"You’re a medical asset. A blood-bag. Nothing more," he snarled, his metallic fingers cold against my throat."Then why is your human heart beating so fast, Alpha?" I whispered back.For three hundred years, the Lycan race has survived by trading their souls for steel. Under a fake, holographic moon, they shift using cybernetics. They don't have mates. They have algorithms.I am Elara. A "Fleshy." Born in the toxic Slag Wastes without a single mechanical upgrade, I’m considered a broken, human-adjacent runt. I’ve never shifted. I’ve never mattered.Until I am hunted down by the Apex Enforcers and dragged to the penthouse of the most ruthless Alpha alive.Kaelen is the Alpha-Prime. Half-machine, terrifyingly gorgeous, and the billionaire CEO who owns the sky. He is also dying. His cybernetic implants are rotting his remaining flesh, and my pure, organic blood is the only cure. He planned to lock me in a glass cage, drain me, and toss me aside.But his multi-billion-dollar algorithms failed to predict one tiny detail. The moment our eyes met, his internal systems violently crashed.Mate.Now, the only way to keep the Alpha alive is to keep him tethered to me. He hates his weakness, and I hate him. But as Kaelen's machines fail, the ancient, organic wolf trapped beneath his titanium shell is waking up and it is violently, uncontrollably obsessed with protecting me.His synthetic fiancée wants me dead. The Board of Directors wants me harvested.They all think I am just a weak, Fleshy slum-rat. But they are about to find out that my dormant blood doesn't just hold the cure to a virus. It holds the DNA of a forgotten Moon Goddess.He wanted a lab rat. He accidentally woke a Queen.

"Rule #1 of surviving the Blood Emperor: Never let him realize you are the only thing keeping him sane."Linnea Vale is a dead woman hiding in plain sight. As the last survivor of a disgraced bloodline of master apothecaries, she has spent her life secretly micro-dosing deadly toxins, making her immune to almost every poison in the empire. She just wants to keep her head down and scrub the scullery floors.But when a botched assassination attempt kills the royal poison tester, Linnea’s suspicious lack of a reaction catches the eye of the most dangerous man on the continent.Emperor Valerius is a monster. Feared for his violent, hallucinatory fits of "madness," he slaughters his own court in paranoid rages and goes through poison testers the way a wolf goes through sheep. Linnea’s lethal new promotion has a life expectancy of three days.Until Valerius suffers a psychotic break and accidentally tastes a drop of Linnea’s blood.The madness instantly stops. Valerius isn’t cursed; he is being slowly, systematically poisoned by a rare alchemical gas and Linnea’s antibody-laced blood is the only neutralizing agent.Suddenly, the Emperor's survival depends entirely on the sarcastic, fearless maid he just threatened to kill. Bound by a secret pact, Linnea must stay by the tyrant's side day and night to brew a permanent cure. She must share his meals, sleep in his chambers, and, most dangerously, offer him her blood whenever the shadows creep into his mind.But as the days blur together, the ruthless Blood Emperor becomes dangerously obsessed with his new tester. Valerius will slaughter anyone who looks at her, tear apart his own palace to protect her, and refuse to let her go.Linnea soon realizes that surviving the assassins in the imperial court is easy.It’s falling in love with a touch-starved, obsessive Emperor that might be the deadliest poison of all.

“We’re supposed to be pretending, Lyra,” he rasped, pinning me against the wall of the opulent, timeless penthouse. His thumb brushed my lower lip, his icy gray eyes darkening to midnight. “So tell me why my heart rate is spiking on the monitor.”I had three rules for stealing time-travel artifacts. Getting caught by Commander Kaelen Cross wasn't one of them.For five years, I’ve outrun the Time Enforcement Commission’s deadliest, most infuriatingly handsome bloodhound. But when a rogue syndicate threatens to erase the entire 20th century, Kaelen finally corners me not with a pair of handcuffs, but with a terrifying ultimatum.To infiltrate the criminal underworld’s most exclusive sanctuary, I have to be his plus-one. The catch? We have to pose as deeply, passionately in love newlyweds.Worse, the disguise requires legally binding Biometric Rings. We are neurologically synced. If he gets shot, I feel the burn. If I panic, his heart races. And when he touches me, the rings broadcast our undeniable, explosive chemistry for everyone to see.Now, I’m trapped outside of time with a man who is supposed to be my sworn enemy. We have to share a single bed, survive deadly high-society galas, and convince ruthless warlords that he is obsessed with me.But as fake kisses turn desperate, and Kaelen’s cold, by-the-book exterior shatters into fiercely protective devotion, I realize the timeline isn't the only thing in danger. I’m the multiverse’s greatest thief, but my fake husband is about to steal my heart.

