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A young scientist works in a secret research facility where she studies biological samples. Her job seems normal, until she is assigned to deliver food to a highly restricted subject hidden deep inside the building. Every time she enters the room, something strange happens. She loses consciousness, wakes up outside, and cannot remember what took place inside. At the same time, her body begins to change in ways she cannot explain. When she starts searching for answers, she discovers a hidden truth. The “subject” is not just an experiment but a living werewolf, the last of its kind. Why does the werewolf seem to recognize her? Why does it protect her? And most disturbing of all.. Why does it feel like it has been waiting for her all along?

My billionaire wife had just given birth when I was abducted and trapped in a sick, underground survival game. While I was sprinting through the woods with our newborn strapped to my back, Scarlett’s best friend’s voice boomed through the PA speakers. “Shouldn’t you be at home with your newborn and Damian? What are you doing here? Is your lover boy starting drama again?” Scarlett chuckled, her voice full of resigned affection. “Yeah. Jayden demanded some real entertainment. Damian thinks I have urgent work to take care of at the office, so he practically pushed me out the door while the kid was having surgery. He’s a sweet, naive idiot.” I tapped against the security camera lens, desperate to get Scarlett’s attention, but Jayden’s terrified scream distracted her into hitting the shock button on her remote control. The high-voltage electricity ran through me, and our newborn choked up blood, staining the earth. I curled around our son, sobbing in despair. As footsteps crunched closer, the high-rollers raised their stakes. It was a bet to see who would survive to the very end.

The heat apocalypse struck without warning, and the office turned into hell on earth. Global temperatures spiked past 126°F. Ellie Ramsey, the receptionist, collapsed against the water cooler, her skin fused to the plastic tank. When Frank Higgins tried to pull her free, a layer of skin tore away with his hand. Of the hundred-some people who'd worked in our building, only seven of us were left. The survivors retreated into the underground bunker beneath the building, sealed off from the heat above. Water and food ran out fast. We'd have fought over a single rat's blood just to wet our throats. Then Jake Collins, the technician who'd gone to check the UV lamp in the incubation unit, came sprinting back like he'd lost his mind. He was clutching a part in his hand, his face bone-white. "This temperature control module—" He shoved it in front of my face, his fingers shaking. "The manufacture date. It's from last March."

To the citizens of Pierview, Taylor Yoshida is nothing more than a 16-year-old Japanese, home school, graffiti artist, delinquent, who’s always getting himself into trouble. However, Taylor harbors a dark secret from most of the people in town. He is the reincarnation of a kaiju; an interdimensional creature capable of ungodly abilities. But when more Kaiju attack Pierview, Taylor must shed his secrets and embrace his kaiju heritage to face these savage creatures and the secret organization responsible for their arrival known as Project Echidna.

What if humanity’s cruelest monster is the only one who can save you? In the toxic slums of Sector 4—far beneath the glittering glass domes of the elite city—there is only one rule: keep a low profile and stay alive. Jada is a master of survival. From the scraps discarded by the upper class, she builds everything she needs to exist in this merciless world. But during a brutal raid by the ruling Consortium, her identity scanner suddenly flashes a blood-red alarm. The verdict is neither prison nor death. It is: Sector Omega. Sector Omega is a myth born of whispered nightmares. It is the Consortium’s deepest underground laboratory, where the authorities breed genetically mutated supersoldiers. Jada is thrown into a pitch-black cell as a "calming companion" for the most dangerous experiment of all: Subject Zero. He calls himself Kael, and he is the Apex. An unstoppable beast, engineered for war in the toxic outer world—a nightmare of muscle, claws, and blinding rage. Every woman sent into this cell before Jada never left it alive. Yet, when the monster attacks from the shadows and lunges at her, he suddenly halts. The beast catches a scent. In the rebellious scavenger, Kael sees no prey—he recognizes his destined mate. With a single, guttural "Mine," Jada’s fate changes forever. Certain death transforms into a perilous alliance. Kael vows to protect his mate with his life, while Jada discovers the man hidden beneath the monster. To escape the cruel Consortium, they must ignite a bloody rebellion together—one that will shake the dystopian world beneath the dome to its very foundations. For an Apex does not share. Tropes: Sci-Fi Dystopia, Werewolf Romance, Fated Mates, Touch Her and You Die.

At the dinner celebrating our fifth wedding anniversary, I held the pregnancy test report in my pocket, planning to surprise my CEO husband. However, the moment the doors opened, I froze. A stunning woman stood there with her arm intimately linked through my husband's. She clung to Charles Lawrence with the ease and confidence of someone who clearly belonged at his side, carrying herself like the lady of the house. Neither Charles nor the guests found it strange. If anything, they seemed entertained. Someone even joked, "Mr. Lawrence and Ms. Cooper aren't just ideal partners at work. Their chemistry is something to admire as well. I've personally reserved the presidential suite at Jubilee City's finest resort for Mr. Lawrence tonight. You can be sure no one will disturb you." Fiona blushed and slipped shyly into Charles's arms. He lowered his head and kissed her hard. They fit together so naturally, so intimately, that the sight was unbearably glaring. My thoughts flashed back to the night before, when Charles had pressed me into the bed. In that moment, I had caught sight of a strange message sent by someone named Fiona: [Everyone in the company thinks we've slept together.] Charles had explained that Fiona was only his assistant, a forty-year-old woman, and that the message was nothing more than a punishment from a lost game, a foolish dare. That explanation had dissolved my suspicion and anger. Then, I finally saw the truth. I was the one who had lost everything. Inside my pocket, the pregnancy report was crushed into a tight ball. I forced the tears back, stepped away, and opened the invitation from the National Aerospace Research Institute on my phone. Without hesitation, I tapped Accept. Three days later, I would vanish completely from Charles's world.