She's the reason the heart of my family had been torn apart. Because that night, I'd chosen to save her. [Cover Design by Ren Tachibana]

[Edited Version] “You ever think about letting your hair loose?” Ashton asked, his breath kissing Amor’s neck as they waltzed. “My hair’s fine,” Amor snapped in annoyance. Ashton chuckled. “That’s not what I meant.” His hands slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and her breath caught. “What are you doing?” She uneasily glanced around at the dancing couples. “Giving a new meaning to dirty dancing,” he replied quietly. And he entered her. [Cover by @zarawhite]

There was nothing particularly extraordinary about Rachael Martin as far as she was concerned. She was just an average omega with ordinary ambitions, an ordinary life, and what she thought was an ordinary scent. Jason Bulter was not an ordinary alpha. Imbalanced in more ways than one, all he wanted to do was live his life without his biology getting him into trouble. Unfortunately for him, scent compatibility was likely to get him into a lot of it. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Highest Ranking: #4 My eyes were wide as I slowly got to my feet, turning to yank the dagger that was embedded down to the hilt in the wall, where my head was moments ago. "What the fuck was that for?" I said in shock, completely flabbergasted as I stared at him with a bewildered look on my face. Judging by the shocked expressions on Elliot and Dylan's faces, it looked like they hadn't expected their Alpha to throw a fucking dagger at my head either. Heath flashed his teeth at me in a smile that was more predatory than pleasant. "Just making sure your arm isn't going to be a hindrance to our rescue mission." My jaw dropped. By throwing a fucking dagger at my head? Enraged, I let the burst of anger spur my next actions, and before anyone could so much as twitch, I was across the room, toe-to-toe with Heath, one hand fisting his shirt and pressing him against the edge of the desk and the other holding the blade of the dagger at his neck. I applied the slightest pressure on the blade, shallow enough it wasn't lethal, at least not for a werewolf, and deep enough so blood welled up at the thin cut. "Just making sure this isn't silver," I said mockingly, and I didn't hide my smirk when the wound didn't heal over. "Oh wait," I widened my eyes, feigning shock, "this is silver." I flashed him a wicked grin, completely unrepentant, and his eyes were a thunderous black as he looked down at me. "Oops," I smirked. "My bad."

Aurelia, a Noble Roman woman, had heard of the savage British tribes, their mystic Celtic ways, and the battles the Roman army was fighting against them on their shores. The battles her soon-to-be Husband, Quintus Acquilla, was fighting in the name of the Eagle. But she could not have predicted that, when she crossed the ocean to be with him and fulfil the marriage contract between their families, she would be captured by a Barbarian War Lord and made to be his War Prize...