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Being dumped sucks. Being dumped after four years and getting kicked out of the house? That sucks more. Sadly, I can't avoid him forever. Not when he's the best man in my sister's wedding. But like hell am I facing him alone. So how can a painfully single Omega get out of this mess? Not a clue, but I'll tell you what not to do. Ready? Don't hire a pack of male escorts to take you to the wedding. If you do, you can't sleep with them. No matter how incredible they smell or how well they treat you.

My stepbrother has my future mapped out. I'm going to be his pack's companion when he bonds his omega next spring. As a beta, he's tried to convince me it's the best I can hope for, even if it includes duties with his pack that make me shudder. But I want more. My dream job is to be a designer for House of Omega, the most elite luxury goods company in the world. A ruined interview dashes my hopes—until a chance encounter with a beautiful male omega, Max. He needs my help securing a wealthy pack, and I suddenly find myself tangled up with the Rose Pack, the owners of House of Omega.

I've been selected. One of forty Omegas from academies across the globe… a one in forty chance to be bonded into the royal pack. It has to be a mistake. The selection committee never would've chosen me. I don't even pay my own tuition. I'm a scholarship student from the bad side of town. I should know better than to hope, but after I meet the royal alphas, I can't help it. Kaz, Wolf, and Tai are everything I've ever wanted, and our bodies call to each other in ways we're powerless to control.

Losing my husband broke me, but crash-landing onto Nightmare Island might just kill me. This isn't just any island. It's where the feral are sent to die. The ones with nothing left to lose. And now, I'm trapped with the most vicious pack shifters alive. I've survived before—endured a forced marriage. But this? This is different. The wild shifters watch me from the shadows. Their glowing eyes track my every move. Their growls vibrate in the air. I'm their target. A prize to be claimed.

Being kidnapped by aliens is one thing. Being kidnapped by aliens and sent to a prison planet is something infinitely worse. Here in Haven’s prison system, I’m stranded among strangers, enemies, and the most ruthless criminals in the galaxy. There’s no safety for a human woman here, especially not one branded as a murderer. I’m doomed to a fate worse than death. Then, he decides I should be his. His name’s Jutari. He’s seven feet tall, blue, and horned.

Michael Cavalcante has one thing on his mind when he knocks on Izzabel Walsh's door at two in the morning, half-dressed and a bit toasted: fix the woman's heater and get back to bed. He vows never to cover for his maintenance tech again, especially after he gets tased and knocked out with a frying pan for his efforts. Izzy thought she was safe. She'd dyed her hair, changed her name, and moved 1,500 miles away, and still, they found her. When a member of her ex's motorcycle club knocks on her door in the middle of the night, supposedly to fix a perfectly good heater, Izzy panics.

Only one thing keeps me from turning this world into a nightmare...and that's the angel of a woman I've fallen in love with. Her purity and beauty are the only things that soothe my tortured soul. The world fears me. It doesn't matter if you're a human, orc, or dark elf—you shrink away in terror when I come into view.