In a world where supernaturals exposed themselves, revealing an array of fantasy creatures, a complex hierarchy emerged among the rare races-shifters, fae, dragons, and formidable demons. Magic pulsed through their veins, power heightened in purer bloodlines, and all shared a commonality: the existence of mates, often within their own kind. An ordinary human, Anastasia, becomes an unexpected focal point when she discovers she is bound not to one but seven men, each the pinnacle of their supernatural lineage. These are no ordinary individuals; they are the most powerful among their races. As alliances are formed, and political intricacies unravel, Anastasia finds herself at the heart of a suspenseful narrative, where forbidden connections, untold secrets, and the impending clash between worlds create an atmosphere thick with anticipation. In this unfolding saga, bonds, both concealed and laid bare, hold the key to shaping the destiny of supernaturals and humans alike.

Aria is the beautiful, smart, and beloved daughter-praised by everyone and trusted with their father's company. But her twin sister, Alina, lives constantly in her shadow-unseen, uncelebrated, and forced to work under Aria's command. When Aria causes a major financial loss to a powerful, mysterious company owned by an unknown billionaire, their father is forced to pay a large sum in compensation. But it's not enough. In return, the company demands an unusual form of settlement: the CEO responsible must marry their CEO until the debt is cleared. To protect Aria, their parents make a secret decision. Alina is forced to marry the unknown CEO in Aria's place. She's terrified-of the marriage, the man, and the new life ahead. No one knows what he looks like, and he's never appeared in the media. He's a complete enigma. Alina's first night in the mansion is unsettling-she's kissed from behind by a stranger while humming a song known only to her and a long-lost love. The kiss stirs something in her, something painfully familiar. And when she finally meets her husband, Darren Blackwood, she's stunned. He looks familiar-too familiar-but she can't place him. As days pass, memories from eight years ago start surfacing. Clues hidden in the house, songs, and gestures slowly unravel the truth: Darren is the man who once loved her and vanished from her life. The heartbreak returns-but so does the spark. Their love story reignites, beginning with slow trust and deep emotion. But Aria, full of jealousy and rage, isn't done. She wages a subtle war to tear them apart, using lies and manipulation to destroy Alina's newfound happiness. Yet, against the odds, and despite the pain of the past, Darren and Alina prove that love-true, hard-earned love-can conquer even the deepest wounds and fiercest enemies.

Struggling to sell a single painting and drowning in student debt, Marisol Reyes, a fiercely independent but lonely artist in modern-day Chicago, is just about ready to give up on her dreams. When a mysterious storm crashes through her studio, she's pulled-brushes and all-into a world of primal beauty, where men can transform at will to different animals, cities are carved from stone and bone, and technology is nothing more than a fantasy. In this untamed realm centered around women and powered by instinct, Marisol finds herself at the center of the beastmen tribes. With no phone, no way home, and no clue how to survive in a matriarchal society where women must take multiple male consorts to stay protected, Marisol must quickly adapt-or risk becoming prey. Thrust into the spotlight, she must navigate between aggressive females, obsessive men, and unexpected desire. Armed with nothing but her creativity, courage, and the heart she wears on her sleeve, Marisol begins to uncover her place in this wild world. Maybe she doesn't need to return home after all... maybe she was meant to paint a new life here.

18+ Content Warning! *Completed* "If you tell me information on where my brother is, you'll both be free." He looks between us, his eyes dark. "Otherwise I'm going to take Dove upstairs and I'm going to fuck her." *** One night, Dove sneaks away. Deep in an unfamiliar pack, she attends the grandest party of the year hosted by the notorious Alpha Varian. There she in indulges in a night of sin at his hand, experiencing pleasure unlike anything she has felt before. However, Dove is the daughter of her own Alpha's war advisor. An Alpha she has had a torrid affair with for months, and who is Alpha Varian's enemy. When Alpha Varian's forces invade her home pack, she is whirled back into his clutches, where she learns the price of pleasure, and the inescapable bond forming between a man who is supposed to be her enemy.

𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 ☾ When a rogue stumbles onto a pack's land, belly ripped open and minutes from death, all she can hope for is a little mercy-and a chance to survive. All Rosie has ever known is life beside her so-called mate, the one who brutally claimed her as a teen and forced her to abandon her pack. Now, she's on the run, and he will stop at 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 to drag her back. If she wants to live, she has to keep running. Only, there's an infuriating Alpha that refuses to let her go. Of all the ways Luca fantasized of finding his mate, it was never like that- a rogue, bleeding out, barely clinging to life... And already bearing the claim of another, a male she believes to be her mate. Worst of all? She doesn't feel the bond, leaving him with a very one-sided need to sink his teeth into her. Yet fate is relentless. If Rosie wants the freedom she's fought so hard for, she'll have to see the truth for herself-that the male she calls her mate may not be the one fate intended for her. And Luca? He'll have to win her the old way. Not with the bond, but with 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. ☾ ☾ ☾ "You're not letting me go," she whispered, pulse hammering. Her fingers curled into fists. Fight. Run. But what was the point? He had already decided. And Goddess help her, she felt it in the way he looked at her. Like she was 𝘩𝘪𝘴 to command. How dare he? This was a sentence, not protection. But instead of terror, instead of disgust- her traitorous body 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥. Because he was breathtaking when he took command, when that raw, untamed authority bled from his storm-gray eyes, pinning her in place, jaw clenched like he was barely restraining himself. "𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙠𝙚."