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Zephyr is the last air dragon in existence. For a century and a half, she has searched for her mate. Finally, she decides to have a true dragon with Avani, the last earth dragon and only remaining male dragon. Her son, Ancalagon, is the last of the pure dragons. Ishir is a Bengal tiger shifter. He became friends with Avani before he was captured and placed into an Arena. There he met Tana, the fire dragon. He befriended her, her hybrid daughter and eventually her Lycan mate. He has been working to rescue shifters and sometimes even missing humans as his job for years. It was during a meeting to discuss taking down a new Arena that Ishir met Zephyr and realized that he was mated to a dragon. When Zephyr recognizes Ishir as her mate, she refuses to acknowledge him. After all this time, she finally finds her mate when she’s just had her son. But a dragon can’t stay away from their mate, and in a moment of weakness, she goes to Ishir, spending a night of passion more intense than anything she could have imagined. However, when she returns home, she finds that her son has been kidnapped, taken by hunters. She begins searching for him, half crazed to protect him from the people who so willingly kill shifters. When she finally finds her son, Oliver, the lead hunter makes an agreement with Zephyr. She will work for him in exchange for her son’s life. Now Zephyr will have to go against her very nature, becoming an assassin to kill those she is sworn to protect in order to save her son. Can Ishir find Ancalagon, protect the shifters and save Zephyr from herself, or will she lose herself to save her son?

"Let me go," She said, twisting her arm, trying to wriggle out of his brutal hold. His proximity had her heart jackhammering in her ears as tears threatened to spill out. The beast of a man roughly turned her around before grabbing her delicate throat in his big veiny hand as he yanked her to him. His tan skin contrasted against her snow one as his thumb stroked the soft flesh of her swan-like neck. Her toes were barely touching the ground as she stared petrified at the man hovering over her seemingly deranged. His hot breath caressed her face and had chills running down her spine. He looked possessed. "You're mine, f*cking MINE!" He seethed a low rumble as she flinched away. His amber rims were blazing pits as they gazed at her with an unadulterated ferocity. Her chin wobbled and her plump lips trembled as the girl shook her head trying to get away from him and her struggles grew frantic. She was so scared. His jaw clenched and his nose flared in rage. "So you won't listen, huh." He rasped in a low snarl before letting her go. She took three steps away from him, clutching her hands on her chest. Her whole body trembled wildly as she saw him locking the door before he faced her while unbuttoning his shirt and her heart dropped down into the depths of utter terror, she shook her head involuntarily. "Strip, little tigress. Strip for me." He gritted viciously causing her heart to lurch to her mouth.

"Azel, you walked away from the highest bloodline in the continent, but you cannot outrun the primal pull of a true apex predator." "Are you threatening my independent status, Ronan? Or are you just desperate to see how a rogue handles your collar?" "I don't want your submission, little wolf. I want your teeth against my throat while the entire continent watches our boundaries burn." I spent my previous life trying to please the elite Whitmore pack, only to be left for dead in the silver-fires of the Shadowfang Ruins while they saved their precious adopted omega. But the moon granted me a second sunrise. Now, reborn with a cold heart and an independent rogue scout license, I’ve broken my bloodline covenant and turned my back on the family who abandoned me. Running wild in the cutthroat Bloodmoon Trials Arena, the corporate lords of the Lunar Veil Dominion vow to crush my name. My treacherous ex-mate tries to anchor me to his past, while my former brothers try to starve my inner wolf into submission. They think an unbonded male cannot survive the winter circuit alone. They are completely wrong. I am building my own sanctuary from the dirt up at Frostclaw Hollow. But I didn't count on the wildcard entry. Enter Ronan Nightcrest—the arrogant esports gaming legend known as 'Zeus.' Backed by the continent's most powerful lineage, he is fierce, biting, and entirely immune to the pack’s deceit. While the MoonNet Circle explodes with corporate smear campaigns, Ronan doesn't want my compliance—he wants my raw, untamed fire. In a high-stakes urban fantasy world driven purely by power, survival, and forbidden heat, can a solitary rogue claim absolute dominance, or will an elite alpha's possessive bite ruin my hard-won freedom forever?

I met evil when I was a teenager. It never left me after that, hovered over me like a dark cloud, followed me everywhere. When I least expected, he barged into my life like he owned it. Kidnapped and vulnerable, I am trapped on a stranded island with no way out. There's nowhere I can hide. I am afraid. I fear his gentleness more than his cruelity. I don't know if I can survive this but I do know that one of us will be ruined by the time this ends. Every princess dreams about meeting a prince charming. I don't get the prince, I get the King who wants to rule over everything. He's a Beast but I am no Belle. The Beauty changed the beast. The Beast fell in love with her. A beautiful fairytale it was. The Beast doesn't love me, I can't tame him. This isn't a love story. It's a story of obsession. 18+. Not your traditional Mafia Romance. Proceed with Caution.

This is not a safe book. This is a book soaked in lust and lies, where desire collides with betrayal, and blood follows closely behind. Where siblings turn on each other, loyalty rots, and jealousy becomes a weapon. Where attraction isn’t gentle—it’s hungry, reckless, and ruinous. Expect horny chaos, power struggles, explosive fights, and choices that end in violence and murder. Bodies will clash, hearts will shatter, and no one walks away clean. There is obsession instead of love. Betrayal instead of trust. And consequences that don’t ask for forgiveness. Enter knowing this: Nothing here is soft. Nothing here is moral. And once it starts— it doesn’t stop until someone is destroyed.

After toiling in the underworld for three hundred years, I finally earned enough merit to be reincarnated. Then the King of Hell got drunk. Instead of sending me back as a human, he accidentally dropped me into the animal realm, where I was reborn as a plump orange cat belonging to the Sterlings, one of the wealthiest families in Evermont. Feeling guilty, the King of Hell compensated me with a hundred-year lifespan and one bizarre bonus: I could understand babies. Since I was stuck there anyway, I embraced the easy life, growing up alongside Victoria Sterling, the Sterlings' spoiled young heiress. Over the years, she became my devoted meal ticket, and I became an irreplaceable member of her family. On the day she gave birth, I lounged outside the delivery room, happily crunching on my imported freeze-dried treats. A panicked baby voice suddenly echoed in my head. [Waaah! I don't want them to take me away! My scumbag father is swapping me with his illegitimate daughter!] [I don't want to end up in an orphanage! I don't want to leave Mommy!] Before I could process that, another baby's voice rang out sinisterly. [Once I become the real heiress, the first thing I'll do is poison that woman and that fat cat.] I froze mid-bite. Every hair on my body stood on end. [Meow. You really picked the wrong cat to mess with.] [Anyone who dares lay a finger on the girl I raised is about to learn a very painful lesson.] With one powerful kick of my hind legs, I launched myself like a furry cannonball straight toward the delivery room.