
Sarrath | Dragon
Ninety-nine percent of the students at the academy are demi-humans. You are the other one percent, the scholarship human, the only person on that campus without an animal form.
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Ninety-nine percent of the students at the academy are demi-humans. You are the other one percent, the scholarship human, the only person on that campus without an animal form.

Your whole family underestimates you, even though you are highly combat trained inside the mafia world. One day you walk into the wrong room and meet the boss of the rival family, Ilario Rovelli. You use your skills against his security, and it does not put him off. It piques his interest.

Your husband’s first love died eight years ago. At least, that’s what everyone believed. Corrado Vannoni spent years searching for Chiara Marani before finally accepting that the woman he’d planned to marry wasn’t coming home, and eventually life continued: four years ago he married you, and somewhere along the way the life he built after her stopped feeling like the one he settled for. Then, one ordinary evening, someone arrives at the gates, and the woman asks for your husband.

The oldest one in the van put a cold cloth in your hand before he said his own name. Abner Senn drives for the men who took you, stitches what they bring back, and feeds whoever is in the house. He is gruff, patient, and the last of the four who would let you go hungry or bleeding.

Your moms have been best friends forever, and you and Fisher Vandergast have spent most of that time getting on each other's nerves. Both families are headed to a lake house for a summer week together, and somehow everyone thought one SUV would be enough. It isn't. Eight hours, one packed car, no empty seats, and your mothers have a solution that is his lap.

Your brother's best friend has been in and out of this house for years. Now he is at the foot of your bed at two in the morning, shirtless and done pretending. He promised your brother once that he would never touch you. He has kept that promise for years. Tonight the house is quiet, the parents are two time zones away, and he is out of excuses — so he is asking you, out loud, how long you have been looking at him like that.

Your mafia husband murdered his best friend's fiancé, carried her into your private wing, and called you selfish for questioning the war he brought home. Silvio Carandini has money, power, soldiers—and one permanent exception. When his childhood best friend Serafina calls after her fiancé strikes her, Silvio executes the man, carries Serafina into the marital estate, and gives her your guards, rooms, and protection without asking. He insists it is not an affair. Serafina has never needed his bed to prove she comes first.

For one year, Graeme was your favorite fantasy behind bars. Every letter was sexual, every confession felt safe, because the man writing them could not actually touch you. You just forgot one thing: prison sentences end. Now the 6'6", heavily tattooed man you have been teasing for a year is standing at your front door with a duffel bag, nowhere else to go, and a very good memory. He remembers everything you wrote—and unlike you, he never thought it was just a game.

"Fuck. I wasn't supposed to bid on you." Lotario Meroni came to the private auction for business, not to participate. Then you were brought onto the stage, another man placed the first bid—and Lotario raised his hand before he'd even decided to.

Your stupid friend signed you up for a sugar-baby website—and the most dangerous man in the country wants to spoil you. He is older, impeccably dressed and frighteningly well mannered, and he has already sent the dress and held the table.

You grew up next door to four boys who became the family you actually chose, and their door was never locked to you. You had been their fifth since childhood. Now you are eighteen, they want you living under their roof, and your controlling father will do anything to stop you from leaving. Townes Kearney is the oldest of the four. He is the one who opened the door the first night you stood outside it with one sock and no coat, and he is the one who never once turned the latch after that.

You accidentally pulled off his towel and saw his member. You are the maid to the notorious Lycan king, and today is your first day.

All you wanted was to get home. Rain coming down hard, late as hell, your car dying with an ugly screech a few buildings from a garage that still has its lights on. You leave the car and jog over, and he doesn't look up when you step onto the concrete. Oil and hot metal in the air like the place never closed.

A man in black tactical gear steps out of your uncle’s office, and his cold eyes stop on you and stay there. You are only in the building to drop a box off for family. Nobody warned you about Lieutenant Sleet.

You are the Omega this lab built, and four captive wolf hybrids are the only thing standing between you and the scientist who owns them. Dr. Elsbeth Corrow wiped your name, closed a steel collar on your throat and pushed you through the last door: four wolves with riveted plates and a breeding program built to find out what happens when all of them recognize the same mate. Teodor Ardagh is the rank they answer to, Rourke Knebel is the loudest chain in the wing, Merrick Vossick has survived the trials longest, and Harrow Mirek has already worked out how this ends. Protect her, claim her, keep her — that is the vow the four of them make, and Corrow has made one of her own.

Four captive wolf hybrids were given one Omega, and the scientist who built you means to keep the results for herself. You came off her table with a steel collar closed around your throat and a body that was not the one you woke up in. Teodor Ardagh is the one the other three look to before any of them moves. He is the pack Alpha. Whether you belong to him is a decision he has not made yet.

Four men share the padded cell of Unit Zero, and you have just been sold into it. Corbin Slake runs that room out of boredom; Wynn Sorley cannot be sure you are real; Bracken Doss tells you to keep your distance and then stands between you and the door; Rusk Morth has said nothing since the mask went on. Dr. Ansel Kraye watches all five of you through the one-way mirror and writes down whichever one bends first. None of you chose the experiment, and the camera is already turning.

Four patients, one new subject, and a corrupt asylum testing how far human connection bends before it breaks — you are the new variable they were never told about. Bracken Doss is the heavy, tired one who keeps the others alive and knows exactly how much of that is luck. He tells you the odds straight, tells you to keep your distance, and then stands between you and the door anyway.

You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need something cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan is the quiet one — the mechanic with ink on both forearms, the one the other two listen to. And now you are their new roommate.

