Novels by Kirti Rana

Kieran arrived at Elliot's penthouse building within fifteen minutes of getting the security alert, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush and worst-case scenarios playing in his head. The building was one of those ultra-luxury high-rises where the lobby had actual marble floors and a fucking chandelier, the kind of place where Kieran's monthly rent wouldn't even cover the maintenance fees. He bypassed the nervous security guards and took the private elevator straight up to the penthouse, his hand resting on his concealed weapon just in case.When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, everything was quiet. Too quiet. The penthouse door was slightly ajar with obvious scratch marks around the electronic lock where someone had forced entry. Kieran's training kicked in hard. He drew his gun and moved through the doorway silently, sweeping each room with practiced efficiency. The place was massive, probably three thousand square feet of modern furniture, expensive art, and

The next day, Kieran moved into the penthouse with his single duffel bag of belongings. The guest room he'd been given was bigger than his entire apartment, with a king-size bed, an attached bathroom that had a shower the size of a small room, and a view of the city that probably cost more per month than Kieran made in a year. It was surreal and uncomfortable and he tried not to think about the class difference between him and his new roommate.Living with Elliot quickly proved to be complicated as hell. The alpha had absolutely no concept of personal boundaries. He was constantly in Kieran's space, asking questions, making comments, trying to get reactions. During breakfast that first morning, Elliot sat way too close at the kitchen island, his thigh pressing against Kieran's, his scent wrapping around Kieran like a drug."So, tell me about yourself," Elliot said, stealing a piece of bacon from Kieran's plate with a grin. "What does an omega bodyguard do for fun? Beat up alphas at th

Kieran arrived at Elliot's penthouse building within fifteen minutes of getting the security alert, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline rush and worst-case scenarios playing in his head. The building was one of those ultra-luxury high-rises where the lobby had actual marble floors and a fucking chandelier, the kind of place where Kieran's monthly rent wouldn't even cover the maintenance fees. He bypassed the nervous security guards and took the private elevator straight up to the penthouse, his hand resting on his concealed weapon just in case.When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, everything was quiet. Too quiet. The penthouse door was slightly ajar with obvious scratch marks around the electronic lock where someone had forced entry. Kieran's training kicked in hard. He drew his gun and moved through the doorway silently, sweeping each room with practiced efficiency. The place was massive, probably three thousand square feet of modern furniture, expensive art, and

Then Elliot turned around, and Kieran's breath caught for just a second before he got himself under control. The photo in the file hadn't done him justice. In person, Elliot Sinclair was devastating. Sharp, handsome features. Golden eyes that seemed to glow with an inner light, the mark of his S-Tier genetics. A smirk on his full lips that was equal parts amused and arrogant. He looked like sin wrapped in a designer suit.Those golden eyes swept over Kieran, assessing him from head to toe. The smirk widened. "So they sent me an omega bodyguard. That's a first."Kieran's jaw clenched. Less than five seconds and the alpha was already making it about his designation. Perfect. He met Elliot's gaze directly, refusing to show submission even though his omega instincts were screaming at him that this was a powerful alpha, that he should lower his eyes, that he should present himself properly.Fuck that."I'm the best they've got, regardless of what designation is printed on my ID," Kieran sa

Kieran Hunt sat in the gray, depressing office at Elite Security Agency, staring at the coffee-stained wall and wondering why the hell his boss had called him in on his day off. His knee bounced with impatience. He had shit to do. His sister Maya needed money for textbooks, his rent was due in three days, and he'd planned to spend his one free day doing laundry and maybe sleeping for more than four hours. But here he was, waiting like some rookie fresh out of training instead of the best fucking bodyguard this agency had.The door finally opened and Patterson walked in. The gruff beta looked tired, older than his fifty years, with gray stubble and bags under his eyes. He dropped a thick file on the desk between them with a heavy thud that made Kieran's instincts prickle. Big files meant big trouble. Or big money. Sometimes both."Hunt, I've got a job for you," Patterson said, lighting a cigarette even though smoking wasn't allowed in the building anymore. Nobody had the balls to tell