Alpha Eryx never meant to mark Aria, a packless terrified omega but a drug induced haze and a fated bond don’t care about intentions. When the terrified Aria vanished before dawn, she took something with her he didn’t know to look for. Three years later, she’s still running.Aria has built a quiet, careful life in a rogue refugee camp, just her and the twins whose golden eyes betray exactly who their father is. She has one rule: stay invisible.Then Eryx walks into a lawless market and catches her scent, the very scent he has spent years trying to find. He knew the hunt is back on and his wolf won't stop until he claims what's his.Now two dangers are closing in at once, the Alpha who will tear the world apart to find what’s his and Talia, a ruthless rival who wants the Luna title badly enough to kill for it. Aria must choose fast.Because the man hunting her with love may be the only thing standing between her children and the woman hunting her with a blade.

Damien’s mouth crashed onto hers like a silent claim. One hand locked at the base of her head, the other pinning her hip to the cold marble of his desk as he kissed her filthy and deep—tongue stroking, teeth grazing, stealing the air straight from her lungs until her knees threatened to give. He broke the kiss just enough to speak against her swollen lips, voice low and rough. “Does Cole make you feel like this?” Elena’s breath shuddered. Hatred and heat warred behind her eyes. Damien’s thumb dragged over her lower lip, smearing the evidence of what he’d just done. “Say it. Say you want me. Not him. Not any other man. Only me.” For one dangerous second her body leaned in. Then she shoved him back hard enough that he had to catch himself on the edge of the desk. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes burning. “Bastard.” --- Forced into marriage with the Italian don she had despised for years, Elena Petrov is trapped in a blood treaty that binds her to Damien Lorenzo. She tells herself she hates every second of it—the possessive hands, the dark eyes that strip her bare, the way his presence sets her blood on fire. But the more she fights the dangerous heat he pulls from her, the more she starts to crave the very man she swore she’d destroy.

She stood alone at the altar in her white dress while the entire pack waited.Her fiancé never came.When she finally went looking for him, she found him in the back room, buried inside her stepsister.She just turned and ran, tears streaming down her face, the sound of their moaning following her out of the building.That was when he appeared.Tall. Terrifyingly handsome. Eyes like winter.The Lycan King of the rival pack — a man her people only spoke about in fear.He took one look at the ruined bride in front of him and claimed her on the spot.“You’re mine now,” was all he said.Serena vowed to make them all regret it— every single one of them and would not stop until she destroyed them all.

"Your dad wants you home, Miss Voss" He said in his usual icy face."I am going to stay here and you cannot do any fucking thing about it" I folded my arm across my chest, looking up to him."You wouldn't like to make me take drastic measures, Or would you?" He looks down at me, completely unpertured."Remember you are not allowed to touch the Young Mistress" I wiggle my eyebrows at him, taunting him."Fuck the rules" He muttered throwing me over his shoulders in one swift motion.°°°°°°°You know the moment life really fucks you over?When your father hires the world’s most deadly assassin as your personal bodyguard.They call him Ghost.Wanted in five countries. Trained to kill since he was sixteen. Cold, ruthless, and impossible to break.But then I have not been one to give up— Certainly not to the most attractive problem to ever grace this earth.