American Salvage

The world plunged into a new Ice Age. As the frozen apocalypse spread, 95% of humanity perished. In his first timeline, Cyrus Knovell's kindness cost him everything. The people he had helped betrayed him and left him for dead. Fate, however, granted him a second chance. He awakened one month before the world froze, gaining a dimensional ability that let him store anything without limit. Now he hoarded supplies by the billions and built a fortress no one could breach. While others shivered, starved, and traded their dignity for a morsel, Cyrus lived in comfort. The desperate came begging. The manipulative vixen: "Cyrus, let me into your shelter, and I'll be your girlfriend, okay?" The spoiled rich heir: "Cyrus, I'll give you all my money for just one meal!" The greedy neighbors: "Cyrus, you shouldn't be so selfish. You should share your supplies with us!" Cyrus remembered their betrayals. Lounging in his steel fortress and savoring his private paradise, he sneered, "Your survival has nothing to do with me. I'd rather feed the dogs than feed you."

On the day I rejected Isabelle Hale, Wall Street's newest golden girl, everyone thought I had lost my mind. She had everything: a Wharton degree, a national finance championship, a perfect family name, and a résumé polished enough to make doors open before she even knocked. But I knew what was hiding behind that name. Fifty years ago, her grandfather stole my grandmother's acceptance letter, her New York scholarship, and the future she had earned with her own hands. He used them to escape an Appalachian coal town with another woman, then built himself into a celebrated Ivy League professor who lectured rich students about ethics. My real grandmother, Grace Walker, was left behind in coal dust and shame. My mother grew up carrying the weight of that stolen life. They lifted me out anyway. I made it all the way to Manhattan, to a glass conference room at Northbridge Capital, where Isabelle sat across from me in a black suit tailored like victory. She thought her family name would protect her. She thought I would bow. Instead, I closed her file and said, "You didn't pass." By the next morning, they had fired me, dragged my name through the mud, and turned a press conference into my public trial. They forgot one thing. I didn't climb to the top of Wall Street to beg for a seat at their table. I came to take back every name, every chance, and every voice they stole from women like us.

After narrowly escaping death, I ran into the son I hadn't seen in years. He was taller now, and the cold disgust that used to fill his eyes was replaced by regret and desperate longing. He looked cautiously at me as he said, "Mom, I miss your home-cooked meals so much." I ignored him, haggling heatedly with a seller at the farmer's market. He bent down to pick up two onions that had dropped from my grocery bag. "If you were alive, why didn't you come back? Dad said the past is in the past. He forgives you." I let out an irritated click of my tongue, slapped two bills on the counter, and walked off. Suddenly, he yanked the hem of my shirt tightly. "Mom, are you abandoning us? Are you giving up on our family?" I didn't answer. Hearing him say "Mom" was utterly grating to my ears. The moment they chose to save that other woman and leave me during that shipwreck, every last shred of my feelings for them had vanished.

Amelia Meyers is the firstborn daughter of Alpha Carter and Luna Amy and the older sister of Sophie. Raised under the old laws, she never questioned the traditions that governed her life. On her eighteenth birthday, she was publicly claimed by her fated mate. Calvin Shepard is a powerful Alpha of his own pack. He believes in the traditions he was raised to honor, including the public claiming of a mate. After a devastating attack claimed Amelia’s parents, she returned home to bury her parents and face the reality that their pack had no leader. After the funeral, Amelia and Calvin find themselves on opposite sides of a decision that will change everything. Calvin, without thinking it through, states that Amelia should claim her birthright and take over her parents’ pack. When she agrees, she leaves the man she has built a life with and remains in her parents' pack becoming the first ever female Alpha. Realizing his mistake too late, Calvin returns home without his Luna. Before he could bridge the distance between them, an ambush by an old foe left him stripped of his memories. He no longer remembers the rift between them. He has no memory of his daughter’s birth. He doesn’t remember that Amelia is now an Alpha of her own pack, nor does he remember the changes he was making to mend the fracture in their bond. As Sophie's revolution reshapes the centuries-old claiming and old laws begin to crumble, Amelia and Calvin must decide whether a mate bond built on fate can survive without trust, forgiveness, and compromise. Can Amelia and Calvin find their way back to each other or will some bonds remain broken forever? Find out in the final installment of The One He Series, The One He Reclaimed.

Three years ago, I fled with nothing but the secret growing inside me—the Alpha’s pup he would never know. Now I am Dr. Veronica Sanchez, the most feared surgeon in the realm. They call me the Queen Surgeon of Ruin. In my hands, life is not a gift. It is a verdict. When Justin Halderman, the Supreme Alpha who discarded me for his precious Alpha Princess, collapses bleeding and poisoned at the doors of my Black Veil Clinic, the entire realm holds its breath. He is on his knees. Bleeding. Poisoned. Begging. The man who once ruined me is now completely at my mercy. And mercy? I don’t believe in it anymore. Not for the Alpha who chose power over the omega he knotted and abandoned. Not when our son—his heir, his legacy—stands just beyond his reach, hidden in the shadow of my empire. He wants to live. He’ll have to pay for it. With his pride. With his body. With every last shred of control he once held over me. Looking down at the man who broke me, I feel only a delicious thirst for ruin. This time, I won’t run. This time, I decide who survives… and how beautifully they break.

Claire Hamilton gave up everything for love. Her name, her inheritance, and her father’s trust. Everyone warned her not to marry Lucas Blackwell, the charming businessman with secrets behind his smile. But she didn’t listen. Now her father is dead in a suspicious crash. And on the day she buries him, Lucas hands her divorce papers and says the cruelest words: “I no longer have use for you.” He takes everything: her family company, her wealth, her dignity. But what he doesn’t know is… Claire is pregnant. She vanishes, opens a small flower shop, and raises her son in peace—until Alexander Sinclair walks in. A cold billionaire. A grieving widower. His daughter hasn’t been herself since her mother died… but around Claire, she begins to heal. So does Alexander. Claire tries to guard her heart, but he keeps showing up, not just for flowers, but for her. Just when she dares to love again, Lucas returns. Claims he’s dying and wants her back. Says walking away was his biggest mistake. And that’s when Claire uncovers the truth: Lucas planned everything. Now he’s back to finish what he started. But Claire isn’t the girl he once discarded. She’s a mother. She’s angry. And she’s not running anymore. This time… she’s the one coming for him.