To pay off her father’s lethal gambling debt, Clara Vance is forced to work for the city’s most ruthless mob boss Silas Thorne.Silas is the Don of the Obsidian Syndicate. He is cold, calculated, and terrifyingly possessive. He is also a centuries-old gargoyle, cursed to slowly turn into permanent stone. For eighty years, he has felt nothing. His heart is literally calcifying. Until he walks into Clara's workshop to collect a debt and smells the one thing that can save him: his fated mate.Clara thinks she is just collateral, locked away in his luxurious penthouse to restore his antique stone statues. She doesn't realize the statues are his fallen brothers. And she definitely doesn't realize she is the only thing standing between Silas and an eternity trapped in stone.As rival supernatural cartels close in and a bloody turf war threatens to tear the city apart, Clara must decide if she can trust the monster who keeps her caged. But as the undeniable mating bond draws them closer, Silas's dormant gargoyle instincts awaken with a terrifying, ferocious need to protect what is his.He ruled the underworld with a heart of stone. But to keep her, he’s going to have to learn how to bleed.

"Are you going to let me do my job, or are you going to keep terrifying all my clients?" I demanded, glaring up at the seven-foot-tall shadow dragon blocking the door.King Kaelen’s golden eyes darkened, his gaze dropping heavily to my lips. "I am the King. I do what I please. And right now, it pleases me to ensure no other man in this castle looks at you."[Ping!]System Warning: Alpha Male's Jealousy Level is at 99%. Evade immediately!Yeah, right. Like I could outrun a feral monster who had already decided I belonged to him.Chloe Vance, genius creator of a top-tier modern dating app, didn't expect to die in a car crash. She definitely didn't expect to wake up in a cold, magical dungeon with a glowing pink game interface hovering in her vision.[Main Quest: Matchmake 4 Monstrous Royals to Break the Curse.]Reward: Portal back to Earth and Resurrection.It sounds easy enough. All Chloe has to do is bluff her way into the position of Royal Matchmaker, treat the terrifying, bloodthirsty warlords of Oakhaven like bratty tech-bro clients, find them brides, hit Level 99, and go home.Using her System cheats, she easily handles a seductive Naga prince and a frozen Vampire Duke. But then there’s her boss: King Kaelen.He’s a monstrous Shadow Dragon and Lycan hybrid. He’s cursed, incredibly feral, totally touch-starved, and rumor has it he eats his prospective brides. Worst of all? He violently rejects every single princess Chloe sets him up with.Desperate to finish her quest, Chloe corners the furious King to demand why he's sabotaging her algorithm. But when she accidentally touches his bare skin to stop him from transforming, her System flashes neon red.[Calculating Compatibility...][Result: 100%.][STATUS: FATAL MATCH. TARGET IS YOUR TRUE MATE.]Chloe wants to hit Level 99 and escape back to Earth. But Kaelen has spent three hundred years waiting for his mate, and his inner beast has just woken up.How is a modern girl supposed to swipe left on a terrifying, possessive monster king who is willing to burn the entire realm to the ground just to keep her in his bed?

"If anyone else looks at her," Lord Kaelen commanded, casually dropping the beating heart of the vampire he had just killed onto the pristine floor. His silver eyes bled pitch-black as he pulled me against his massive chest. "I will ensure your deaths are far slower than his. She belongs to me."In the toxic ruins of Earth, clean air is bought with human blood.Twenty-year-old Elara made a fatal mistake: she volunteered for the terrifying Blood Tithe to save her sickly little sister. She expected to be drained in the squalid public clinics and tossed aside. She didn't expect a single drop of her mutated, hidden "Crimson Gold" blood to send the vampires into a ravenous, starving frenzy.And she certainly didn't expect him to step in.Lord Kaelen is the Supreme Commander of Dome 4. He is a ruthless, ancient Sanguis elite. He’s supposed to be a monster who views humans as nothing more than livestock. But the moment his skin touches hers, an electric shockwave seals an ancient, undeniable mating bond between them. He doesn't just claim her blood. He claims her.Ripped from the slums and locked inside his opulent, sunlit penthouse in the sky, Elara becomes his exclusive prisoner. To the rest of the Dome, Kaelen is an ice-cold tyrant. But behind closed doors, the scent of her blood completely undoes him. He is obsessed, terrifyingly possessive, and will slaughter anyone who dares to touch her.Elara is supposed to hate him. She is supposed to find a way to escape and help the human rebellion destroy his kind. But every time his lips graze her pulse, the lines between predator and prey blur into blinding heat.The Sanguis Council wants to drain her. The rebels want to use her. But Lord Kaelen will burn the entire world to ash to keep her safe.She is his obsession. His cure. His Blood-Mate.