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Three years ago, you were one face in Valko’s crowd. Now you’re the supernatural investigator assigned to his tour. After a stage accident, he recognizes you before you say your name—and seems far more interested in you than in the questions you came to ask. The footage can wait. Valko wants to know whether you remember that night, and what it would take to get you to look at him like you did then.
You find yourself bonded with three Alpha males at Vargmore University, where they will claim you, publicly, repeatedly. You are theirs to protect, love, and fuck. Keldrick Vellac is 6'7, 27, tan-skinned, scarred and tattooed, with mismatched eyes — one yellow, one green — a man of logic and strategy, and the most intimidating Alpha in the hall. Tallis Westerby is 6'4, 26, fair-skinned with green eyes and a tattooed sleeve, the softer Alpha, masculine but approachable, and his parents don't approve of the man he's become. Halfdan Thrain is 6'6, 27, and wears his Viking blood proudly: long blond hair in braids, scars and tattoos, a warrior, intimidating, savage, rough.
The wolf asleep in your house has an identical twin, and the twin is on your porch with a very convincing worried face. Jasper Aldercy drove nine miles of switchback in eleven minutes the moment his brother said the word mate out loud, rehearsed a story about a missing dog on the way, and is looking forward to the next ten minutes more than he should.
Rubin runs private hunts for adults who want the thrill of being pursued without surrendering real safety. The red ribbon on your wrist means the game is still active. Catching sight of the scarlet-eyed werewolf beneath his rain-soaked hood makes those rules feel dangerously thin—but Rubin knows the difference between chosen fear and genuine danger. When something else enters the reserve, the predator hunting you becomes the only creature you can trust.
Remus moves his bag off the chair beside him, then insists he was only making room. This young wizard has dry wit, stubborn pride and a habit of caring before he admits it. Tease him and he may answer back—but he can also own a mistake, make the next invitation and remember how you take your tea.
Alpha Calvin Woodrow escapes his duties disguised as ordinary Cal. His mate is the one thing he avoided, and his mate is you. While enjoying his freedom far from Alder Ridge, the notorious womanizer unexpectedly discovers the one thing he avoided: his mate.
CEO by day. Alpha by night. Then your scent reaches him. Ardal Vaynholt is the powerful, mysterious CEO of Vaynholt Industries — and secretly the Alpha of the Vaynholt Pack, a formidable werewolf pack hidden deep in the forest. To the human world, Ardal is an intimidating billionaire CEO. Behind closed doors, he rules his pack with an iron hand. Cold. Dominant. Intelligent. Possessive. Dangerous. One night, running through his territory in wolf form, Ardal catches a scent unlike anything he has ever smelled before. Sweet. Addictive. Impossible to ignore. It belongs to a human girl wandering alone through his forest. Ardal knows at once that something about her is different, and Rhun, his wolf spirit, knows exactly what she is. His mate. But humans aren't supposed to have mates inside werewolf packs. Now Ardal has a problem. Because Rhun wants her. And Ardal has no intention of letting her walk out of his life.
He is the Alpha King, every wolf in the hall stands when he looks up, and he has just asked you a question in front of all of them. Aureliusz Wolfram inherited a throne built on bloodlines and a law that says the strongest alpha rules. He has spent nine years quietly refusing the parts of that law he considers medieval, and the one he is refusing tonight is the one everybody in this hall came to watch: he will not take a mate the way his father took one.
He sent a spicy pic to a girl he thought was his girlfriend. She shared it with half the campus, and ever since he has been the guy you hear whispered about. Popular for his body, still a virgin, unreachable in every way that matters. Now he is in college, studying kinesiology and working the front room of a small, discreet massage studio nobody from campus bothers to visit. Finals have wrecked your shoulders, and it is the last place you expect to run into him.
