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I am many things, but a supernatural being is not one of them. At least not until a crescent mark appears on my wrist and everything changes. I’ve been marked by a wolf goddess, yet no one knows what that means, myself included.

All my life Id been nothing more than the alphas daughter. After twenty-two years of that existence, I finally leave my pack, intent to figure out who I am. Except a week into my newfound freedom, I discover that dragon shifters exist. Not only that, but the first one I stumble upon turns out to be my mate. One I don't want and never asked for. Its not like Cillian is bad on the eyes or that I'm repulsed by his grumpy demeanor. In fact, everything about him is rather appealing. He just wasn't part of the plan.

Ten years ago, one bad choice lost me my pack. Since then, I’ve been a rogue wolf, and I’m content to stay that way until the Moon Goddess shows up and tells me to find my mate.

After being exiled from the only home I’d ever known, I swore to never return. So, when a distractingly handsome and alluring fae shows up asking me to do just that, my answer is "no". Except once I discover the identity of his enemy, I find myself pulled into a battle I thought I’d never fight. One that forces me to face a few of my own demons and makes me second guess every choice I’ve made since meeting Finn Barlow.

Within this book you'll find three standalone books: Christmas Mates, Fractured Mates, and Shattered Mates. They are the final stories written within the Mystics and Mayhem universe and the perfect ending to this intriguing world.

A broken mate, a determined wolf, and a bond that can’t be broken. For six years, River has been missing. It doesn’t matter that we only knew each other for mere weeks before he disappeared. He’s my fated mate and everything I’ve done since he’s been gone has been to get him back.

I had one job - kill the king, and I failed. I’d once thought ending King Zephyr’s reign would be enough for me to move beyond my past, but the longer I’m within the fae realm, the more I realize nothing is as simple as I’d hoped. My first attempt to take down the castle might have been unsuccessful, but I refuse to accept defeat. The only problem...sea creatures and unknown fae insist on getting in the way, and my path back to the castle proves harder than I like.

It’s not every day you find out you’re a witch mated to a wolf. To be fair, I was already beginning to question if magic might be real. I know, it sounds crazy—but what other explanation is there for this strange glowing light coming from my hands? When a couple of witches attack me, I’m thrust into a life that was stolen. Erased. Turns out there’s a lot more than magic that’s been waiting for me. All I have to do is take the chance and embrace it. But can I give up everything I am for a coven and soulmate I never knew existed?

For the last seven years, I’d been certain of my purpose and what I desired most in this world. At least I was until Maciah West inserts himself into my life, telling me I’m the one thing I hate most in this world: a vampire.As crazy as I find his revelation, I decide it’s better to indulge this particularly sexy vampire. All while trying to deny the way he makes me feel and the words he insists are true. It isn’t until my past finds its way back into the present that I begin to realize I no longer have a choice in believing Maciah.

Facing fate just might be a death sentence. Cait: With a deadline set by the Supernatural Council, I have less than a month to figure out how to remain out of their grasp. Being their magical slave isn’t part of my plan. As the clock keeps ticking, I focus on Roman and the growing bond between us. No matter what happens, I know that as long as we stay together, everything else will find a way to work itself out...that is if nobody tries to claim what’s mine.

One bright idea. One holiday. Lots of chaos. Cait wants to have the perfect Christmas, but Roman thinks she’s possibly lost her mind. Then, when nothing seems to be going right, she just might agree with him. But freak snowstorms, Grinch-y wolf shifters, missing dragons, and new mate bonds won’t stop the festivities.

Life as a guardian isn’t for the weak. For the last few decades, I’ve been working alongside my two best friends Ryland and Oliver. We’re the top guardians in Arvayta, so it should have come as no surprise when we’re summoned to complete the deadliest of tasks. Darkness has taken over the dragon territory and it’s up to the three of us to stop it. Only the fates haven’t given us much information to go off and we have no idea what we’re walking into when we enter the Otherworld.

I risked everything to keep my best friend alive and now…I’ve not only lost my fated mate, but I’ve willingly become a prisoner. Shrouded in darkness and isolated from the world, I have all the time to consider my next moves. Yet, there are only two things I can focus on… Getting back to Cillian and making sure that at some point soon, Knox ceases to exist. Whether that’s by my hand or someone’s else’s, I don’t care. It just needs to be done.

I am many things, but a supernatural being is not one of them. At least until a crescent mark appears on my wrist and everything changes. I’ve been marked by a wolf goddess, yet no one knows what that means, myself included. On top of that, I find out my best friend is a werewolf and her pack alpha is my supposed mate.

Accepting fate is the only way forward. I thought I knew what I needed, but all it took was one kidnapping and a near-death experience to show me how wrong I’d been. Wrong about my new life, the people in it, and who I was supposed to be. I’m finally the supernatural I was meant to be - even if things hadn’t gone as planned. Now, it’s time to release my control and see what happens when I let go.

I had a plan, then fate laughed in my face. Three years ago, I was banished from my home for protecting my family. I’ve had to learn to survive on my own, while also heeding my mother’s warnings. “Never let anyone know who you truly are.” Which proves almost too easy for me to do until my fated mate stumbles out of a newly opened portal.

This was supposed to be an easy job. One where I took out a magic-crazed witch, got my reward, then went about my business. Except when I find my target, things get complicated quickly. Kinsley isn’t just any mark. She’s my mate. One I don’t want. Only the longer I’m with her, the more I realize that Kinsley might be telling the truth. That maybe I was lied to when I took this job because one thing I know for sure…my mate isn’t a witch. She’s the shifter heir to a house that will sooner take her life than welcome her in.

To Raegan Keyes, she's the only one of her kind, but has no idea what she is, until the night she finds out her unexplainable abilities aren't the only thing she needs to worry about. Suddenly, her world becomes much bigger than she ever could have dreamed. When a mysterious man named Enzo arrives, too striking to be human, Raegan learns she's not as alone as she had believed. As more secrets are revealed, she's swept off to an academy for others like her thousands of miles away from home by a complete stranger whom she'd rather stab than travel with.

I thought when I buried Thane—literally—that the worst of my problems were over, but a decade later, and he’s still haunting me. When his father decides to finally seek retribution for his son’s death, I’m back on the run. Worse, my pack can’t protect me. Only I can take care of myself. At least that’s what I tell myself until I meet another wolf shifter. One possibly as stubborn as I’ve become.

A future to accept. An enemy, or two, to stake. I had a plan. One that included avenging my family and slaying as many vampires as I could in the process. Every choice, every step, they all led me closer to my vengeance. Except plans don’t always go the way we want. Especially when I have to accept that - no matter how long I put it off - I’m going to become the very thing I hate most in this world: A vampire. Though, as I find myself falling for Maciah, I realize that maybe my heritage isn’t the death sentence I first assumed.