He was the campus king. She was the only heart he couldn't steal.Jace Kingston is untouchable.Star hockey player. Campus legend. A walking trail of broken hearts and whispered warnings. Girls call him King. They say it like a prayer.I say it like a curse.He nearly ran me over with his sports car last semester. He throws money around like it means nothing. He smirks while girls cry over him. And now, thanks to my tutoring job, he's my assignment.One semester. One paper. Five hundred dollars that I desperately need to keep a roof over my head.The rules are simple. He shows up. He does the work. He doesn't flirt with me, charm me, or treat me like another conquest.But Jace Kingston doesn't follow rules.He shows up with bruises he won't explain. He looks at me like I'm something he wants to break. And when he accidentally lets his armor slip, I see something terrifying underneath.A boy afraid of becoming a monster. A boy who flinches at loud voices and keeps a photograph of his mother hidden in his drawer. A boy who might be just as broken as I am.I can't afford to fall for him.I have rent to pay. A future to build. A promise I made to myself when I watched my mother die with nothing but debt and a daughter who couldn't save her.I swore I'd never depend on anyone again.But Jace is everywhere now. In my study sessions. In my thoughts. In the way my pulse stutters when he says my name. And when his demons come hunting, I realize the worst truth of all.He's not just my enemy anymore.He's the one person I might destroy myself to save.

He knew my name before I said it. He knew my mother's garden, her blue door, the key under the third stepping stone. He had kept me safe for three years from a world I didn't know existed — and he had done it without ever letting me see him. I came to Voss Capital Group to save my career. I had forty-seven slides, forty minutes, and everything riding on a meeting I never should have gotten. What I didn't have was any idea that Damien Voss — Manhattan's most feared billionaire, a man who once made a competitor cry at his own press conference — had been waiting for me specifically. That the contract on his desk had my name on it from three years ago. That the land beneath my childhood home was registered in his name. That when his eyes flashed gold across that conference table, it wasn't a trick of the light. He says I am his mate. He says there are people hunting me because of what I mean to him. He says he has spent three years watching me live my life from ninety-four floors away, out of something he calls restraint and I am beginning to suspect is the most dangerous kind of love. I have two choices. Run — and discover exactly what's in the dark he's been keeping me safe from. Or stay — and discover exactly what kind of woman survives being claimed by the most powerful alpha alive. I should have run. God help me — I stayed.

They called me wolf-less. Weak. Worthless. In the Bloodstone Pack, that’s as good as a death sentence—except mine has been slow, drawn out in whispers, cold stares, and the sharp edges of my family’s contempt. My mate, the one the Moon Goddess chose for me, humiliated me in front of the entire pack before turning his back. So I did what no one expected. I left. One reckless night in a bar far from home, I met a stranger with eyes like winter storms. I should have walked away, but pain has a way of making you reckless—and desire has a way of making you forget. By morning, I was gone, certain I’d never see him again. But fate is cruel and relentless. The stranger was no ordinary wolf—he was the Lycan King, and I was his mate. Now he’s hunting me, not just for the bond that ties us, but for something more… because something woke inside me that night. My wolf. My power. And possibly, our child. The world I ran from is nothing compared to the enemies closing in now—family who’d rather see me broken, a sister who thrives on my misery, and a rival king who would burn kingdoms to claim what’s his. The closer Jake gets, the more I wonder if the greatest danger I face isn’t the people hunting me… but the darkness I’ve carried all along.