Grey wants Freya. Tatiana just wants the best for Grey. Freya wants... everyone it seems. But what if what's best for Grey isn't Freya at all? And what if he's so blinded by his unrequited love that he let's a good thing pass him by? Will he recognize it for what it is or continue to want a woman he'll never have?

Kolton, the second oldest of the Reifenberg royal family, doesn't want a mate. At least, not for now. He had always been independent, pushing the boundaries of what was expected of him. Eliza DeWitt comes at the wrong - and just the right - time for him to realize that everything he wanted was what everyone had told him all along. Eliza. Fuck. Her hair was down and curling in soft waves to her waist. Kolton's hands itched to touch it, and he gripped the underside of the table until he felt it groan beneath his hands. Letting go before he broke the table, he almost ran from the room. Long locks of dark red swept over Eliza's shoulders, making Kolton stiff as a brick in his trousers. He looked around the table to see everyone chatting, a large grin on Lexi's face as her eyes swept the table, landing on Eliza, then Kolton. Eliza was wearing a long green evening gown, her hair spilling over her shoulders and over the curve of her breasts. The color of the dress was a deep emerald green, and matched her light skin tone perfectly, complimenting her hair and the light blue of her eyes. He watched as Eliza pushed a stray lock behind her ear, and more of the soft swell of her breast was revealed. Kolton averted his eyes, afraid she might spill out of her top and his dick would punch a hole through the table top. This was fucking torture.

Book 4 of The Claimed Series Lena and Webb planned a life together. When Lena's mate passed after a short courtship, Webb had taken it upon himself to pick up the pieces and stitch her back together. Years later, Webb and Lena are together and wanting to start a family of their own, but when a new member returns to their community, all their hopes of forever together are dashed and Lena is left to make a terrifying and heartbreaking decision. "Hey." I turned around, not to see someone young, just barely out of his teens, but a grown man. A grown man looking at my Webb like he could lick him all over like a dripping soft-serve ice cream cone. My smile faded as I took in Webb's serious countenance. Dead serious. No. No. Not now. I slipped the test into my back pocket. "Hi," I said. "Listen-" he started to say. "No," I interrupted. "I get it." I looked over at the strange man - my man's true mate - and stuck a hand out. "I'm Helena. Nice to meet you." Not. "Hugo," he said, taking my hand gently. "Hugo Fallon. Webb told me about your circumstances, and I'm so sorry-" "No need," I said, voice sounding stronger than I thought it would. I must be in shock. I'm numb. "I understood this could happen, so there's no apology necessary." I looked to Webb whose face was a mirror of my own. Sad. Regretful. If he only knew how regretful mine was.