I found him in my sister's bed. My fated mate. The one the Moon promised me since birth. So I decided to destroy him the only way he'd never forgive: by giving myself to his father. Damien Thorn. Supreme Alpha. Forty-five years of absolute power and cold silence. A man they say hasn't been capable of love since his mate abandoned him. I thought I was walking into his bed for revenge. I didn't expect him to look at me like I'd already belonged to him for fifteen years. That his hands would know exactly where it hurts. That his voice, whispering my name, would erase his son's from memory. But some secrets don't stay buried. And the shadow that's been watching us since the beginning hasn't finished collecting what it's owed.

Mia pensait juste survivre à l'Académie Nocturne en tant qu'humaine tolérée. Puis sa meilleure amie couche avec son copain et balance son secret devant tout le monde : elle n'a aucun pouvoir. Le harcèlement s'enchaîne, elle est au bout du rouleau... jusqu'à ce qu'un pouvoir totalement dingue se réveille en elle sans prévenir. Le lendemain, quatre frères débarquent. Les Kaelmoor. Un vampire, un démon, un elfe, un lycan, tous quadruplés mais chacun d'une espèce différente à cause d'un vieux pacte de sang que leur père a signé il y a des générations. Ils disent surveiller "une anomalie magique". Spoiler : c'est elle, l'anomalie. Mia est l'Ancre, la seule capable de sceller ou de détruire ce pacte. Entre son ex-meilleure amie devenue son pire cauchemar, un père de famille aux intentions super louches, et quatre mecs qui n'ont clairement pas envie de se la partager gentiment, elle va devoir choisir. Sauf que... choisir un seul d'entre eux, très peu pour elle.

He doesn't want a relationship. He wants me. And in Damien Voss's world, those are two very different things. I'm a first-year attorney, eight months on the job, completely unprepared for the way Manhattan's most feared billionaire looks at me when I walk into his boardroom. Not like I'm junior staff. Not like I don't belong. Like he's already decided something. About me. Before I've said a single word. He offers me a contract. Ninety days. Exclusive. Triple my salary. The money would change everything. My mother's bills. My future. My life. So I sign. But the moment his hand brushes mine across that table, I understand that I've just made the most dangerous decision of my career. Because Damien Voss doesn't just want me in his boardroom. He wants me in his bed. In his life. In his penthouse at midnight when the deal is done and the walls are down and there's nothing left between us but the truth. The contract says ninety days. What he wants from me has no expiration date.

He came to me in the dead garden, three hours after they buried his brother, the man I was supposed to marry, and told me he was taking his place. Gabriel de Valmonde is not his brother. He is colder, harder, more dangerous in ways I am only beginning to understand. He has gray eyes that give nothing away and hands that shook when he pulled me from Adrien's body — not with grief, I think, but with something he will not say out loud. The court whispers he wanted me first. I'm starting to think they're right. But Adrien didn't die in an accident. I know it. The physician knows it. And somewhere in this palace, behind the smiling faces and the careful condolences, someone killed a prince and is now watching me very closely to see how much I've figured out. I should be afraid. I should be grieving, properly, the way everyone expects me to. Instead, I'm sitting across from my dead fiance's brother at midnight, building a case against a murderer, and trying very hard not to notice the way he looks at me when he thinks I'm not watching. The crown isn't the only thing he's not letting go of.