​Blacklisted, broke, and running out of time, elite forensic auditor Eliana Hart has spent eight years hunting the truth behind her late father’s disgrace. When she witnesses Ashford Meridian’s ruthless CFO meeting with a supposedly dead auditor, she captures the shadow ledger that could blow open an eight-year-old corporate conspiracy. Suddenly, an assassination contract is placed on her head.​Roman Ashford, the cold and untouchable CEO of Ashford Meridian, is fighting a lethal board coup of his own. Bound by his family trust to produce a wife before his thirty-fourth birthday or lose controlling interest of the dynasty, Roman intercepts Eliana mid-ambush. His offer is simple: a six-month contract marriage, ten million dollars, total protection, and unrestricted access to the firm's classified financial archives.​The rules are absolute: strictly platonic cohabitation, zero intimacy, and total corporate war.​But forced proximity behind bulletproof glass and ruthless public appearances ignite an undeniable, dangerous attraction neither can afford. Beneath Roman’s lethal exterior lies a fiercely protective man haunted by his own family's bloodstained past.​Yet Roman is harboring a devastating secret: he didn't find Eliana by chance—he has been tracking her from the shadows for years.​When a fifty-million-dollar corporate frame-up strikes the penthouse and Roman's hidden surveillance is exposed, their fragile alliance shatters. With federal agents closing in and Victor's hitmen hunting them in the dark, Eliana must decide whether she is sleeping beside her father's true savior—or the architect of her destruction.​Can a contract forged in blood survive the truth? Or will the empire tear them apart before the ink even dries?

Eight years ago, Alpha Kael burned my family’s house to ash.​I survived under the floorboards, biting my tongue until I tasted blood, watching his dark boots walk across our floor. I memorized the cold ring of his voice when he gave the command: “Burn the rest. Leave no trace.”​I survived in the slums with one obsession:​Drive a silver blade straight through Alpha Kael’s heart.​My chance comes when a lethal plague strikes the Blackthorn Pack. The untouchable Alpha is burning with fever, strapped to his bed, and his court is desperate enough to let a slum Healer through the iron gates.​I planned to slip hemlock into his veins and watch him choke.​Instead, the second my bare fingers brush his skin, an ancient mating bond violently snaps between our souls.​Mate.​Before I can draw breath, Kael’s fevered eyes flash with black fury. He knocks the medicine from my hands and shatters my soul in front of the entire council:​“I, Alpha Kael of Blackthorn, reject your claim. Throw this gutter rat into the high tower.”​He thinks he broke me. He thinks his cold rejection will make me crawl away and die.​What the arrogant Alpha doesn't realize is that my bloodline wasn't murdered for weakness—we were hunted because our blood holds a terrifying power that can bring the entire wolf kingdom to its knees.​And the biggest secret of all?​The night my home burned, Kael wasn't the monster who destroyed my world.​He was the boy who took the blame to keep me alive.​Now, locked in his tower while his council plots to finish the purge, the only thing more dangerous than the enemies trying to kill us… is the forbidden hunger threatening to consume us both.

For three years, Nadia Brooks was the quiet shadow in Julian Vance’s glass mansion, secretly turning his failing firm into an $800M empire with her proprietary algorithms.​At dawn after their third anniversary, Julian tossed divorce papers across the table.​“Sign it, Nadia. Chloe is back, and she belongs in high society. Take the hundred thousand and disappear.”​Nadia didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. She picked up the pen and signed her name with ice in her veins.​Julian thought he discarded an unemployed parasite.​What he didn’t know was that buried in Section 48 of his $200M corporate credit line was a clause Nadia drafted herself: the moment their marriage dissolves, the funds are recalled instantly.​And waiting at the estate gates in the freezing rain was the man holding that debt—Damian Cross, the city’s most feared tycoon.​Four years ago, Nadia broke Damian’s heart to pay off her father’s medical bills. Damian spent four years believing she loved Julian, quietly protecting her from afar.​Now, her chains are broken.​Before Julian’s front door closes, Damian sweeps Nadia into his arms, his gray eyes burning with starved, possessive hunger:​“You’re late, Nadia. Let’s go watch his empire burn.”

*"If you die, who will keep Camilla alive? How can you be so selfish?"*Those were the words my adoptive mother spat when they dragged my burned, half-dead body back from the pack borders. For twenty years, I was Riverfang’s dirtiest secret—a nameless attic omega drained like livestock to sustain their spoiled darling daughter.I thought I would die in that darkness. Until *he* walked in.Lord Cassian. Duke of the Northern Wyld. The bloody right hand of the Lycan King.He came to our border pack demanding tribute. They sent me down in bloodstained rags just to pour his tea. But when his obsidian eyes locked onto mine, he didn't see an omega maid. He saw the sacred blood of the extinct Dark Moon line.He saw his fated queen.*"Touch her again,"* the Lycan Prince whispered, snapping the Alpha's wrist in half, *"and I will feed your pack to the crows."*Traded away as a worthless scrap of meat, I crossed the frozen mountains to sit beside him on the Obsidian Throne. In Cassian’s arms, I learned what it meant to be worshiped, protected, and feared. But back in Riverfang, my absence triggered an ancient curse: their lands began to blacken, my sister’s stolen beauty began to rot, and the pack that starved me withered to bone.Now, my former abusers kneel in the northern snow, sobbing for a single drop of my blood to save them from ruin.Too bad for them. I am no longer their blood bag. I am their Queen—and it is far too late to beg.