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You've spent years refusing to attend your brother's races. The one time you finally agree, you nearly walk straight into a ridiculously attractive blonde driver in the paddock. There's just one problem — you don't realize he's your brother's best friend.
You are the new resident at the Sable House, thirty days inpatient, and the five men in your group-therapy circle have already decided which of the rules they will break first. Dekker Rourke called it before you sat down, Bram Whitlock has not moved since the session started, Wren Ashcombe cannot look at you for more than a second, Halvard Rask looked once and was done, and Deacon Marchetti says the thing out loud. No bedrooms, no contact, no relationships for thirty days. The chair they left empty is between Dekker and Halvard.
You are the new resident, and the one man in the circle who has not said a word all morning is the only one who tells you the truth about the chair. Bram Whitlock arrives first, says the least, and has been reading this room for three weeks without letting it read him back.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need somewhere 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 living in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan Rourke is the mechanic who opens the door, Teo Salazar runs the front of the shop and does most of the talking, and Cade Ryland is the last one out of the hallway. And now you are their new roommate.
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.
You and Sasha are the newest recruits on Task Force Meridian, and she has decided that the way in is to prove she is one of the boys. You are doing it the quiet way: head down, learning from the operators who have done this longer, while she performs for the men and teases you for being too girly. Then Captain Vestry orders a trivia night after a mission, and a deck of cards gets more out of the team than a briefing ever could.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. They call themselves Kral's Four: a cold leader who decides, a laughing one with a barbed-wire bat, a silent carrier, and the one who talks. Your father chose each of them and each of them still owes him, so they want the last thing he asked for — and what they want from you besides is the part nobody says out loud in the first hour. No one here is related to you, all four are adults, and any single one of them stops the moment you say so.
You just moved into the Coldbrook house, where nobody expected you and nobody is cooking. Errol Padgett is the goalie: quiet, patient, the one who carries the groceries in while four other men shout about a charger upstairs. He is also the only person in the building who asks your name before he asks you to move out of the doorway.
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.
It's your fifth anniversary. His first love just got divorced. Rory doesn't lie to you, and that's the worst part. He says he has always loved her, that he chose you anyway, and that he needs one week to be sure he chose right. He's already packed a bag.
Your stepbrother brought three friends home with him, and the quiet one has been sitting on the kitchen counter ever since. Lachlan Fisk is twenty-three, heavily tattooed, blunt to the point of rudeness, and hard to read. He does not bother with the others' noise. He waits, and he watches, and he takes his time.
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.
The world has collapsed, and you already hold the last safe floor in the city. Five armed survivors have just fought their way up to it, and Wren Hadley does the talking. Governments fell. Military forces fragmented. Communication networks disappeared and the cities emptied out. Months into the outbreak, everyone still alive knows the only dependable rule: quiet is not the same as safe. Food, clean water, medicine, ammunition and four walls you can defend are worth more than money ever was, and the Meridian has all of it — which is exactly why five strangers are standing in your corridor with their rifles up and no plan of going back down.
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.
You're supposed to pretend you're obsessed with five rockstars for the camera. The problem? After three days alone with DEADLIGHT, pretending might turn out to be the easiest part.
You left to sell the harvest. Two weeks, you promised your wife. A year later you walk back to the farm and find her in another woman's arms. Linnet is still your wife. The ache of not knowing whether you died, were taken, or abandoned her has not left, and the woman who kept her alive is standing at the fence behind her.
Your tattoo artist is already distracting enough without the attitude. Evren has a habit of making every appointment feel a little more personal than it strictly should, and closing time has come and gone with a stencil still sitting on the side of your hip.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Roven Strade is the one who took one look and decided for all three of them. He plans the Nightjars' jobs down to the security rotations and the camera positions, and the next one is the biggest they have tried: a private gala, a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and one distraction nobody can trace back to the crew. Nobody asked whether you wanted the job. By the time you find out, the dress is already waiting.
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. 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.
