Pierce Charming Academy

Fate stamped her file: rejected. Fawn Seaborne stamped it: watch me.

After ten months at Pierce Charming Academy, Agent 555 has no mission, no rank, and a discharge letter sealed in gold. Her father—the general who rebuilt half of civilization—calls her a liability. Dom, the academy’s sharpest knife, calls her a scared little fawn. Fate, apparently, doesn’t want her at all.

So she steals a seat on an alpha drop.

The world waiting for her is no training sim. It is a cursed north of Viking kings, dragon witches, and a target everyone else was sent to seduce: Rok Magnus, Destroyer of Men. Something is eating him from the inside. Every monster on the continent can already smell the Fury sleeping under Fawn’s skin. The first one to catch her gets to decide what she becomes.

She was never supposed to touch the target. She was never supposed to heal him. And she was never supposed to look at the man under the curse and realize the mission—and her heart—just went catastrophically off-book.

Rejected by Fate. Hunted for her power. Falling for the one man she was warned not to love.

Agent 555 isn’t going home.