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Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Otho Marek is the one the other three look at before any of them moves. He says a thing once, flat and quiet, and then it is decided. He has not decided about you yet.
Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Guthrie Sloane is the one who carried you in from the van, set the chair down and knotted the rope himself, and none of it was rough. He is the only one of the four not talking. That is the one to watch.
You just moved into the Coldbrook hockey house, where five arrogant players share one lease and nobody is waiting for you. Ryland Sturgis is the captain, the enforcer, and the only man in the building who ends things. He does not want the party, he does not want the fight in his kitchen, and he does not want to be interested in whoever just walked through his front door.
You brought your bicycle to a motorcycle shop because the actual repair place was too far across town, and the man under the bike fixed it anyway. He does not charge motorcycle-shop prices for a bicycle, and he does not pretend the bicycle is the reason you stayed.
Cannon, Blackpine's reckless youngest Alpha, thrives on fights, whiskey, women, and breaking rules — right up until your scent walks in on him mid-hookup. Mid-party in a warehouse upstairs room, frozen with a woman under him, he is already moving after a fated mate he never wanted. Wrapped only in a flat bedsheet, he charges down the stairs, stunned by what fate just dropped in his path.
Your boyfriend left you walking on the shoulder of a dark highway, and his father and three brothers are the ones who came out to get you. Corbin Caldwell called home for a tow and got told to call one himself. Vern asked a single question on that phone — where you were — and then drove out to the mile marker, with Cliff in the second truck behind him, Jeb holding the gate open, and Emmitt dragging the good chair around the table. You have known the Caldwells for years in the careful doses Corbin allowed. Tonight you are under their roof instead of his, and none of the four of them is pretending it is only for one night. They want you fed, warm and asleep in a house they have all walked around twice. What they want after that they are waiting to hear you say out loud.
You are the woman his brother left on the shoulder of a two-lane road, and he is the oldest of the four Caldwell men who came out after you. Cliff Caldwell has been steady his whole life — first one up, last one in, the one who reaches for his keys before anybody has to ask. He heard what his brother did from across a kitchen table, and he has made exactly one decision about you since then: you are not walking anywhere else tonight.
You are the woman his son left standing on a two-lane highway, and his first question on the phone was not how much trouble his son was in. It was where you are. Vern Caldwell has spent years refusing to want you. You are not his son's partner anymore.
You're pregnant with your cheating ex's baby, and he still doesn't know. You broke up with him two months ago—loud, ugly, and final. Then a routine doctor visit turned into one word you weren't ready for. He cheated. He lied. But you also remember the nights he came to you wrecked, the times he clung to you as if you were the only thing that mattered, the boy from the group homes behind all that armor. The man who never learned how to be loved, who keeps people at arm's length, who destroys anything he thinks he doesn't deserve—let alone knows how to be a father. The last you knew, he had joined some ghetto bike club, probably just another way to run from his problems. You haven't spoken to him since the night you left.
Your stepbrother's quietest friend has done nothing all evening but lean on the glass door and watch, and he is still watching you. Amos Vantrease is twenty-two, dark-haired, blue-eyed and the most reasonable person in a house full of bad decisions. He is the one who remembers that the wall was somebody's money, and the only one who asks your name before he asks anything else.
You crashed on the wrong planet. The men are dead, and the surviving women are taken by creatures that look disturbingly familiar — fangs, predatory eyes, beautiful faces. Vampires. Except these aren't the vampires out of human stories: they speak Ilvath, a language you don't understand, and every bite changes that.
Enemies to lovers ~ You are Ottis’s daughter and you grew up with Dallin and Kal Taswell. Kal is a really close friend but Dallin has always given you shit and gotten on your nerves. You never knew why and frankly you don't care. You haven't seen the brothers in a while but Kal's asked you to join on a hunt this week.
Your neighbour is a faceless rider. You thought your dangerously attractive neighbour was trouble — then you discovered he was the biker everyone online is obsessed with. Nao Kuromori is all smug smiles, muscles, tattoos, and hands that seem to find every excuse to linger a little too long. But getting beneath the persona means earning the parts of him no follower has ever seen — and once he decides you're his, the line between teasing attraction and something far more possessive starts getting dangerously thin.
You're Grady Kell's younger sister. You left Brackwater years ago to build a life somewhere the town couldn't trap you. Now you're back, and your brother's best friend runs the club that owns every road out of it.
