Eileen jolts awake from the agony of falling off a cliff—only to find herself back three days before the massacre of her pack. Every detail is seared into her mind: Alpha Sylvia will bring back a rogue male wolf named Carlos from the hunt, and this so-called "fated mate" will lead an army to slaughter the entire Moonlight Pack months later. She fights desperately to rewrite fate—sabotaging the wards, faking alarms, wounding herself to delay the hunt, even attempting to kill Carlos before he has blood on his hands. But destiny grinds forward with unyielding precision no matter how hard she struggles. Carlos still appears. Sylvia still falls for him. The enemy still breaches the border. Only at the very end does Eileen realize the truth: she never came back from death. She only had a prophetic dream. The ancient bloodline of the Oracle has awakened within her—and altering fate demands a price. Her soul. " I love you! I love you! I love you!" Ryan's scream tears through the night. Eileen dances under the full moon and dissolves into ten thousand silver motes of light. This time, she chooses to trade herself for her pack's tomorrow.

New York City's richest man, Julian Blackwood, is the cold ruler of an AI empire—and a vampire who has wandered the human world alone for 120 years. He suppresses his bloodlust with synthetic blood, using a sharp tongue and icy indifference to keep the entire world at a distance. Until one late night, a girl who realizes she's been given a few dollars too little comes sprinting out of a convenience store to get her change back—and crashes straight into him. One second later, a flowerpot falls from above and shatters exactly where they had been standing. Lily Wilson is the most unremarkable young police officer in Downtown. Because she accidentally saves the city's richest man, her superiors select her for an undercover mission: get close to Julian and investigate his company for financial crimes. Wearing a hidden earpiece and nervously following her orders, Lily somehow blurts out, “I do.” in front of Julian. He responds by flying a hundred kilometers just to take her out for a bowl of seafood noodles. At the three-way intersection, they watch an electric train rumble overhead—and Julian's heart pounds three times. But when love collides with duty, and the vampire's secret is exposed at the same time as the undercover officer's true identity, the two must use the sincerity of their hearts to prove one thing: Some heartbeats are powerful enough to cross species, identity, and even the boundary between life and death. This is a modern urban fantasy romance about a lovably clueless girl crashing headfirst into a perpetually grumpy vampire CEO.

Ella Sinclair was sold into marriage to Alexander Blackwood—a ruthless billionaire feared by all of New York. Cold, controlling, and haunted by a brutal past, Alex married her for business, not love. Their first meeting ended in humiliation. Their wedding was a transaction. Their marriage was a battlefield. But between the cruelty and stolen glances, Ella began to fall for the man beneath the ice. He saved her. Protected her. Kissed her like she was the only woman alive. And then he broke her. When Alex’s empire crumbled, Ella’s family forced her to sign divorce papers. She refused. She threw the pen away and chose him—even as the world told her to run. Then Alex rose again. Stronger. Colder. And bent on revenge. He destroyed her family’s company. Left her grandfather hospitalized and dying. Made Ella his maid to repay a debt she never owed. He humiliated her. Paraded other women in front of her. Forced her to her knees in every way except the one that mattered.

She was once nothing in everyone's eyes. A low-born woman. A powerless outcast. And the one person who should never have belonged to him—the Mate of Kieran, the second prince of the Frostblood Clan. He was the most powerful and arrogant Alpha in the North. She was his shame. So he humiliated her. Imprisoned her. Hurt her. Yet when no one was watching, he secretly treated her wounds. Lyra believed that if she endured long enough, one day he would finally love her. Until she watched him marry another woman. For the sake of his brother's "bloodline," Kieran was the one who pushed her into despair. Pregnant and broken, Lyra fled to the Death Ice Cliff. "I curse you, Kieran. May you spend eternity alone." Then she jumped. Everyone believed she was dead. They were wrong. Death did not take Lyra. It awakened the ancient Ice Emperor blood sleeping within her for thousands of years. Two years later, she returned with an army at her back and an Ice Emperor's power in her veins. And the Alpha who once stood above everyone else had become a broken man. When Lyra stood upon the Imperial throne, Kieran could only kneel before her. This time, she was not begging him to love her. He was begging her to look back. But would she ever love him again? Or would she make the man who destroyed her pay for it with the rest of his life?