I should've known this vacation would be a disaster the second Tad suggested we visit my mom. We haven't been getting along for a while now- snapping over nothing, pretending everything's fine when it's not. And adding my mother to the mix? That was just asking for it. My mom and I don't do heart-to-hearts. We barely do small talk. She tolerates me, and I tolerate her. Barely. So being stuck in her house with Tad, who's suddenly all about healthy snacks and gym routines and pretending to be the perfect alpha, has been... a lot. Then I saw them. The Locke Pack. Caulder, Atlas, and Rowe. The boys I grew up with. The ones who knew me before everything fell apart. The ones I left without explanation. I didn't expect to see them, and I definitely didn't expect the way my whole body reacted to them. And when things finally blew up between me and Tad, when I couldn't keep pretending anymore... all of it came rushing to the surface. Not just the fighting. Not just the guilt. The feelings. For them. The worst part? I'm not sure those feelings ever really went away. Sometimes you have to let go of the wrong alpha to find your way back to the right kind of love. This story is a why-choose Omegaverse where the omega doesn't have to pick just one.

My name is Wren. I'm exhausted, under-caffeinated, emotionally unstable... and apparently mated to a god, a jealous alpha, and my teacher with arms thicker than my will to live.** I wish I was kidding. But nope. I got dumped at Hollowthorn Academy - a school for the powerful, the broken, and the chronically unwell - and now I have three dangerously hot soulmates fighting over me like I'm the last snack on Earth. And honestly? I kind of want all three. 🖤 **Ashriel** - The god in my head. No, seriously. He lives in my mind, talks in cryptic riddles, and acts like he owns my body. He's terrifying, obsessive, and somehow the only one who makes me feel safe when I'm falling apart. I think he wants to devour me. In multiple ways. 🖤 **Ryan** - The Beast. Alpha shifter. Growls when I look at other guys. Gets jealous of my cereal. Once threatened a chair for getting too close. He's chaos in a hoodie. But when he touches me, I feel like I could stop running. 🖤 **Theron** - My teacher. Yeah. That's going well. He's quiet, massive, and stares like I'm both a threat and his last meal. I know I should be scared. But I feel seen. Protected. Like he could hold all my broken pieces together... and snack on me while he's at it. Meanwhile, I'm stress-eating Honey Nut Cheerios and trying not to scream every time someone says I'm "chosen." There's something inside me. A mark. A power. A darkness. Everyone says I'm special. But I don't feel special. I feel like a haunted gremlin with abandonment issues and way too many men breathing down my neck. Still... maybe I could be more. Maybe I could fight fate, fall in love, and survive the wreckage of who I used to be. Or maybe I'll cry in the girl's bathroom and eat emergency cookies out of my bra. Either way... I'm not going down without snacks.

Dove Quinn is a orphan sweet innocent girl who was everything they weren't. A porcelain doll with blue eyes and a heart too pure for the world she was about to be dragged into, she still believed in love stories, unaware that hers had already been written in blood and obsession. They'd been watching her for a year. Three shadows lurking in the silence. The Santoro triplets- Blaze, Cain and Silas. A Mafia royalty. Billionaire tyrants who ruled the underworld with cold hands and colder hearts. No one crossed them. No one questioned them. And no one, ever, touched what belonged to them. And Dove? She was theirs. Always had been. She just didn't know it yet. For a year, they watched her innocence bloom, tracked her every dimpled smile, every routine, every friend she barely had. They stalked, waited, and were obsessed and waited till she turned eighteen then they took her.... In their world, love came in chains and kisses tasted like control. They didn't want her fear, they wanted her surrender. Slowly. Completely. And they would have it. Because Dove was the only soft thing they'd ever touch without breaking. But that didn't mean they wouldn't bend her. Over and over again. Until her innocence wore their names.

The end of the world whispers her name-but Sera refuses to listen. She's spent her life working hard, surviving, and keeping the world at arm's length. She doesn't have time for fairytales, fate, or the kind of soul-deep connections people write about in books. Until four strangers crash into her life, unraveling everything she thought she knew. Finn. Ajax. Kieran. Azrael. The Horsemen of the Apocalypse-ancient, lethal, and bound to her in ways no one truly understands. They claim she's theirs and that her power is awakening. They chase. Seduce. Crowd her until she can no longer breathe. She fights them each step of the way, but they won't have any of it. Her emergence is closing in, the world shifting simply because she exists. And the Horsemen? They're not just willing to chase her. They'll burn the world to keep her. A dark fantasy romance filled with tension, supernatural power plays, and a heroine fighting against fate. Perfect for fans of angst, found family, and devastating devotion.

A WHY CHOOSE NOVEL ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Can you break a few rules? Hunter Anderson, Garrett Reid, Blaise Dawson and Ashton Hernandez- they radiate power, enforce rules and look like damn greek gods while doing it. They basically run my school- quiet literally. I should keep my distance from them and follow the rules. I really should do as I'm told. I should be a good student, but I Violet Kaine am incapable of doing such. They are like different forbidden fruits in a tree and I fear I may be addicted to the idea of breaking just enough rules just to have them. ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BOOK 1 [ COMPLETED ] Word Count: 226K+ ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Started: 10/27/2021 Completed: 08/11/2022

A WHY CHOOSE NOVEL ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Can you withstand the pain and criticism? Hunter Anderson, Garrett Reid, Blaise Dawson and Ashton Hernandez are mine. They may be a little broken, hurt, and constantly distressed but they are unconditionally mine. They are mine but they have secrets. They are mine but have complications that they have been piling up throughout their lives. They are mine and I'm theirs but that doesn't mean we should be. How long can we pretend that living in lies is tearing us apart? How long till we realize that maybe we are better apart than we are together? How long till we ultimately break? ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - BOOK 2 [ ONGOING ] [SLOW UPDATES] [UPDATES: EVERY OTHER SUNDAY] ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Started: 09/16/2022