Winter Snow Authorn was raised to be a weapon, an heir, and a sacrifice. But when a ruthless King came to claim a promised marriage, her parents' refusal ignited a war that turned her kingdom into a graveyard. ​Dead and buried alongside her people, Winter wakes up years later in the body of an ugly Alpha’s daughter. Her fate? To be promised to the same man who razed Authorn to ash; the lycan king. ​This time, she isn't a cold statue of duty. She is a woman fueled by a frozen rage, ready to bring his empire to ruination. But the King is no longer looking for a political trophy. He is obsessed with the fire in his new bride’s blue eyes—eyes that remind him of the Queen he once destroyed. ​He conquered her kingdom once. Now, he wants her heart. But Winter is unaware of the secrets in the ruins of her past—secrets that might prove that even a King can be brought to his knees.

The greatest pain Thysera had ever felt was when her sister died. She was beginning to live with the numbness when a message arrived from Tenebrous; a call to holy matrimony, but nothing was holy about this union.The first time Redryn met his beloved, she had been far too young to bear the weight of the crown she was destined to bear and too innocent to be his wife, so he made a choice, he married her sister who happened to be his second beloved. Fate then chooses to mock him for trying to be too intelligent, he is back to square one with no choice but to send a letter for his late wife's sister's hand in marriage.Would Thysera be able to withstand the pressure and refuse the matrimonial call? Would she ever be able to forgive the man who brought her heartache even though he was meant to be her protector?Would Redryn ever be able to forgive himself for the pain he caused her?

Aurora had been engaged to Danilo for a year but she could not bring herself to reciprocate his love. It was an intense, overwhelming volcano on the verge of melting away the fortress guiding her heart. He claimed to love her, but how much can you love someone you barely know. He was everything Aurora rejected in a lover. Was it the way his eyes found hers as though they were the only thing he could fixate upon, but she knew he saw far more than he depicts. He claimed her the anchor to his soul, his unbeating heart yet he gave half his heart to his mistress. The woman who torments her. They call it a sire bond, sugar-coated words of hypocrites. She had been rejecting his claim for far too long, but acceptance was the only respite she had. Take not an enduring woman for a pushover, the more she endured, the more the wrath when she retaliates. A person would be dying for sure. She wondered what the renowned mafia king was thinking, betrothing his first daughter to a vampire.

On visitation to her mother's, eighteen years old Aileen stumbled upon centuries old lycanthrope claiming to be her fated. He spoke of fate and duty to pack. His overwhelming possession was a rope keeping her in a chokehold. Unable to keep up with his dynamic she took off.Seven years later Aileen was back to the town to seek reprieve for her heartache. Dante knew where Aileen was the moment she left, since she wanted time he let her have it, after all it was nothing compared to lifetime they would spend together. But that didn't stop his heart from bleeding seeing her with someone else. Now she was back in town, and he vowed she would not be leaving him again.

Adalina had just had a miscarriage barely three weeks ago when her husband brought home his heavily pregnant mistress.As the best mafia assassin, she could kill her, but risk becoming her husband Marcello's enemy. Yet the Sokolov blood in her would not allow her to disgrace the Russian Mafia by giving up.Is the only option left to raise the bastard child of her husband or kill his pregnant mistress and risk becoming the Italian mafia's enemy.Marcello Martini the Lord of the Italian Mafia is torn between protecting his pregnant mistress and keeping his marriage that is on the verge of collapsing. He knows how preposterous it is of him to even think of his deadly wife raising his bastard child, yet he could not give up any of them. Not his child or the woman he had came to love. Would he end up losing them both or could he be able to convince Adalina to raise his bastard together.

They called it a tradition, the wedding was to hold when the moon was half its soul, and the couples were to make love under the Scarlett moon. Faye cared not for their tradition nor fate if the wedding had not been carried out accordingly. She cared not for the people who made her wedding a joke of the century when they had snatched her away from the altar where she was about to marry her dream man. When they had tried to kidnap her, her groom had stood like a solid shield in front of her, and he had ended up with a gash on his face. She knew he would be traumatized, after all, Jacobs had put a lot of effort into maintaining his beauty. Their kind she had never heard of, the flat scaly crystals on their face and chest glistened as though it was calling upon their prey, and she told herself not to be lured by the charades. She had lost her consciousness in those moments of chaos, and had only recovered it when she stood before their prince, the man they had abducted her for, the man they claimed she belonged to. A spy in one of the subordinate kingdoms wasn't anything special after all, he had his spies embedded in all the kingdoms on the map be they large or small, but a few hours ago a message had been delivered from one of Jamie's spies in Oria, they had found her; the prophecy. As he stood concealed in the darkness, he knew it was her, it had to be, and he had been waiting for centuries, they all have. An earth-quaking roar echoed in the darkness, and he watched those fools cursed with disunity plunged into disorientation. Before the hatred-filled eyes of their prince, he stole their bride and left the way he came. As he studied the defenseless girl in his arms, he confirmed it, the girl in the prophecy was a human.