Résultats pour "Roxy" dans Fantasy

Orphaned at a young age, taken in by a family of bears, Roxy was accepted as one of them. Though she wasn't. She was a raccoon.
He had watched her grow up. His Bear recognized her as his mate. But she was too young. He needed to separate himself from her, so Trey did the honorable thing. He left. Trey waited until the time was right to return to claim his mate, but Roxy was gone. What neither of them expected was her to be caught by a scientist with conflicting agendas.

Every famous love song has been written by an alpha for an omega. As a beta, I've never expected to be anyone's muse. I'm happy to stick in the background—and with a past like mine, it's simply safer avoiding the spotlight. That changes the day I learn my long-lost brother is Stix Rain, the drummer for one of the biggest rock bands in the world. We lost touch when we went into foster care. He ran away, I stayed, and I still carry the scars from growing up alone. I have so many questions for him—until I discover he died three months ago.

It's been six months since we took down the Tower, ending the violent rule of the Dark River Pack in New York. Life is better than I've ever known it, living on my father's estate in Boston with my fated pack. But the shadows of the past hang over us, and Arben, my dark prince and guardian of our pack, rarely makes it home. He's hunting down the last of our enemies, while we work on our bonds and provide shelter for the first group of omegas rescued by the Underground. Then, duty calls and we have to leave home to help my dad set up an alpha council.

I woke up with no memory and a child growing in my belly. The kind healer calls me Elif, and the handsome merchant Sinan looks at me like I'm his salvation. I should be grateful for this peaceful life, for gentle touches and soft words. But my dreams are full of dark eyes and consuming darkness. My hands know how to kill even when my mind doesn't remember why. And when the Shadow Lord comes for me—claiming I'm his wife, his property, his obsession—my body recognizes what my heart has forgotten. He says I belong to him. He says I'm carrying his heir.