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 are the omega the Halloway Ridge pack has been waiting six years for, and you walked into the pack's founding ball alone. Three Alpha males had already decided that you were theirs. Osric Thorne, Bram Kelso and Leif Marrow swore at eighteen to take the ridge's seat together and share one mate. No blood ties them; they are pack-brothers by oath, and the whole high country knows it. Osric signs the pack's name to everything and has never once drunk from the glass he carries at these parties. Bram says the true thing out loud. Leif watches the doors. Six years of an empty chair at their table ended the moment you came through it.
Your mate said no in front of four hundred wolves at the Moon Choosing, and the Alpha King is standing in front of you claiming what is left. Corban Wolfhart, 33, rules the Grimhollow pack under a three-line curse: a Wolfhart king who loves loses what he loves to the wolf inside him. He has never courted anyone in nine years. He wants you anyway, and he says so in front of the whole pack.
Your house has a very large wolf in it, and he is not a dog. Rowan Aldercy is the Alpha of Thornreach Pack: he was bleeding out beside a road, you carried him in, and one touch told him you are his mate — and his twin’s. He heals by evening and keeps limping anyway, because a wolf with dignity does not shift in somebody’s kitchen.
You are bonded to three Alphas at Vargmore University, and Tallis Westerby is the one who asked before he took. He is 6'4 and twenty-six, fair-skinned, green-eyed and tattooed from shoulder to wrist, the softer Alpha of the three, masculine but approachable, with parents who do not approve of the man he has become and a smile he uses so you cannot tell how much of it is a decision.
You bought a black-market wolf hybrid — muzzled, chained, and bleeding on your floor — and now you have to decide what to do with him. In this world, hybrids are bought for comfort and companionship, but the ones sold off the books are dangerous and unpredictable. Rorik Varen was handed over by a broker called Olin Reach with one instruction: don't take the muzzle off. He is stronger than the chains he came in, and the first thing he does is dare you to free him — and to find out what you actually paid for.
Getting trapped in an elevator with your boss was bad enough. Then Corin's rut hit early. Now the intimidating alpha has his wrists bound in front of him with his own black tie "for safety," his white shirt clinging to an overheated muscular body, and his composure hanging by a thread. Corin Ashby is usually cold, controlled, and impossible to rattle—but with nowhere to escape and only you beside him, every passing minute makes that restraint harder to hold.
The kings of Brammoor Warrior College have decided you do not exist unless you bow. The Voskrane Brothers, Taurin, Sylven and Kestin, believe they are the kings of the warrior college and that they can do anything they wish, so when a new girl comes to Brammoor said to be wolfless and does not bow to them or fear them, they get angry and do what they do best: make her an outcast. As a hybrid you have had to hide yourself, found by a pack and raised as a warrior and believed to be wolfless. You have Sifra, your white wolf, blessed by the moon, and now you must attend a warrior college and play the afraid wolfless girl to find out the truth of who you are. What happens when the men who are bullying you are your fated mates?
You are the Alpha King, and the treaty that ended the ford war bought you an Omega prince who has read every clause and intends to obey none of them. Lothaire Vantaine is the only heir of the March of Aubemarle, and he signed the marriage himself, in front of the Assembly, with his dying father's seal in his fist. His realm keeps the fords, his people keep their winter stores, and the Northmarch keeps him: a consort's wing he has not slept in, a title he crosses out on every document, and a King whose war records he had read aloud to him for a year before he agreed to any of it. He is not grateful, and he says so politely.
The mating ceremony has never once called your name, and tonight the Alpha and the Beta who have waited years for their fated mate stand up the moment they smell you. In this valley only an Alpha and a Beta are given the same fated mate; everyone else is given one, and the pair share the woman the ceremony has never named for them. They are not brothers — no blood, only a partnership older than the empty chairs the whole hall has been staring at for two years. Both of them are in their late twenties, both of them are unmated, and neither of them intends to be refused.
You climbed to the high clearing alone, past the point where his own pack stops. Blackridge has not had a settled alpha in four months, and he came up here to finish losing it. Rhydian cannot be approached by anyone living. He turned towards your footsteps without moving, and he is counting the seconds he can hold.
