Novels by Sami Yang

The silence after my outburst felt like a living thing—thick, pulsing, suffocating. I could hear the faint clink of silverware against porcelain somewhere down the table, but no one dared to speak. Every eye was on me. On us.Aiden’s jaw tightened, that barely contained rage shimmering beneath his calm facade. “We’ll discuss this privately,” he said in that low, dangerous voice that made my pulse spike. It wasn’t a suggestion—it was an order.I pushed back from the table, the chair legs scraping against the polished floor. “No. We’ll discuss it here. Since it apparently affects everyone.”Darius’s smirk was sharp enough to cut glass. “She’s got a point, brother. Secrets only fester when kept in shadows.” His gaze flicked to me, all heat and provocation, as if daring me to keep going.“Enough,” Kael growled, the deep rumble in his chest making the wine in my gla

The clink of cutlery against porcelain was the loudest sound in the room. Every scrape felt deliberate, like a silent warning to keep my mouth shut. The table stretched longer than I remembered, lined with flickering candles and polished silverware, but it still wasn’t enough to keep their eyes from finding me.All four of them.The Quadruple Alphas sat like carved statues at their places of power, each one positioned so I was boxed in. No matter where I looked, I caught a flash of dark eyes, a tightening jaw, the faint twitch of a finger drumming against the table.Killian — the eldest — sat at the head, his presence cutting through the air like frost. His every move was slow, deliberate. The kind of control that made you wonder if the beast under his skin was truly sleeping or just waiting for you to make a mistake.Ronan leaned back in his chair with false ease, one arm slung across the backrest. His lips curled into a smirk every time my gaze accidentally brushed over him, as if h

The day passed in a blur. I didn’t go to school. What was the point? Jason and Noah had betrayed me, and I wasn’t ready to deal with that mess. On top of that, I had zero interest in running into the quadruplets. I didn’t want to hear them calling me their mate or see those intense, possessive stares. So, I spent my day in bed, watching Netflix and pretending my life wasn’t falling apart. * * By evening, I was halfway through my third show when the doorbell rang. I hesitated. Nobody ever visited me. Slowly, I got up and walked to the door, my heart racing a little. I peeked through the peephole and almost jumped back. A man stood there, dressed in a sharp black suit, his posture stiff. He wore white gloves, looking more like a butler than a delivery guy. His face was unreadable—cold, almost scary. Before I could panic, my phone buzzed. A message from Mom. Sweetheart, take the package from the man. You’ll be meeting my fiance along with his

I slipped into the house as quietly as I could, using my extra key to unlock the door. The last thing I needed was Mom waking up and asking questions. The house smelled the same; lavender and vanilla, her favorites. I sighed, shutting the door behind me before tiptoeing upstairs. My body ached, my wolf was restless beneath my skin. Too much had happened tonight. The quadruplets, my mates. Even thinking about it made my chest tighten. I shoved the thought aside, stripped off my jacket, and collapsed onto my bed. Sleep came fast, but it wasn’t peaceful. My dreams were a mess of silver eyes, growls, and the warmth of a touch I wasn’t ready to acknowledge. * * * The next morning, the scent of bacon and coffee pulled me from sleep. My stomach grumbled in response. With a groan, I rolled out of bed, my body still sore—but healing quickly, thanks to my wolf. I padded downstairs to find Mom at the stove, flipping pancakes like everything was right with the world.

The car was huge. A black Rolls-Royce, shiny and expensive-looking, the kind of car you only see in movies. The seats were soft black leather, and the air smelled like expensive cologne. It was the kind of car that made people stop and stare. And somehow, I was inside it. Damon was driving, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. Dominic sat beside him, quiet as always, tapping his fingers on the door. Darius and Dante sat next to me, their presence filling the space like they owned it. The silence was cold. They thought I wasn’t okay. I could feel it in the way they kept looking at me, in the way the car ride felt so tense. I bit my lip, as I giggled out loudly. Darius frowned. “What’s funny?” I shook my head. “Nothing.” Dante raised an eyebrow. “You were just in a hospital bed, and now you’re laughing. That doesn’t seem like nothing.” I covered my mouth, but the laughter slipped out again. Jason. My ex-boyfriend. The one they probably thought bro

Pain. That was the first thing I felt. A dull, throbbing ache in my head, spreading down my body like an uninvited guest. My limbs were heavy, like they didn’t belong to me. The scent of antiseptic filled my nose, sharp and sterile, mixing with the faint smell of sweat from my own body, leaving me feeling disoriented. Where was I? I forced my eyes open, blinking against the harsh white light that seemed to mock my fragile state. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, so were the soft beeping sounds and the soft sheets wrapped around me. It was the sterile, indifferent environment of a hospital room, yet something about it felt…wrong. A hospital. The last thing I remembered was… Jason. Noah. The party. The Heartbreak. Then the car. The bright headlights. The impact— My chest tightened. I was supposed to be dead. Yet, here I was. Alive. A shadow moved beside me, and I stiffened instinctively, my heart pounding in my chest. “She’s awake.” That v