Marigold Cathewulf is just an ordinary female wolf, living her life under the radar, until one day, out of some reason she still can\'t figure out, she is sold to the highest bidder by her own father. To him. Rhys Ethelwulf, the ruthless Alpha of the most vicious pack in the city. Marigold is not sure which one is worse, to be bought by him, or to be mated to him. Because frankly, after being claimed so intimately right in front of a big audience consisting of his pack of warriors and her own father, Marigold knows their destiny will forever be tied. He is a killer, ruthless, merciless, and in a world where you grow weak when you reject your own mate, Rhys uses Marigold for one thing only. To be caged for his own benefit, and to become his little perfect breeder of cubs. But, what happens after being held hostage, forced to see him sleep with different female wolves every night, and tortured beyond reason? Marigold snaps. She let Rhys defile her, ravished her, used her, and after the beast was satiated, Marigold escape him, knowing that she is carrying the Alpha\'s baby inside of her What will happen when Marigold runs away from the cruelest Alpha alive? Will fate bring them back together again, or will Marigold write her own destiny?

Eighteen-year-old Soraya D'Ashryn has spent her life hidden away, forgotten by her father and orphaned by her mother’s mysterious death. When she’s sent to the wild, mist-shrouded estate of her wealthy stepfather, she expects cruelty… not desire. Icarus Duskbane is cold, commanding, and twice her age. A man feared by the villagers and haunted by rumors — whispers that he runs with wolves, that he doesn’t age, that Moonhollow Manor is cursed. But none of that prepares her for the truth. Because the moment she steps inside his home, something ancient awakens. In him. In her. Between them. He watches her with hunger in his eyes, torn between the instinct to protect and the urge to possess. She’s no longer a child—she’s fertile, fated, forbidden. And when the bond between them begins to burn, no amount of guilt or control can stop what’s coming. Soraya's bloodline carries secrets—powerful ones. And Icarus? He’s not just a cursed Alpha in exile. Some sins are written in the blood. Some monsters don’t hide in the dark. Some sleep beside you.

What would you do if you knew that the Prince was your mate, but you were claimed by the King instead? That one particular night of winter changes everything for 19-year-old Margot Petrovski. One moment she is trying to steal a piece of bread from the street vendor; the next, watching with horror as she is dragged before the King. King Larkin Darkthorn. Black, shoulder-length hair pulled back to reveal a round, anguished face. Lidded blue eyes, set low within their sockets, watched terrifyingly over the hell they had fought for so long. He is the King and the ruthless leader of the Wolf Kingdom. The King finds himself troubled by the rebel pack; Night Pelt. Driven by their ambition for the throne, the King is threatened with only one heir. The Prince. Upon seeing Margot, the King quickly finds a solution. Margot Petrovski is the last of the Petrvoski family of the Anvil line. A powerful bloodline that births powerful Warriors. Following the steps of his old predecessors, King Larkin immediately claims Margot to breed so he can secure his bloodline. But, the kind and helpless woman knows that her life is over when she realizes that she is soul mates with the Prince. Prince Kaden looked every part of a noble Knight. Given his title, the Commander of The Deadchaser Warriors, he was in perfect character. His almond-shaped amber eyes watched, almost like studying every move. He is the Prince and the only heir of the Wolf Kingdom. Margot finds herself in the power struggle between the King and the Prince Alpha as they both vie for control of the kingdom. Loyalties are tested, alliances are forged, and betrayal lurks around every corner. Who will ultimately reign supreme in this epic battle for power? And who will win the heart of Margot Petrovski?

Ramona Alcatraz is only twenty and one of human age, but at the reaping age of eighty-seven adult Vampyr, she’s still debating whether it’s a good idea to go on a raging blood hunt or to follow her human therapist to count from one to five every time she feels like murdering someone. On the other side of the supernatural world, Prime Whitemane might seems old if you ask his age. Thirty and nine isn’t exactly the lowest number for human age. But he’s not human. He’s a powerful Crown Prince wolf, who is built like a brickhouse with a menacing growl, a deep permanent scowl, and a penchant for violence. When a one century Affiliation is threatened by a stupid plan to kill The King of the Wolves, both sides are desperate to keep the peace intact. Ramona is once again, the scapegoat to her kind, and Prime has no other choice but to keep his father’s legacy. But what happens when mortal enemies are forced into a peacekeeping alliance in a holy matrimony? It is unpredictable, ruthless, and a whole lot of intense passionate feelings. Keeping a bloody war from ever breaking out on two sides of the world, Ramona and Prime must do whatever it takes to return everything back to normal, even if it means fighting the rest of the supernatural world, dark magic, and the true shocking villain behind everything.