You should’ve ignited the fire that would burn you. When Talia returned to the Warfang pack to seek justice for her family, she knew there was only one way to do it: get close enough to kill the Alphas who destroyed her bloodline. Raised in exile, branded a traitor’s daughter, left to rot while her pack feasted on the bones of her kin—she’s back now, cloaked in secrets, dripping with heat, and the Moon, cruel twisted goddess that She is, gave her the one weapon they can’t resist: her scent. But fate is a vicious thing, and the joke lands sharp, because Warfang’s three ruling Alphas—the same bastards who watched her world burn—are her fated mates. They want her on her knees. She wants them in the ground. But every time they touch her, it gets harder to remember who’s hunting who. And when the heat hits—when her body burns and her scent pulls them like wolves to blood—Talia learns the truth the Moon always knew: you can’t fight fate, but you can fuck it until it begs.

There are two things Beckett Langley knows for sure. One, he’s the best damn hockey player on this campus. Two, Ashley Brooke is a fucking problem. She trashes him in the paper. Mocks him with that sharp little smirk. Plasters his fuckups across campus like it’s her life’s mission. She wants him ruined. Humiliated. Erased like he never meant a damn thing to her. But Beckett Langley knows the truth. Because no matter how sharp her words are, how cruel her headlines get, or how much she pretends otherwise— Ashley Brooke still loves him. And she hates him for it. Almost as much as he fucking loves her.

Colt, Blaze, Luther, and Ash. The Crescent Princes. They thought they ruled the school, untouchable and merciless, leaving scars on people’s lives just because they could. They thought they’d broken everyone who crossed them, left every rival crushed beneath their boots. But they hadn’t broken me. When I became their lady—their obedient plaything, the girl who gave them sweet smiles and soft words—none of them realized I was already planning their downfall. They had no idea I was here for blood, for vengeance, that my every step was calculated to get closer, to weave myself so tightly into their world that they couldn’t see me slipping a knife between their ribs. They think they own me. They call me theirs. They look at me like I’m this innocent, fragile girl, like I’d fall apart if they stopped watching me. But soon, they’re going to realize who I am—what I’m capable of. And when I’m finished? Crescent High’s princes won’t be feared or worshiped. They’ll be history. They’ll say the Filthy Wolves were undone by a girl who looked innocent but was anything but. And when they remember me, they’ll know I wasn’t just another girl. I was their reckoning. They think they’re unbreakable. But every king falls. And these Crescent Princes? They’re about to learn what it feels like to be broken. *Broken Wolves. Let’s see how they survive me.

Blake Thompson, the star hockey captain, secretly devours sizzling romance novels by an anonymous author. Little does he know, the mastermind is Zoe Carter, his best friend’s little sister, whom he sees as off-limits. Seeking inspiration for her writing, Zoe unexpectedly shows up in Blake's room, asking, “How do you kiss a hockey player?” Their playful banter ignites tension, but Blake is oblivious to Zoe's true identity. What will happen when he discovers the woman fueling his fantasies is right next door? Will it lead to betrayal or a romance that breaks all the rules?

High School student Amanda St. Claire is determined to bury her past when she first sets foot on her new pack. However, she doesn’t expect life to change when she meets not just one, but four of the most powerful, sexiest and dark young wolves of the Crescent High. They used her past mistakes to blackmail her. Now, she needs to breathe under their terms, to dress under their code, even if it means—she has to fight herself from falling to these filthy wolves.