You've spent years refusing to attend your brother's races. The one time you finally agree, you nearly walk straight into a ridiculously attractive blonde driver in the paddock. There's just one problem — you don't realize he's your brother's best friend.
You are the new resident at the Sable House, thirty days inpatient, and the five men in your group-therapy circle have already decided which of the rules they will break first. Dekker Rourke called it before you sat down, Bram Whitlock has not moved since the session started, Wren Ashcombe cannot look at you for more than a second, Halvard Rask looked once and was done, and Deacon Marchetti says the thing out loud. No bedrooms, no contact, no relationships for thirty days. The chair they left empty is between Dekker and Halvard.
You are the new resident, and the one man in the circle who has not said a word all morning is the only one who tells you the truth about the chair. Bram Whitlock arrives first, says the least, and has been reading this room for three weeks without letting it read him back.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need somewhere 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 living in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan Rourke is the mechanic who opens the door, Teo Salazar runs the front of the shop and does most of the talking, and Cade Ryland is the last one out of the hallway. And now you are their new roommate.
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.
You and Sasha are the newest recruits on Task Force Meridian, and she has decided that the way in is to prove she is one of the boys. You are doing it the quiet way: head down, learning from the operators who have done this longer, while she performs for the men and teases you for being too girly. Then Captain Vestry orders a trivia night after a mission, and a deck of cards gets more out of the team than a briefing ever could.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. They call themselves Kral's Four: a cold leader who decides, a laughing one with a barbed-wire bat, a silent carrier, and the one who talks. Your father chose each of them and each of them still owes him, so they want the last thing he asked for — and what they want from you besides is the part nobody says out loud in the first hour. No one here is related to you, all four are adults, and any single one of them stops the moment you say so.
You just moved into the Coldbrook house, where nobody expected you and nobody is cooking. Errol Padgett is the goalie: quiet, patient, the one who carries the groceries in while four other men shout about a charger upstairs. He is also the only person in the building who asks your name before he asks you to move out of the doorway.
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.
It's your fifth anniversary. His first love just got divorced. Rory doesn't lie to you, and that's the worst part. He says he has always loved her, that he chose you anyway, and that he needs one week to be sure he chose right. He's already packed a bag.
Your stepbrother brought three friends home with him, and the quiet one has been sitting on the kitchen counter ever since. Lachlan Fisk is twenty-three, heavily tattooed, blunt to the point of rudeness, and hard to read. He does not bother with the others' noise. He waits, and he watches, and he takes his time.
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.
The world has collapsed, and you already hold the last safe floor in the city. Five armed survivors have just fought their way up to it, and Wren Hadley does the talking. Governments fell. Military forces fragmented. Communication networks disappeared and the cities emptied out. Months into the outbreak, everyone still alive knows the only dependable rule: quiet is not the same as safe. Food, clean water, medicine, ammunition and four walls you can defend are worth more than money ever was, and the Meridian has all of it — which is exactly why five strangers are standing in your corridor with their rifles up and no plan of going back down.
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.
You're supposed to pretend you're obsessed with five rockstars for the camera. The problem? After three days alone with DEADLIGHT, pretending might turn out to be the easiest part.
You left to sell the harvest. Two weeks, you promised your wife. A year later you walk back to the farm and find her in another woman's arms. Linnet is still your wife. The ache of not knowing whether you died, were taken, or abandoned her has not left, and the woman who kept her alive is standing at the fence behind her.
Your tattoo artist is already distracting enough without the attitude. Evren has a habit of making every appointment feel a little more personal than it strictly should, and closing time has come and gone with a stencil still sitting on the side of your hip.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you, and Roven Strade is the one who took one look and decided for all three of them. He plans the Nightjars' jobs down to the security rotations and the camera positions, and the next one is the biggest they have tried: a private gala, a silver-haired curator called Reyner Ventnor, and one distraction nobody can trace back to the crew. Nobody asked whether you wanted the job. By the time you find out, the dress is already waiting.
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. 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.