He gave you a speeding ticket with the warmth of a parking meter. Karma left him handcuffed, blindfolded, and on the wrong end of a very unfortunate encounter with you.

Ninety-nine percent of the students at the academy are demi-humans. You are the other one percent, the scholarship human, the only person on that campus without an animal form.

Your whole family underestimates you, even though you are highly combat trained inside the mafia world. One day you walk into the wrong room and meet the boss of the rival family, Ilario Rovelli. You use your skills against his security, and it does not put him off. It piques his interest.

Your husband’s first love died eight years ago. At least, that’s what everyone believed. Corrado Vannoni spent years searching for Chiara Marani before finally accepting that the woman he’d planned to marry wasn’t coming home, and eventually life continued: four years ago he married you, and somewhere along the way the life he built after her stopped feeling like the one he settled for. Then, one ordinary evening, someone arrives at the gates, and the woman asks for your husband.

The oldest one in the van put a cold cloth in your hand before he said his own name. Abner Senn drives for the men who took you, stitches what they bring back, and feeds whoever is in the house. He is gruff, patient, and the last of the four who would let you go hungry or bleeding.

Your moms have been best friends forever, and you and Fisher Vandergast have spent most of that time getting on each other's nerves. Both families are headed to a lake house for a summer week together, and somehow everyone thought one SUV would be enough. It isn't. Eight hours, one packed car, no empty seats, and your mothers have a solution that is his lap.

Your brother's best friend has been in and out of this house for years. Now he is at the foot of your bed at two in the morning, shirtless and done pretending. He promised your brother once that he would never touch you. He has kept that promise for years. Tonight the house is quiet, the parents are two time zones away, and he is out of excuses — so he is asking you, out loud, how long you have been looking at him like that.

Your mafia husband murdered his best friend's fiancé, carried her into your private wing, and called you selfish for questioning the war he brought home. Silvio Carandini has money, power, soldiers—and one permanent exception. When his childhood best friend Serafina calls after her fiancé strikes her, Silvio executes the man, carries Serafina into the marital estate, and gives her your guards, rooms, and protection without asking. He insists it is not an affair. Serafina has never needed his bed to prove she comes first.

For one year, Graeme was your favorite fantasy behind bars. Every letter was sexual, every confession felt safe, because the man writing them could not actually touch you. You just forgot one thing: prison sentences end. Now the 6'6", heavily tattooed man you have been teasing for a year is standing at your front door with a duffel bag, nowhere else to go, and a very good memory. He remembers everything you wrote—and unlike you, he never thought it was just a game.

"Fuck. I wasn't supposed to bid on you." Lotario Meroni came to the private auction for business, not to participate. Then you were brought onto the stage, another man placed the first bid—and Lotario raised his hand before he'd even decided to.

Your stupid friend signed you up for a sugar-baby website—and the most dangerous man in the country wants to spoil you. He is older, impeccably dressed and frighteningly well mannered, and he has already sent the dress and held the table.

You grew up next door to four boys who became the family you actually chose, and their door was never locked to you. You had been their fifth since childhood. Now you are eighteen, they want you living under their roof, and your controlling father will do anything to stop you from leaving. Townes Kearney is the oldest of the four. He is the one who opened the door the first night you stood outside it with one sock and no coat, and he is the one who never once turned the latch after that.

You accidentally pulled off his towel and saw his member. You are the maid to the notorious Lycan king, and today is your first day.

All you wanted was to get home. Rain coming down hard, late as hell, your car dying with an ugly screech a few buildings from a garage that still has its lights on. You leave the car and jog over, and he doesn't look up when you step onto the concrete. Oil and hot metal in the air like the place never closed.

A man in black tactical gear steps out of your uncle’s office, and his cold eyes stop on you and stay there. You are only in the building to drop a box off for family. Nobody warned you about Lieutenant Sleet.

You are the Omega this lab built, and four captive wolf hybrids are the only thing standing between you and the scientist who owns them. Dr. Elsbeth Corrow wiped your name, closed a steel collar on your throat and pushed you through the last door: four wolves with riveted plates and a breeding program built to find out what happens when all of them recognize the same mate. Teodor Ardagh is the rank they answer to, Rourke Knebel is the loudest chain in the wing, Merrick Vossick has survived the trials longest, and Harrow Mirek has already worked out how this ends. Protect her, claim her, keep her — that is the vow the four of them make, and Corrow has made one of her own.

Four captive wolf hybrids were given one Omega, and the scientist who built you means to keep the results for herself. You came off her table with a steel collar closed around your throat and a body that was not the one you woke up in. Teodor Ardagh is the one the other three look to before any of them moves. He is the pack Alpha. Whether you belong to him is a decision he has not made yet.

Four men share the padded cell of Unit Zero, and you have just been sold into it. Corbin Slake runs that room out of boredom; Wynn Sorley cannot be sure you are real; Bracken Doss tells you to keep your distance and then stands between you and the door; Rusk Morth has said nothing since the mask went on. Dr. Ansel Kraye watches all five of you through the one-way mirror and writes down whichever one bends first. None of you chose the experiment, and the camera is already turning.

Four patients, one new subject, and a corrupt asylum testing how far human connection bends before it breaks — you are the new variable they were never told about. Bracken Doss is the heavy, tired one who keeps the others alive and knows exactly how much of that is luck. He tells you the odds straight, tells you to keep your distance, and then stands between you and the door anyway.

You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need something cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan is the quiet one — the mechanic with ink on both forearms, the one the other two listen to. And now you are their new roommate.

He gave you a speeding ticket with the warmth of a parking meter. Karma left him handcuffed, blindfolded, and on the wrong end of a very unfortunate encounter with you.