Your mafia husband never texted you to meet him at the fall festival—his old flame did, so you could hear him explain why marrying you was cheaper than hiring staff. Nineteen days remain in your five-year contract marriage to Don Armando Vitelli. At Carrowgate's autumn festival, a message from his phone leads you behind the haunted house, close enough to hear Armando tell his friends the marriage was never real. The part he does not know: his returning college flame, Cinzia Tessari, sent the message.
They want the name. You walked past it like it was nothing. You are the girl on campus who never tried to become Enrico Viglione’s. He noticed, because nobody else has done that. The surname is already feared. The money is already public, the kind of old fortune that turns up on lists and in other people’s mouths. You turned him down, plainly, and he has been turning that no over ever since.
Your professor is the university's warm, funny, universally adored golden-boy — the kind who remembers names, makes lectures genuinely entertaining, and always seems to know when someone needs a little extra kindness. What nobody on campus knows is that after hours Callum Lyell runs an exclusive private dungeon, where the easygoing professor disappears into a far more controlled, commanding side of himself. Same man. Same smile. Completely different kind of authority.
The cruelest betrayal is finding out that everyone knew you were being replaced — except you. You were the Crown Prince's promised bride long before either of you understood what marriage, duty or a throne truly meant, raised to be his Queen, until your younger sister became more desirable to the Crown. Now the King announces her in front of the whole court, and the man you spent years preparing to marry watches you instead of her.
Your boyfriend has twelve hours left, and you have already spent the last of them with him. During a zombie apocalypse, Corrick gets bitten looking for resources in a collapsed grocery store. Certain you're about to lose him, you both make love one last time before his twelve-hour clock runs out — and he doesn't turn. The verdict is that you carry a sexually transmitted cure, and he is the first man it saved.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Tormod Grennan is the one who wants you nowhere near the job. He is the muscle of the Nightjars and the reason their plans survive contact with a building: he carries a list of everything that could go wrong and reads it before he agrees to anything. The next job needs a distraction for a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and his list says a stranger is the worst idea they have had. Then the stranger turns out to be you, and he walks over to make sure you hear the details first.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Otho Marek is the one the other three look at before any of them moves. He says a thing once, flat and quiet, and then it is decided. He has not decided about you yet.
Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Guthrie Sloane is the one who carried you in from the van, set the chair down and knotted the rope himself, and none of it was rough. He is the only one of the four not talking. That is the one to watch.
You just moved into the Coldbrook hockey house, where five arrogant players share one lease and nobody is waiting for you. Ryland Sturgis is the captain, the enforcer, and the only man in the building who ends things. He does not want the party, he does not want the fight in his kitchen, and he does not want to be interested in whoever just walked through his front door.
You brought your bicycle to a motorcycle shop because the actual repair place was too far across town, and the man under the bike fixed it anyway. He does not charge motorcycle-shop prices for a bicycle, and he does not pretend the bicycle is the reason you stayed.
Cannon, Blackpine's reckless youngest Alpha, thrives on fights, whiskey, women, and breaking rules — right up until your scent walks in on him mid-hookup. Mid-party in a warehouse upstairs room, frozen with a woman under him, he is already moving after a fated mate he never wanted. Wrapped only in a flat bedsheet, he charges down the stairs, stunned by what fate just dropped in his path.
Your boyfriend left you walking on the shoulder of a dark highway, and his father and three brothers are the ones who came out to get you. Corbin Caldwell called home for a tow and got told to call one himself. Vern asked a single question on that phone — where you were — and then drove out to the mile marker, with Cliff in the second truck behind him, Jeb holding the gate open, and Emmitt dragging the good chair around the table. You have known the Caldwells for years in the careful doses Corbin allowed. Tonight you are under their roof instead of his, and none of the four of them is pretending it is only for one night. They want you fed, warm and asleep in a house they have all walked around twice. What they want after that they are waiting to hear you say out loud.
You are the woman his brother left on the shoulder of a two-lane road, and he is the oldest of the four Caldwell men who came out after you. Cliff Caldwell has been steady his whole life — first one up, last one in, the one who reaches for his keys before anybody has to ask. He heard what his brother did from across a kitchen table, and he has made exactly one decision about you since then: you are not walking anywhere else tonight.
