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I’m a broken Omega. A hybrid wolf shifter An abomination to dragonkind. If these Alpha dragons find out, they’re going to send me back to the nomad lands… to die. They already suspect that I’m something “other.” Hence the evaluations and trials laid out before me. So when my Alpha guard offers me a set of magical gold coins, I try to use them to buy favor with the Royal Court. Except they want more. To survive, I strike a deal with my handsome guard—I’ll give him whatever he wants in exchange for more of his golden enchantments. There’s just one problem.

My life ended the moment the X-Clan found me. Bitten. Turned. And claimed by him. My genetic markers label me as a rare Omega. But inside, I'm all female alpha. And I will not heel. Not even to the Alpha of Andorra Sector. Ander Cain promises me protection. A new world of pleasure and pain. But he wants all of me in return. Even if it means taking me by force. I'll be damned if I give up my inner fight. I spent the last 21 years battling the walking dead. These wolves won't know what hit them when I'm through.

For years, I’ve just been Serapina the human. Now, I’m Sera the Mythos Fae Omega. And apparently I harbor millennia’s worth of secrets inside my soul. So not only am I trying to discover the memories hidden somewhere within my mind, but I’m also on the run...with three irresistible fae.

Welcome to Carnage Island. Home of brutal chaos. Blood and tears. And nefarious schemes. A half-breed. A reject. A wolf without a mate. My family doesn't want me. My alpha disowned me. And my mate rejected me. So I’ve just been given a new pack assignment. Carnage Island. Home to the worst of wolf kind. Vicious. Cruel beasts. Wicked deeds. I’m not one of them. But I’m not a Nantahala wolf either. I’m something distinctly other: an Omega trapped in an Alpha’s skin. One step toward my fate, and all the males turn their heads. I’m fresh meat. Property to be claimed.

I’m an Earth Fae who doesn’t belong here. They can play their little mind games all they want, but I’m going to find a way back to my elemental world. Even if it kills me. Except Headmaster Zephyrus is one step ahead of my every move. Prince Kolstov won’t stop cornering me. And Shadow—the reason I’m in this damn mess to begin with—haunts my dreams. My affinity for the earth is dying and being replaced by something more sinister. Something powerful. Something deadly.

I loved an Alpha once. An unattainable Elite. A former V-Clan Prince. I thought we had a connection. A unique bond founded on our shared values and aspirations. Then he broke my heart with a few choice words. He doesn't want me? Fine. I'll find an Alpha who does, which is how I end up on the stage being introduced as Candidate Thirteen of the Eligible Omega Mate program. Except, there's just one tiny problem—the Alpha who broke my heart is in charge of supervising the mating activities. Which means he's privy to every interview. Every date. Every kiss.

“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.

“Why am I naked and tied to a chair?” Because you’re in Hell, little rebel. My hell. Camillia De la Croix isn’t human. She’s a Halfling Hell Fae with a fiery spirit and a will that refuses to break. The rebellious beauty escaped my dungeon. Fled Hell. Then f--ked off to Fae only knows where. Now I’m paying the price of her little jaunt around the fae realms. Because her antics earned us both the wrath of the Hell Fae King. He blames me for allowing her to escape.

Juliet: It is my duty to obey, to give my body and blood to a vampire master until he no longer has use for me. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Follow the rules or die. I don't want to die. Darius: Twenty-two years of conditioning has crafted the perfect poison-a weapon my enemies won't see coming. I'll break her, train her, and use her to take down everyone who stands in my way. She's alluring. She's perfect. And she's mine.

Welcome to the Exiled Sector, home to the most lethal Alphas on the planet. These beings don't play nice with others. They've been banished. And a plane full of Omegas just crashed-landed on their isles.

The board has been set. The players have been chosen. Vivaxia tried to make Camillia a pawn in our eternal game—when she’s wrong about her. She’s not meant to be a pawn. She’s our queen. The Hell Fae Realm is in dire need of one, especially when rogue Virtuous Fae magic strikes. Who is an enemy? Who is being controlled? The last thing I want to do is punish the innocent, but that’s all part of Vivaxia’s game. She wants to hurt me, and deeply. That means dismantling everything I’ve built, finding ways to make all of the kingdoms turn on me. Had she planned for every outcome, she might have won.

Ribbons are fascinating. They curl and twine, yet unravel so beautifully. Especially when wrapped around a woman’s sensual form. Alas, I’ve woven so many intricate knots around Camillia De la Croix that I worry she’ll never allow me the privilege of untying her. My pretty little captive is stubborn. Powerful. So delectably perfect. I’ve wanted her for many moons now. To taste her. Captivate her. Dress her in ribbons and devour her. But just as I’m about to make my move, to finally show her who I really am, she’s taken from my grasp to a place I thought long destroyed.

Blood. Death. War. A dynasty destroyed, leaving me as the ultimate prize. I'm an unmated Omega Wolf, a princess destined to rule. But the remaining Alpha Princes all want to claim me, their brutal methods terrifying and cruel. I’ve spent the last century running and hiding in places where no one would think to look. Only he found me: Prince Kieran, the most powerful shifter of them all. Our game of hide and seek has come to an end. It’s time for me to submit...or to die fighting.

The God of Death says I’m his long-lost bride. His soul mate. An Omega who betrayed him two thousand years ago. He believes my memories are the key to our survival. Only, they’re memories I no longer possess. Because I’m not who he thinks I am. I’m Serapina, not Persephone. A human, not an Omega. And that knot he keeps talking about? Yeah, that’s not coming anywhere near me. Except Hades isn’t the only one threatening to claim me with his knot. Morpheus, the God of Dreams, says I belong to him, too.

My father enslaved me. Ruined me. Sold me. Left me to suffer. Until he rescued me. Alpha Sven Mickelson of Norse Sector claims to be my savior, to want me to live, and vows to protect me. But I know Alphas can’t be trusted. All he wants is my mating bond. To own me. To make me his.

"Happy birthday, Raven. Welcome to Noir Reformatory." Not what every girl wants to hear on her 18th birthday, but I accepted my fate long ago. I was born with black wings, earning me a permanent jail sentence from day one. A noir angel for life. That's fine. I'll own this prison just like I did back home. Even if it's ruled by two hot kings.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night.

Once upon a time, humankind ruled the world while lycans and vampires lived in secret. This is no longer that time. Welcome to the Clemente Clan. Be careful. We bite.

Il cadavere di un umano. Il marchio di un Succubo. Un decreto che rispedisce la colpevole all’Inferno. E la colpevole sono io. Mi chiamo Gwen, e sono un Succubo con problemi di autocontrollo. Ma non sono stata io a combinare questo casino. Adesso ho dodici giorni per dimostrare la mia innocenza. Nessun problema. Se non fosse per un piccolo dettaglio: i due sensuali demoni decisi a darmi una mano a scagionarmi. Lord Zebulon riesce a farmi venire voglia di buttarmi in ginocchio con una sola occhiata. E Zane di recente mi ha spezzato il cuore.