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They took everything from me. Time to return the favor. A few months ago, I was just a regular nineteen-year-old girl. Now I'm trapped at a remote college and held at the mercy of three savage bullies. No one can see through the Serpents' Adonis-like disguises. Except me. I've never felt this alone before. This terrified. This...furious. These three murderers stole everything from me. They think the humiliation, the degradation, the suffering they've put me through has left me broken? Guess again, Serpents.

Everbound University is the mandatory graduate school for anything that goes bump in the night. Not going isn’t an option unless you want to be hunted down for illegally inhabiting the mortal world. All legacies—the descendants of the Four Houses—are required to attend because we’re all cursed, and the only way to break our curses is through binding our hearts in a quintet. Becoming part of a quintet is a dream come true. Destiny fulfilled. A gods-given, merciful blessing. For me, it’s a hard pass. I can’t be bound to anyone else. Trust me, it wouldn’t end well.

Disability advocate Pen Meadows is on a mission; grab a breakfast sandwich, find her gate, and listen to her smutty audiobook. Only, the sexy, tall man in front of her at Tim Hortons may prove a worthwhile distraction. His soft Irish lilt and mix of gruff sweetness make Rowan Iverson unlike any man she’s ever met. After a brief meet/cute, and even briefer goodbye, the social media influencer ends up seated beside Rowan on a cross-country flight.

The Gods split the skies and rained down tyranny upon the mortal realm long ago. Ever since then, the only thing worse than being human is being of Divine Blood. For someone like me—an undocumented God child, indebted to the Underworld Assassination Guild—that means only one thing: A life in the shadows. Or so it should have been . . . until Mortal Gods Academy. Until them.

What do you do when your worst enemies go down on their knees and invite you to the prom? I said yes because I'm still naïve enough to think that savages can be tamed. It's going to take a lot of groveling before I can forgive the Serpents for what they've done to me. I'm hoping this dance is their way of calling a truce. More likely, it's a trap. A school dance is the perfect place for them to orchestrate the ultimate public humiliation. Only one way to find out.

Like many girls, I too used to dream of fairytales. Until that illusion was shattered, and I saw firsthand just how cruel life could be. Now I just wished my nightmare would end. The life I knew ceased to exist as I suffered at the hands of my stepmother, who hated me. I fought to escape and once I did, I thought life would become normal again, but that couldn't have been further from the truth. Tragedy was woven in my bloodstream, hiding in my DNA structure. I had a sliver of peace before it all went to hell again.

The Family killed my father. Destroyed my mother’s life. Now its crown prince wants me. I grew up in The Family, but I’m no mafia princess. I’m the castaway they threw crumbs to after my father’s murder. Now Joey LaTorre shows up at my door and won’t take no for an answer. He’s the bad boy I crushed on as a teen–Dangerously handsome. Deliciously dominant. But I can’t fall for a man like him. I won’t.

I’m a lone wolf, and I like it that way. Banished from my birth pack after a bloodbath, I never wanted a mate. Then I meet Kylie. My temptation. We’re trapped in an elevator together, and her panic almost makes her pass out in my arms. She’s strong, but broken. And she’s hiding something.

They call them the Serpents. Knox, Mason, Silas. These sick, twisted psychos are the untouchable elites at Cinderhart Academy. I'd never get involved with such dangerous guys despite how gorgeous, rich, and influential they are. But after I witness them committing a sadistic crime, I'm dragged kicking and screaming into their dark, depraved world. If they plan to break me, they're late to the party.

Sorry, Printsessa, freedom isn't in the cards for you. You're mine now. I came for revenge. The Tacone Family wiped out the Chicago mafiya. My bratva. My family. So I captured their little sister. Now that I have her, I don't want to let her go. I'd rather keep her forever - my captive bride. They'll pay a dowry instead of ransom. At the end of the day, the girl and the fortune will be mine. Because I'll never relinquish their queen of clubs.

I am an alpha wolf, one of the youngest in the States. I can pick any she-wolf in the pack for a mate. So why am I sniffing around the sexy human attorney next door? The minute I catch Amber’s sweet scent, my wolf wants to claim her. Hanging around is a bad idea, but I don’t play by the rules. Amber acts all prim and proper, but she has a secret, too. She may not want her psychic abilities, but they’re a gift.

I warned you. I told you not to set foot in my casino again. I told you to stay away. Because if I see those hips swinging around my suite, I’ll pin you against the wall and take you hard. And once I make you mine, I’m not going to set you free. I’m king of the Vegas underground, and I take what I want. So run. Stay the hell away from my casino. Or I’ll tie you to my bed. Put you on your knees. Break you. So come to me, beautiful, if you dare....

I own you now. Desperate and alone, I strike a bargain with a mafia boss. I make myself available to him, he pays my bills. I’m his beck-and-call-girl. He’s my sugar daddy. Bobby Manghini owns me–that’s our arrangement. Giving myself to him is easy. He may be older, but he’s sinfully sexy. Skillful in bed.

The lovely attorney kept a secret from me. A baby she’s been carrying since Valentine’s night. The night we were thrown together by the roulette wheel. She never contacted me. Meant to keep me in the dark. She’s about to find out what happens when you cross a bratva boss. Punishment is in order. Sequestering until the birth. And I’ll use that time to win her surrender. Because I don’t just plan to keep the baby - I plan to make his mother my bride. And it would be much better for both of us if she were willing.

I’ve spent my life in the lab, researching the cure for the disease that killed my mom. No late nights out, no dates, definitely no boyfriend. Then Sam breaks into my lab, steals my research, and kidnaps me. He’s damaged. Crazy. And definitely not human. He and his friends are on a mission to stop the company that’s been torturing shifters, and now I’m a part of it. Sam promises to protect me. And when he touches me, I feel reborn. But he’s hellbent on revenge. He won’t give it up.

I didn’t order the capture of the beautiful American she-wolf. I didn’t buy her from the traffickers. I didn’t even plan to claim her. But no male shifter could have withstood the test of a full moon and a locked room with Sedona, naked and shackled to the bed. I lost control, not only claiming her, but also marking her, and leaving her pregnant with my wolfpup.

I've become a monster. I hear blood moving in people’s veins. Scent their emotions. I want to feed. To hunt. To mate.... I'm no longer a human - my life is over. I've left everyone I love. I've gone rogue from the CIA. My only hope is my handler. Annabel gray is tough enough to face my monster. If I lose control, she won't hesitate to take me out. But I'm not the only predator out there. Someone's hunting Annabel.

My alpha ordered me to keep away from humans. My wolf is highly unstable. Nearly feral. I can’t be trusted around civilians. Certainly not with the lovely kindergarten teacher whose scent drives me wild. But she needs a fake boyfriend for a weekend wedding trip. A big guy to intimidate her ex. How can I refuse? I won’t be directly disobeying an order, because it won’t be a real date. It will be a nice clean mission. We’ll have separate rooms. I’ll keep my wolf on a tight leash. And no matter how much I want to, I will not mark and claim the sweet human as mine.

I’ve got a problem. A big, hairy problem. An enforcer from the Werewolves Motorcycle Club broke into my house. He thinks I know the Werewolves’ secret, and the pack sent him to guard me.

She’s the one girl this player can’t have. A human. I’m dying to claim the redhead who lights up the club every Saturday night. I want to pull her into the storeroom and make her scream, but it wouldn’t be right. She’s too pure. Too fresh. Too passionate. Too human. When she learns my secret, my alpha orders me to wipe her memories. But I won’t do it. Still, I’m not mate material - I can’t mark her and bring her into the pack. What in the hell am I going to do with her?