I used to be a cop, and now I kill people for fun. Yeah, yeah I know. Never admit to your crimes. But you don't know who I am. To you, I'm just words in a blurb. Besides, I don't plan on living that long anyway. The system has failed us. There is no justice. So, before I go, I'll be the justice. You know. AKAB. All Killers Are Bastards, or however the fuck the saying goes.

What happens when you discover that the shadows don’t hide the monsters you should fear, but the ones who will save you? I come home to discover the ultimate act of betrayal by the one person who was meant to love and protect me. My father sold me to the Russian Bratva, in exchange for a debt he could not pay, his apology a text message as he fled the country. Enter Nikolai Petrov, tall, dark and handsome, the Bratva leader’s son, and my childhood crush. Also the man who has won me, who has paid the price for me in blood and expects a return in kind.

Welcome to Lionswood Prep, the world's most elite boarding school. Here, old money reigns supreme, and if you can't flaunt your weight in designer labels, you'd better get used to sitting alone. As a poor scholarship student, I know these rules better than anyone. I've perfected the art of pretending I don't envy my classmates' limitless wealth just as well as I've mastered blending into the background.

Three years. Three years at the Omega Center, learning everything I need to learn, becoming the omega that they say we're supposed to be. You know what else they say? That we'll find our pack, our alphas, while here. There hasn't been an omega yet that's walked through those doors and not walked out ready to bond with their intended packs and alphas. The exception being me. I haven't found my pack. On my last night at the Center, however, I catch a scent that nearly drives me crazy. I found them there. Syn and Kian. And that scent around them that makes my knees weak?

Hey, Over here. No, look up. Yeah, I’m the one they talk about. The headmaster’s prized possession, locked away in the bell tower of the abandoned church. To most of the students I’m just a myth. An urban legend. The girl who rings the bells up in the tower, the one who talks to gargoyles. The Archbishop’s secret.