Russia, the only place where sex and guns could ever taste so sweet—my exact nightmare. The only thing I’m here for is to grind my body over shady politicians for my father’s schemes. I’d be more than willing to do so if it meant I’d pull my mother and myself out of his chains and start a new life. I was so close, so damn close—until he came . . . very much unannounced. Konstantin Morozov, the man I am going to be married off to. Russia’s ruthless beast— earning his crown with bloodied hands. With this, I only had to face two challenges: infiltrate his notorious business as per father’s order and divorce him when the time is right. But dealing with a husband who has a Morozov as his last name was never easy, especially with a gun pointed at my head, and those rough, cruel hands wrapped around my heart. I wonder which blows up first?

Armaros, ‘The Cursed One’. The tyrannical Alpha King under an unbreakable spell with the urge to mark someone under the blood moon. With no plans of falling in the hands of the curse, he stirs himself away through another way to satisfy his hunger — bloodshed. Agnes Burroughs was forced to marry someone she hasn’t even met for the protection of her pack. A ransom. A noble sacrifice. That’s what she was. An unwanted years of a married life to save many of her subjects. She was her pack’s salvation, and she was selfish. Spoiled little Agnes decides to run away into the dark embrace of the woods---the thought of freedom luring her in. All until she encounters a tall, tanned, and dangerous yet still a dying man in need of her help. And the only thing she needed to give was to present her neck for marking. She cannot even marry to save her pack, so she wouldn’t choose to help, right?