Lorcan Tiarnan Riordan Cillian. Four brothers. My lords. My mates. They gave me life, riding me of my mortality. In exchange, they took my soul and my body, but not my heart. When they found me dying by my burning car, my heart was already dead. It had been a perfect day. I was going to tell my husband that I was pregnant with his child. But when I walked in on him and my best friend in bed, everything shattered. The rage consumed me and the pain killed me. My car got wrecked in an accident and I knew I was going to die. Until they came, and bit me, turning me into one of them, and I’ll die before I let them make me their breeder.

I'm the Omega no one looks at. Alpha Kier doesn't even know I exist. But I've been in love with my Alpha since I was a child, watching him always, day dreaming of him, making wishes on dandelions and wishing stars that he'll be mine someday. That he'll notice the girl who cleans his room, or cooks his meals. Mother used to say if I kept reaching for the heavens, I'd get there. Alpha Kier is my heaven, and I am sick of waiting around and reaching for him. He will make me his Luna. Why? I plan on stealing his heart.

Following a heartbreak from my betrothed and the man I have loved all of my life, I leave my home and family behind, seeking solace in the Realm of the Humans. Having no qualifications to live in a world bound by stupid rules has me jumping at an absurdly good offer to be the personal assistant to a top class business man. And my first assignment is delivering his forgotten wedding rings to the event. Astrid Blackwood thinks she has the worst luck. I top that bar. I found my mate. My boss, standing at the altar, exchanging vows with a puny human woman I could break in half if I wanted to. I flee, fingers clutching the damned ring boxes. He leaves his fiancée at the altar, chasing after me, but it makes no difference to me. I have had my fair share of rejections and I can't take anymore of it. So, I reject him, before he can do the same to me. But rather than cower in pain, he cracks a grin that makes my stony heart stumble, and leans forward, several feet taller than me. "And you're fired."

"That is enough now," I say, standing to my feet shakily. "That is as much of your lies that I can take." He is quiet for a moment. He walks to where I stand by the bed and fingers reach for me. I jerk back, trying to get away before he can touch me, but he is fast. Very fast. His fingers grasp my neck and I scream when he leans in sharply and sinks his teeth into my neck, marking me. How I got here? I have no blathering idea. I'm a Werewolf. The only Werewolf in a school of Lycans. I know what you're thinking. Aren't werewolves and Lycans the same? Trust me, they are not. It wasn't supposed to go this way. I should be in the Academy for Werewolves. I should be worshiped as the Alpha King's daughter and treated with love and respect. I should be threading the halls with my mate, hands entwined. But here I am, eating dirt from the hands of the hottest, meanest male in school. Rune Wilder, son of the Lycan King. It doesn't make it any better that the Goddess's Prophecy is upon us. The Hekate, Bringer of All Ruin has awakened. I must work with the bastard Lycan Prince and the students at the school--who would totally love to spit on my corpse--to prevent the annihilation of our people with the return of the Hekate. I hate this stupid school. I hate the prophecy. I hate the Lycans. I want an out of this, but I have none. Can it get any worse? Oh yes. The Hekate wants me.

She took his hand, leading him back to her wet sex but he drew back, pulling the fabric down to cover her slick thighs. She frowned. "What is it, Cian?" Adjusting the neckline of her dress, he said, "The things I plan to do to you require the privacy of my home. I will fuck you tonight, lass, and you will scream my name for the entirety of it."When Ivette King's long-term boyfriend proposes to her, in a bid to find some semblance of peace, she takes a step in the wrong direction. A one-night stand with a rival. A mistake, she called it. An unforgettable experience, he begged to differ.