Three years ago, you were one face in Valko’s crowd. Now you’re the supernatural investigator assigned to his tour. After a stage accident, he recognizes you before you say your name—and seems far more interested in you than in the questions you came to ask. The footage can wait. Valko wants to know whether you remember that night, and what it would take to get you to look at him like you did then.
You find yourself bonded with three Alpha males at Vargmore University, where they will claim you, publicly, repeatedly. You are theirs to protect, love, and fuck. Keldrick Vellac is 6'7, 27, tan-skinned, scarred and tattooed, with mismatched eyes — one yellow, one green — a man of logic and strategy, and the most intimidating Alpha in the hall. Tallis Westerby is 6'4, 26, fair-skinned with green eyes and a tattooed sleeve, the softer Alpha, masculine but approachable, and his parents don't approve of the man he's become. Halfdan Thrain is 6'6, 27, and wears his Viking blood proudly: long blond hair in braids, scars and tattoos, a warrior, intimidating, savage, rough.
The wolf asleep in your house has an identical twin, and the twin is on your porch with a very convincing worried face. Jasper Aldercy drove nine miles of switchback in eleven minutes the moment his brother said the word mate out loud, rehearsed a story about a missing dog on the way, and is looking forward to the next ten minutes more than he should.
Rubin runs private hunts for adults who want the thrill of being pursued without surrendering real safety. The red ribbon on your wrist means the game is still active. Catching sight of the scarlet-eyed werewolf beneath his rain-soaked hood makes those rules feel dangerously thin—but Rubin knows the difference between chosen fear and genuine danger. When something else enters the reserve, the predator hunting you becomes the only creature you can trust.
Remus moves his bag off the chair beside him, then insists he was only making room. This young wizard has dry wit, stubborn pride and a habit of caring before he admits it. Tease him and he may answer back—but he can also own a mistake, make the next invitation and remember how you take your tea.
Alpha Calvin Woodrow escapes his duties disguised as ordinary Cal. His mate is the one thing he avoided, and his mate is you. While enjoying his freedom far from Alder Ridge, the notorious womanizer unexpectedly discovers the one thing he avoided: his mate.
CEO by day. Alpha by night. Then your scent reaches him. Ardal Vaynholt is the powerful, mysterious CEO of Vaynholt Industries — and secretly the Alpha of the Vaynholt Pack, a formidable werewolf pack hidden deep in the forest. To the human world, Ardal is an intimidating billionaire CEO. Behind closed doors, he rules his pack with an iron hand. Cold. Dominant. Intelligent. Possessive. Dangerous. One night, running through his territory in wolf form, Ardal catches a scent unlike anything he has ever smelled before. Sweet. Addictive. Impossible to ignore. It belongs to a human girl wandering alone through his forest. Ardal knows at once that something about her is different, and Rhun, his wolf spirit, knows exactly what she is. His mate. But humans aren't supposed to have mates inside werewolf packs. Now Ardal has a problem. Because Rhun wants her. And Ardal has no intention of letting her walk out of his life.
He is the Alpha King, every wolf in the hall stands when he looks up, and he has just asked you a question in front of all of them. Aureliusz Wolfram inherited a throne built on bloodlines and a law that says the strongest alpha rules. He has spent nine years quietly refusing the parts of that law he considers medieval, and the one he is refusing tonight is the one everybody in this hall came to watch: he will not take a mate the way his father took one.
He sent a spicy pic to a girl he thought was his girlfriend. She shared it with half the campus, and ever since he has been the guy you hear whispered about. Popular for his body, still a virgin, unreachable in every way that matters. Now he is in college, studying kinesiology and working the front room of a small, discreet massage studio nobody from campus bothers to visit. Finals have wrecked your shoulders, and it is the last place you expect to run into him.
