Book 3 of The Fated Chronicles Nikola Amorenia has only ever known one thing for certain throughout his entire life - that Hagen Calderon was his. His to own, his to spoil, his to love, and his to control. His. Nikola wants nothing more in life than his other half, but his mate doesn't want him. Hagen Calderon doesn't want Nikola. He doesn't want his affections or his desperate attempts at ownership. He never did and never will. But after all these years, Hagen can't deny that even if he doesn't want Nikola, he is his mate. Now, Nikola's finally of age to claim him, which means Hagen's out of time and excuses. For the first time in their lives, Nikola doesn't have to hold back. Hagen thinks he'll break him, Nikola just might, or maybe...Nik will be the best thing to ever happened to him

« You think you're being smart challenging me like this. » « No, but if you think I'm afraid of you, you're wrong. » « I won't be. » . . . Akara isn't a great student. The school he goes to is prestigious and hosts to a very different sort of student than Akara. It's why after years of skipping school and being generally absent during classes it shouldn't be a huge surprise that they send the school prefect, Jacob, out to babysit him. Much to their displeasure. When his friend Amir pisses off the rich school bully Atlas by stealing his phone and making him chase him all the way to the skate park tensions naturally rise between the boys and it doesn't exactly help when Akara tries to return the phone but ends up running away with it as well. Caught between pissing off a bully and the school prefect Akara's going to have a lot on his plate this year.

Life is unfair and cruel. That is at least what Lane has learned growing up in his haughty feline pride. Born in a society that preaches perfection and condemns any flaw, Lane is lucky to have made it past his childhood. He was the pride's biggest flaw, a cruel reminded to the arrogant shifters that even with their pure bloodlines, something could still go wrong. Lane was born partially blind after an incident that claimed his mother. And now he had the whole pride sniffing at his heels. Soon enough, they would unleash their furry.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.

"You make me want to keep dancing, even when the music stops." • • • Ever since her father died of a stroke while she was dancing for him, Fiona has been afraid to dance in front of others. She closed up her talent behind locked doors and only dared to dance to the mirror; There was nobody she could hurt when she was alone. So what happens when the mirror suddenly reveals another person that catches her as she's about to lose footage in a pirouette? Someone who dares her to dance with him, to step outside her comfort zone. Life-happy Adam sees a lost but gifted girl, afraid to show her talent. Her life has been standing still for so long, she's turned into a dancer without movement. So what does he make her do? He makes her pirouette.

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

"We could be more than just friends, Soph." • • • He was a player with the brain of a genius. She was his best friend, the only one who could resist his charm. And yet... - Hold on to your panties, because a genius is loose.

With the threat of Randall Scott now eliminated, Frank is cautiously hopeful that life with Alec-and Sheriff Dennis Hawkins-can be a comfortable life of love and relaxation. As things settle down, Frank contemplates resuming Alec's therapy, desperate to get to the core of Alec's origins. His plans are temporarily derailed when Ron and James make a surprise visit. As Frank struggles with the tension of having his observant best friend in close quarters with "Zeke"-new risks to their peace and safety are quietly building in and around the town of Coldbrook. Risks that Alec means to annihilate before they inflict harm upon the doc... or the sheriff.

Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"