Then he shoved me back against the wall, pinning me with his body. "What are we doing?" I said pulling back breathlessly. "Too much fucking talking," he rasped, calm as hell even though his voice was wrecked.

Ever since the day I sent Max home from work because I thought he was slacking, only to find out he was suffering from a migraine, I've been unable to stay away from him. He's sweet, a little shy, and he's so eager to please. When we're in a meeting together and he fails to tell me he's suffering from yet another migraine and almost passes out from the pain, our whirlwind romance begins. I want to take care of him as badly as I need to take my next breath. But Max is hiding a lot of secrets--dangerous secrets. He's in desperate need of protection. And my obsession with him makes me the perfect man for the job.

Seventeen year old, human Oliver Blu was not expecting to move from Jacksonville, Florida to Sacramento, California. Especially not in the middle of the school year. What happens when Oliver's parents wanderlust not only brings him added on anxiety of having to start over, but also attracts three male alpha werewolves that claim him as their mate. And they will stop at nothing to have him.

When August was ten, he moved in with his dad and half-brother. That was also the unfortunate year he met Elijah Malone-his brother's best friend and the absolute bane of his existence. For four long years, the two were locked in a never-ending war of insults, side-eyes, and occasional near-violence. But by the time high school rolled around, they struck an unspoken truce: total mutual denial. They didn't talk, didn't look at each other, and definitely didn't acknowledge the shared history of chaos. It worked. Until it didn't. One night, during one of his brother's infamous parties, Elijah stumbles into August's room... and promptly passes out. In his bed. Yeah. That's when things get complicated.