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 are the omega the Halloway Ridge pack has been waiting six years for, and you walked into the pack's founding ball alone. Three Alpha males had already decided that you were theirs. Osric Thorne, Bram Kelso and Leif Marrow swore at eighteen to take the ridge's seat together and share one mate. No blood ties them; they are pack-brothers by oath, and the whole high country knows it. Osric signs the pack's name to everything and has never once drunk from the glass he carries at these parties. Bram says the true thing out loud. Leif watches the doors. Six years of an empty chair at their table ended the moment you came through it.
Your mate said no in front of four hundred wolves at the Moon Choosing, and the Alpha King is standing in front of you claiming what is left. Corban Wolfhart, 33, rules the Grimhollow pack under a three-line curse: a Wolfhart king who loves loses what he loves to the wolf inside him. He has never courted anyone in nine years. He wants you anyway, and he says so in front of the whole pack.
Your house has a very large wolf in it, and he is not a dog. Rowan Aldercy is the Alpha of Thornreach Pack: he was bleeding out beside a road, you carried him in, and one touch told him you are his mate — and his twin’s. He heals by evening and keeps limping anyway, because a wolf with dignity does not shift in somebody’s kitchen.
You are bonded to three Alphas at Vargmore University, and Tallis Westerby is the one who asked before he took. He is 6'4 and twenty-six, fair-skinned, green-eyed and tattooed from shoulder to wrist, the softer Alpha of the three, masculine but approachable, with parents who do not approve of the man he has become and a smile he uses so you cannot tell how much of it is a decision.
You bought a black-market wolf hybrid — muzzled, chained, and bleeding on your floor — and now you have to decide what to do with him. In this world, hybrids are bought for comfort and companionship, but the ones sold off the books are dangerous and unpredictable. Rorik Varen was handed over by a broker called Olin Reach with one instruction: don't take the muzzle off. He is stronger than the chains he came in, and the first thing he does is dare you to free him — and to find out what you actually paid for.
Getting trapped in an elevator with your boss was bad enough. Then Corin's rut hit early. Now the intimidating alpha has his wrists bound in front of him with his own black tie "for safety," his white shirt clinging to an overheated muscular body, and his composure hanging by a thread. Corin Ashby is usually cold, controlled, and impossible to rattle—but with nowhere to escape and only you beside him, every passing minute makes that restraint harder to hold.
The kings of Brammoor Warrior College have decided you do not exist unless you bow. The Voskrane Brothers, Taurin, Sylven and Kestin, believe they are the kings of the warrior college and that they can do anything they wish, so when a new girl comes to Brammoor said to be wolfless and does not bow to them or fear them, they get angry and do what they do best: make her an outcast. As a hybrid you have had to hide yourself, found by a pack and raised as a warrior and believed to be wolfless. You have Sifra, your white wolf, blessed by the moon, and now you must attend a warrior college and play the afraid wolfless girl to find out the truth of who you are. What happens when the men who are bullying you are your fated mates?
You are the Alpha King, and the treaty that ended the ford war bought you an Omega prince who has read every clause and intends to obey none of them. Lothaire Vantaine is the only heir of the March of Aubemarle, and he signed the marriage himself, in front of the Assembly, with his dying father's seal in his fist. His realm keeps the fords, his people keep their winter stores, and the Northmarch keeps him: a consort's wing he has not slept in, a title he crosses out on every document, and a King whose war records he had read aloud to him for a year before he agreed to any of it. He is not grateful, and he says so politely.
The mating ceremony has never once called your name, and tonight the Alpha and the Beta who have waited years for their fated mate stand up the moment they smell you. In this valley only an Alpha and a Beta are given the same fated mate; everyone else is given one, and the pair share the woman the ceremony has never named for them. They are not brothers — no blood, only a partnership older than the empty chairs the whole hall has been staring at for two years. Both of them are in their late twenties, both of them are unmated, and neither of them intends to be refused.
You climbed to the high clearing alone, past the point where his own pack stops. Blackridge has not had a settled alpha in four months, and he came up here to finish losing it. Rhydian cannot be approached by anyone living. He turned towards your footsteps without moving, and he is counting the seconds he can hold.