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The day I found my mates, I thought I'd found my home at last. Instead, I was kept from them and left to suffer. For months I clung to scraps of information, and I fell in love with each of them—Angel, Kai, Caspian, and Bane.

hey say I’m a duchess--an omega who rejected my mates. It’s a title that lends me wealth and power. A perfect life. Yet danger closes in, nameless and faceless: I'm hunted by a ghost from my missing past. Nothing I do is enough. Today, I do what I swore I never would--I search for a pack to protect me. I know the risk--that anyone I match will carry this threat too--but I’m alone, terrified, and no longer safe in my own home. I make the desperate choice and pay to match with The Institute’s most outstanding packs. Blessedly, one scent is undeniable. Irresistible. A match for life.

To the rest of the world, I'm a damsel; rejected by my own mates and bonded against my will. Now, I need them to see that broken omega, so easily underestimated, because it's up to me to save my pack. With threats closing in, time is running out, and if I can't find answers, I might lose Dusk, Ransom, and Umbra—the alphas I've fallen for. Alphas who have already had everything stolen from them.

I'm on the run from a cruel alpha—the leader of the gang I was traded to. For years, he kept me like a trophy, and each heat left me with scars—ones that mark the last secret I have left to protect. Now, he's found me, and my sanctuary—the High Roller club—is no longer safe. Just when I know I'm going to be dragged back to my worst nightmare, I stumble upon a pack I never thought I'd see again. A pack that's haunted every dream since the day I met them. Kyan, Zed, and Knight are brutal boys of the streets, and they're my mates, so falling into their arms for protection should be easy.

Blackmailed and claimed before the whole academy, the Kingsman pack stole me from my mates and kept my scent for themselves. Now, struggling to fit in in class, I only have one friend, and I’m forced to watch, every day, as my mates fall for her. But these alphas’ obsessions sink their claws deep, blurring right from wrong. Dusk, Umbra, and Ransom are flipping the script, and it’s making me wonder the impossible: Did they steal me from my dreams after all?

I’d fought and lost. Rejected, with my heat pushed off for the last time, I’m left to the cruel pack who see me as nothing more than an object. But is it possible the Crimson Fury pack will fight to get me back? Fragile and broken, I desperately cling to my last conviction: This time if I choose my mates, I’ll choose them for myself and not because of this dark bond. I’ll drag the alphas that enslaved me to the gates of hell before I let them steal that away. Last time, I had to convince my mates to fall for me. Now, it’s their turn.

I'm an omega left behind. I’m damaged, forced to hide my nature, with a scent that can turn alphas violent. I was told there would be no normal, no friends, or dream pack waiting in the distance. But I have one last chance at love. Tomorrow, at the academy ball, my scent blockers will fade. My mates—the ones I was told I would never have—will see me.

Bitten and bonded against my will, I’ve become a ransom for the celebrity alphas I scent matched. They're my last chance at freedom, and I have to make them fall for me before it’s too late. Sent into their home disguised as a Sweetheart—a beta companion for aggressive alphas without an omega—I’m forced to keep my status secret until they fall for me, or until my heat arrives. But I grew up obsessed with the Crimson Fury Pack; they aren’t just smoking hot celebrity actors, they’re kind and generous. I know I can convince them to save me.

I left Briar dead to rights in the trial. And guess what? She’s fine. She’s missing classes to hide her demon and spending the evenings with Axel. (Who saw that one coming?) The real problem for me, though? Something happened during the trial, something dark. I know it’s their fault, the prince, his mutt and the woman who ruined my life. So, I’m stuck with a form that demands blood (just lovely), and Locke Fang is hounding me to choose a source while he angles for Sylas’s territory. Not my business, right? So of course I’m caught right in the middle of it.