What Happens In Vergina: The Royal Tombs? Spoilers

Synopsis Vera, a plus-size she-wolf, suffers the ultimate betrayal when her mate Alpha Daemon publicly humiliates her by sleeping with five she-wolves during their Moon Ceremony before rejecting and banishing her. Broken and alone, she's attacked by rogues until Dante Russo—a ruthless Lycan hybrid and mafia king—saves her life. When their second-chance mate bond ignites, Vera tries to reject it, terrified of more pain. But Dante has waited eight years for his mate and refuses to let her go. As he introduces her to his dangerous world of crime and violence, he makes a deadly vow: everyone who hurt Vera will pay in blood. Now Vera must decide if she can trust again and accept her place as queen of the underworld, while Dante wages war on anyone who dares disrespect his mate.

***This is the third book in the series*** I lost the girl, the love of my life. I lost my family. Now I’m lost. I thought after the war for Riocht, life would get back to normal. I was so very, very wrong. Kellen, now King of the werewolves, thought after Lamia and Mathias claimed the throne and became the King and Queen of shifters, life would go on as normal. That he would rule his kingdom and search for his own mate and live happily ever after. There was still so much to do. He still hadn’t completely taken control of his position as King, leaving his father’s Beta and Delta in charge. Kingdoms and packs still needed to be repaired; he still needed to be officially crowned. And he still needed to grieve the death of his parents. Kellen wakes up to find himself on a boat, going to Goddess knows where and the last thing he remembers is saying goodbye to Lamia and heading home with Mike. When he finds himself in a strange land, sold to a bloody thirsty Alpha and his deranged Luna, for their packs entertainment, his title, means nothing. A man who cares only for three things; the games, the money, and blood; the more shed the better. While Lamia and Mike search for him on the wrong continent Kellen is thrust into the Gladiator games. Kellen fights for his survival and the lives of many, including one beautiful girl who has captured his heart and has been promised to another as their chosen mate. Can Kellen survive the Gladiator games when the odds are stacked against him, save the people and claim the mate the moon goddess promised him? **This is book 3 in The Delta's Daughter series**

“Mummy, we got you a husband!" Irina Baldwin’s world shattered the moment her triplets dragged a bound, blindfolded man into their small cottage. She expected a prank. She expected a headache. She did not expect to stare into the cold, predatory eyes of Sebastian Jankovic. The Cursed King. The man who bought her. The man who was supposed to break her. ****** Irina was the pack’s ultimate disgrace. Marked and then brutally rejected by Xander, the pack heir, in front of everyone. To cover up his cowardice, Xander sold her to the Lycan King, a man whose "breeding process" no woman had ever survived. Sebastian was ruthless. He was cold. He didn't do love; he only did legacies. When Irina discovered she was pregnant with the King’s children, she knew she was nothing more than a vessel to be disposed of once the heirs were born. She ran. She hid. She built a life in the human world with a man who finally treated her with kindness. But the past has a way of hunting you down. Now, Sebastian thinks she betrayed him with a human. He wants his sons. He wants his revenge. And to make matters worse, Neil has realized his mistake. The man who threw her away like trash is now back, obsessed with reclaiming the mate he broke. Caught between a ruthless King and a desperate ex, Irina has one goal: protect her children. But in a world of monsters and kings, secrets are the deadliest weapons of all.

I was Apollo’s most devoted follower, the lover he handpicked from a sea of worshippers. With me, he’d always shed his divine arrogance. He was so tender, so attentive. I actually thought he loved me to the bone. Until seven days before our Consort Ceremony, when I used my gift of prophecy to peek into our future together. I expected to see a lifetime of blinding love. Instead, I saw him violently tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister, Cassandra. Wrapped around him, Cassandra giggled. "You're so good to me, my Lord. Thanks to you, I'll finally get my sister's Sight and take her place as High Priestess." And Apollo—my god, my lover—smiled down at her with pure adoration. "Whatever makes you happy, little bird. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have played pretend for this long, let alone allow her to become a god's consort." In that split second, my heart turned to ash. My faith shattered into a million pieces. With seven days left until the ceremony, I didn't confront them. Instead, I fell to my knees before the altar of Hades, Lord of the Underworld. "I offer you my gift of prophecy. I will be your most loyal follower in exchange for your sanctuary." "Please. Take me away from here. Take me somewhere Apollo can never find me."

Hades was well-cast to rule over the land of the dead. But what if Hades, the fearsome monarch of the Underworld was, in fact, a goddess? Everyone called her, 'Lord of the Dead' out of mockery since she prefers the company of women. She was considered an isolated and violent immortal, who loathed change and was easily given to a slow black rage like no others. But then everything changed when the dark goddess met the daughter of Demeter, Persephone. Now the tale of Hades and Persephone will be retold with a sprinkle of twists and turns.

That night at the Holy Banquet, the Arrow of Desire struck both the divine prince Cassius, a descendant of Zeus, and his father, Theron. If they didn’t mate before the moon set, their divine power would implode, shattering their very essence. In my past life, I had secretly loved Cassius for ten whole years. So, when he grabbed me, his body burning up, I didn't say no. After one wild night, I was carrying his thunder-blooded child and successfully married into the divine palace. But after the wedding, he was ice-cold to me. He was convinced I had stolen the Arrow of Desire, all for the sake of marrying into divinity. Even after I gave him children, he never claimed me as his wife before the gods. He saved all his tenderness for his one true love—the holy maiden Lyra, who was forced to marry into the Sea Realm and eventually died in a storm. Later, I was branded as "jealous and wicked," scorned by all of divine kind. So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help. My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot. The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger. But high up on the throne... His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire. Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms. But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap.