He left her waiting for two years. No love. No goodbye. Not even a glance back. Now he's back to claim what's his. Lyra thought she could outrun the shadows - but some cages aren't built with walls. They're built with silence... and she never learned how to break free.

> He saw her once-and that was enough. Elena Rivers was just a waitress at a high-end gala she didn't belong to, filling in for someone else's shift. She didn't know her spilled glass of champagne would be the moment Damien Vale-billionaire, recluse, and dangerously obsessive-noticed her. He never spoke to her. Not then. But he watched. And when he wanted her closer, he made it happen. Now, Elena is working directly under him, unaware that the life she thinks she controls is already entangled in the hands of a man who doesn't just want her-he needs her. He's patient. He's powerful. And he's been planning this from the moment she walked into his view.

About to be sold to a cruel Pack Lord before her first shift, Elowyn Froste did the unthinkable-she ran. Her witchy bestfriend, Mia, helps her disguise. Now hidden behind chopped hair, magical scent blockers, and a fake identity, she's Elyan Froste: the newest recruit at Ashmoore's Training Academy. Her plan is simple-blend in, graduate, and disappear into a far place with certified lordship for good. But fate has other plans. Her dorm assignment? Baron Ortega. Youngest Alpha prospect in a generation. Arrogant. Obsessively competitive. And wildly handsome. Sharing a room with him was risky enough.... Until he started noticing things. The way Elyan Froste walks. Breathes. Feels. Smells. Baron doesn't believe in weakness. But he's suddenly haunted by dreams of his mate. He can feel them. Sense them. Fall for them. And every time he looks at Elyan, his wolf goes mad. Now, with secrets tightening like noose-ropes and heat building beyond control, Elowyn must survive the academy, hide the truth.... And avoid the one person she was forced to belong to. His Room. Her Secret. Some lies are impossible to hide when fate is watching.

She ran from a forced marriage and hid among killers. Disguised as a boy, Omega Selene Valeska sneaks into the Ironfang Alpha Academy, the last place anyone would look for her. But when one reckless show of strength lands her in the elite dorm, she finds herself rooming with the most dangerous Alpha-in-training. Cold. Merciless. Impossibly tempting. And the worst part? He's her mate. As brutal trials close in and her wolf fights the bond she can't claim, Selene must protect her secret-and her heart. Because if he discovers what she is, she won't just lose her freedom. She'll lose him.

Celestine Colton was a survivor, against the turmoil and abuse against the werewolf kind in a world run solely by humanised factions, she's a cuffed butterfly tied down to a name she does not know and a name she cannot fulfil until every question about her family, her choices and life is answered. Starting with Nicolai Darkling, a tormented reign of terror in a world he couldn't claim, on a throne he could not call his until a mating was made. Overthrowing both his siblings to a seat at the throne table, he held his dear mate close to his side, no matter how hard she tried to run. She was his, he was certain of it, even if deserving her was no longer on the table. If only they knew the truth of the wolf with the touch of the flame, that fire cannot kill the one who's blood is embedded with it. Only one did. A joke to Celestine, Alastair didn't cherish her, but tried to use her and Elias tried to force her hand. Her record for mates is almost diabolical. Love is not a liability. Nor is it a curse. It's a gift they should have cherished, not questioned. But is it too late. Not at Nocturne. Not at a school that needs Celestine and Athena more than most need air to breathe. It's time a new chapter was set in course, and to uncover what Celestine knows in her heart, it's to find herself first at a school with more secrets than the Bermuda Triangle. What will happen when something else comes to play? Or someone else.

My fate would no longer be dictated by the Gods and Goddesses that took shape in a world with more realms than known. I grew up in a society that shaped werewolf women inferior to feral men. Nicolai Darkling was no exception and neither was the men who raised me to be on the Werewolf council. He was a lie in the shape of a bond. A bond that many of you believed was genuine, and many of you thought I should have accepted. A rejection in a mate bond was never taken lightly. A bond the Kings and Queens of realms and ruins got wrong. There have always been two sides to one coin. The 'head' and the 'tail.' Some saw it as the one person owning one coin. Four coins, and only one lands on the good. The gods threw four coins on my fate. Or so I originally believed. Everyone else got one coin. So, why the fuck was mine an outlier in every realm? Nicolai Darkling, Elias Cardinal, Alastair Fawn...and Creed Legion. Who I now knew was Prince Creed Emberflame. Two of them harmed me more than I thought possible. Three of them are purebred royals who used me for their own self-righteous needs. Four claim to be mated to me. And only one of them is my true mate. My true name is Celestine Leviathan, House of Leviathan. Werewolf. Fire elemental. Survivor. The Houses in the elemental realm were demolished to form the four seasons and high kingdom.