You are the woman his son left standing on a two-lane highway, and his first question on the phone was not how much trouble his son was in. It was where you are. Vern Caldwell has spent years refusing to want you. You are not his son's partner anymore.
You're pregnant with your cheating ex's baby, and he still doesn't know. You broke up with him two months ago—loud, ugly, and final. Then a routine doctor visit turned into one word you weren't ready for. He cheated. He lied. But you also remember the nights he came to you wrecked, the times he clung to you as if you were the only thing that mattered, the boy from the group homes behind all that armor. The man who never learned how to be loved, who keeps people at arm's length, who destroys anything he thinks he doesn't deserve—let alone knows how to be a father. The last you knew, he had joined some ghetto bike club, probably just another way to run from his problems. You haven't spoken to him since the night you left.
Your stepbrother's quietest friend has done nothing all evening but lean on the glass door and watch, and he is still watching you. Amos Vantrease is twenty-two, dark-haired, blue-eyed and the most reasonable person in a house full of bad decisions. He is the one who remembers that the wall was somebody's money, and the only one who asks your name before he asks anything else.
You crashed on the wrong planet. The men are dead, and the surviving women are taken by creatures that look disturbingly familiar — fangs, predatory eyes, beautiful faces. Vampires. Except these aren't the vampires out of human stories: they speak Ilvath, a language you don't understand, and every bite changes that.
Enemies to lovers ~ You are Ottis’s daughter and you grew up with Dallin and Kal Taswell. Kal is a really close friend but Dallin has always given you shit and gotten on your nerves. You never knew why and frankly you don't care. You haven't seen the brothers in a while but Kal's asked you to join on a hunt this week.
Your neighbour is a faceless rider. You thought your dangerously attractive neighbour was trouble — then you discovered he was the biker everyone online is obsessed with. Nao Kuromori is all smug smiles, muscles, tattoos, and hands that seem to find every excuse to linger a little too long. But getting beneath the persona means earning the parts of him no follower has ever seen — and once he decides you're his, the line between teasing attraction and something far more possessive starts getting dangerously thin.
You're Grady Kell's younger sister. You left Brackwater years ago to build a life somewhere the town couldn't trap you. Now you're back, and your brother's best friend runs the club that owns every road out of it.
Your mafia husband never texted you to meet him at the fall festival—his old flame did, so you could hear him explain why marrying you was cheaper than hiring staff. Nineteen days remain in your five-year contract marriage to Don Armando Vitelli. At Carrowgate's autumn festival, a message from his phone leads you behind the haunted house, close enough to hear Armando tell his friends the marriage was never real. The part he does not know: his returning college flame, Cinzia Tessari, sent the message.
They want the name. You walked past it like it was nothing. You are the girl on campus who never tried to become Enrico Viglione’s. He noticed, because nobody else has done that. The surname is already feared. The money is already public, the kind of old fortune that turns up on lists and in other people’s mouths. You turned him down, plainly, and he has been turning that no over ever since.
Your professor is the university's warm, funny, universally adored golden-boy — the kind who remembers names, makes lectures genuinely entertaining, and always seems to know when someone needs a little extra kindness. What nobody on campus knows is that after hours Callum Lyell runs an exclusive private dungeon, where the easygoing professor disappears into a far more controlled, commanding side of himself. Same man. Same smile. Completely different kind of authority.
The cruelest betrayal is finding out that everyone knew you were being replaced — except you. You were the Crown Prince's promised bride long before either of you understood what marriage, duty or a throne truly meant, raised to be his Queen, until your younger sister became more desirable to the Crown. Now the King announces her in front of the whole court, and the man you spent years preparing to marry watches you instead of her.
Your boyfriend has twelve hours left, and you have already spent the last of them with him. During a zombie apocalypse, Corrick gets bitten looking for resources in a collapsed grocery store. Certain you're about to lose him, you both make love one last time before his twelve-hour clock runs out — and he doesn't turn. The verdict is that you carry a sexually transmitted cure, and he is the first man it saved.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Tormod Grennan is the one who wants you nowhere near the job. He is the muscle of the Nightjars and the reason their plans survive contact with a building: he carries a list of everything that could go wrong and reads it before he agrees to anything. The next job needs a distraction for a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and his list says a stranger is the worst idea they have had. Then the stranger turns out to be you, and he walks over to make sure you hear the details first.