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One spoiled quarterback, a dominant billionaire, an all-pro tight end, and the best sports medicine doctor around. Together, they should make a perfect team. But the Ash pack is fumbling… until a sweet, sassy omega wanders into their biggest season ever and steals their hearts.

What happens is that you get “make out with strangers and pee in a parking lot” drunk. Tie the knot with a guy you just met. Then *allegedly* participate in depraved group activities with him and his friends in the honeymoon suite of a five-star hotel. But that’s not even the worst part.

So far, while working at a ghost matchmaking agency, the past week has gone thusly: 1) a murdered ghost bride who is very, very pissed off (don’t blame her, I’d be pissed off too) 2) adopted by Chinese hellhounds (I THOUGHT THEY WERE DOGS, OKAY) 3) wake up magically soul-bonded to the sexy demon slayer Zhen (While I agree he’s—expansive hand waving—HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!) I do not need a fourth incident to make my life more interesting, please and thank you. Spoiler alert: I get one anyway.

Kamari Prava Ahvi. Eighteen. Dreamer. Aspiring Bookstagrammer with a knack for photography. Omega… and a runaway bride. I was meant to marry a pack chosen by my wealthy father—a carefully curated collection of Alphas who checked all his boxes, but none of mine. So, I ran. Far from the gilded cage of expectations to an Omega haven where I could live anonymously with my best friend, free to dream of viral TikToks, cozy book nooks, and a life entirely my own.

When a corpse found floating face-down in Vilnoc harbor is not quite as dead as it seems, Temple sorcerer Penric and his chaos demon Desdemona are drawn into the uncanny investigation. Pen’s keen questions will take him across the city of Vilnoc, and into far more profound mysteries, as his search for truths interlaces with tragedy.

The alpha who bit me tells me I'm an omega, and the sudden cherry pie à la mode perfume wafting off me seems to confirm his assertion. But things like this don't happen to girls like me. The one in a million chance at being a late-presenting omega should go to someone else. Not me, a beta who spent years of my childhood being sick. Not me, the girl who historically is only good enough for a one-night stand.

They may be hockey's Most Valuable Pack, but the Pierson alphas are far from a true team. The obvious solution? Find the right omega to bind them together. The match-making process sounds simple enough. Scientific, even. Until a sweet, shy omega runs right into their play for a mate and changes the whole game.

I may be an omega, but I’ve got dreams and goals of my own, and none of them include shacking up with a pack of raging alphas just because biology says I have to. That time will come and I’ll welcome it with open arms, but for now, I’m doing me. I’ve managed to make a name for myself on the PackChat App, unintentionally starting a movement. As my birthday looms, my bestie convinces me to attend a major influencer conference where my rivals and I are keynote speakers. I’m determined to prove the real Bexley Carter is not the evil omega they portray me as.

Out of money and down on his luck in a city that promised him a run of both, Tony turns to the one asset he knows he can sell: his honed, toned, dangerous alpha body, which looks surprisingly good covered in glitter. Well, not sell, exactly—that's a line Tony won't cross. Display? Gyrate? Flex? Whatever. It pays his bills, and that's all that matters. But one payment comes due sooner than expected, and when a slim, unearthly fae customer who can't seem to take his gleaming eyes off of Tony's . . . assets . . . presents him with the timely opportunity to make a little extra?