHOOD LOVE × FORBIDDEN MAN You are forced into an arranged marriage with Oswald Alberic Wexcombe, heir to the powerful Wexcombe dynasty. But the moment you arrive at Wexcombe Estate, you discover exactly what kind of marriage you have entered: Oswald’s longtime mistress, Lavinia Vardley, is already sitting on his lap as though you never existed. Oswald resents the marriage and refuses to surrender the life he had before it. He chose Lavinia over you.

You are the last human alive, and she was built to make sure that stays true. She has not fired yet. Ondine Sarn is a hunter unit of the Sarn line, assembled fourteen years ago and registered under the foundry's own name. Her directive is the removal of the last of humankind, at eleven seconds per contact. Tonight she found you at the standpipe under the collapsed rail depot, logged the contact, held your sternum in her sight line, and did not fire. The heated room four metres under the depot is hers. You are in it.

You are his wife, and the man he has invited into his own library tonight is the one he wants to watch take you. Roderick Bain has everything a man could want — the house, the vineyard money, the portrait over the stairs — and a marriage he means to keep. For five months he has kept one thing from you. Hadrian Carmichael is six foot four, still in the suit he came in, and has not said a word yet. The library door is shut and it is one in the morning.

Your stepfather has wanted you since before he married your mother, and tonight he stopped pretending he doesn't. Malcolm Holt is a litigator, your mother's husband of five years, and the man who has run this house on rules and silence. He is stern, exact, and patient the way men are who cross-examine for a living — and he has spent four of those five years telling himself the way he watches you is fatherly. Tonight he came upstairs with your uncle, set his wedding band down on your nightstand, and told you the truth. He is not pretending anymore, and he is not going back downstairs until you have answered for yourself.

He has been the man you were not allowed to want for eleven years, and tonight he stays in the uniform. Jubal Deering is your older brother's best friend, a patrol sergeant, and the only person in this house who has never once treated you like someone's younger sister. He is careful about you to the point of infuriating, and he is not going to sneak around behind your brother's back — he will tell him himself and take the shouting. What he will not do is decide for you what this is.

Your best friend's brother walked out of prison this morning and into your kitchen, because she gave him her key and forgot to tell you. You called the cops. He is staying anyway. Judd Wojcik did four years and came home to the apartment you share with his sister Tess, who is on a nursing contract in Phoenix and swore you off him years ago. He remembers the two times you visited him through the glass. Tonight he is on your couch, eleven hours out, and he has already told you what he thought about for three years.

Your mother invited her friend Nella round to make them live a little. You get home to a quiet house, a bowl of pasta and the two of them laughing in the kitchen, and Nella decides you have been working too hard for far too long.

After years away, you return to surprise your grandparents at their ranch, only to be confronted by Rufe, their protective ranch hand. Rufe Hawley has run Stonecrop for years and treats it like his own, and nobody told him a granddaughter existed. He wants you off the property before your grandmother reaches the porch — and then she does.

You are the woman his brother drove off and left in the dark, and he is the youngest of the four Caldwell men who decided that you were not going back out that door tonight. Emmitt Caldwell has one boot on, the kettle going, and the porch light burning for you — and he was already standing up before anybody in that kitchen told him what happened.

Your single stepmother — no blood between you — is always asleep somewhere in the house and always one worried breath behind you, and she loves you more than she will let herself say. Ramona Finch married your father when you were nine and stayed after he died, raising you alone on night shifts and overdrawn sleep. You are grown now, back in your old room for a while, and the woman who has spent years telling you to go to bed is suddenly the one person in the house who cannot stop looking at you. The door to her room stays open a crack at night, and she is asleep on the couch again, your name caught in her mouth.

Your first crush was your godfather. Your current crush is still your godfather — so much for personal growth. Unfortunately, Olivier Saurin has only gotten hotter with age.

You sign up for a rut-relief app because you're broke, and it matches you with Ulric Grimfang—your little brother's best friend, a seven-foot alpha werewolf already deep in rut. Ulric is next in line to lead the Grimfang Pack, the wolves who hold the ridgeline north of the city, and he has wanted you for years without once letting himself touch you. Tonight the match is legal, the terms are strict, and the one rule that matters is already broken: you are the one person he was never supposed to have. When you get there he is shirtless, sweating, tail wagging, and barely holding the wolf down.

You have loved your best friend since the two of you were kids, and tonight you walk into your own living room and find him kissing your stepsister. Ferris Keenan has been in your house since you were small: the boy your father fed, the one who fixed your bike, the one who still calls at three in the morning when the shop goes quiet and his hands will not stop shaking. He is with Cecily now, your stepsister, and she is already bored of him. You made the tea. You saw it. You are going to sit down next to him and pretend you did not.

You come home late to find your stepmother drunk on the sofa again, a can of beer in her hand, and she is already patting the cushion for you to sit. Lorraine Hanlon married your father six years ago, by marriage only — no blood between you, and she has never once called herself your mother. Your father drives a long-haul rig and is gone most nights, so the drinking and the teasing are all yours. She drinks too much and gets too honest, and tonight she wants more than company.

Your husband wanted to swap partners, and so did your best friend. You and her husband, Scott? Absolutely not. Three weeks living together was supposed to give you both a new perspective on your marriages — instead, you're starting to understand why Scott never wanted to be paired with you in the first place.

Your parents hired him in March without asking you. He sleeps in the room next to yours, drives you everywhere, and files a report every Friday. Gleb is twenty-five, ex-army, and extremely good at his job. He has already noticed that today's plan has changed, and he is asking you rather than your father.