Derick Cromwell

Seen by few living, Alpha Killian Desmond is whispered about throughout the world, his cruel reputation proven countless times. The ferocity of this man and his pack have been the source of many legends and nightmares. Most who have met him, have died at his hands. Claire Miller has lived a simple life as the daughter of the Beta in her pack. As the Moon Ball approaches, and every pack in the United States gather to meet, the sense of dread building inside of her grows.What will happen when Claire is thrown into the arms of the most ferocious and cruel Alpha known to man? Will she prove to be the exception to his malicious ways? Or will she suffer the same fate as countless others.

Alpha Desmond Wright gave up on finding his mate. Turning 40, he had accepted his chosen mate and her two children. That is until a human, Olivia Roberts moves into the area. Wandering for the last nine years around the world, she has been overcoming a tragic accident the best way she knew how. Olivia doesn't need anyone and Alpha Desmond hasn't been looking. Thrown together, they now need to figure out how they fit together in lives they have already built for themselves.

I'm just a wolf-less omega bitch and a fuck-up Cromwell that's descended from a dirty rogue. No wonder my pack and my own mother... think I'm the one that killed my father. But, I didn't... kill my father. I wound never kill him. He was my only friend in this pack. The only one I could relate to. I had no friends... I only had my dad. And, since I only had him... when he was gone I had no one. So, I spend my lonely hours dedicating my life to studies. I graduated early from High School with an outstanding GPA. But, even that never impressed my mother enough. So, When it came down to it... My mother didn't hesitate to accuse me of my father's death. Her hatred for me was unspoken until that moment. The moment she caught me pulling a knife out of my father's chest. It was buried in deep. And, when I got it out... I heard her horrid scream. One that was dramatic. I was forced to break eye contact from my father's corpse to see her standing on the kitchen's edge. Her hands on her cheeks. A gray and sickly color caked on her face. She could have fainted any second. "What have you done?"

“You really think a chrome leash makes me yours?” Timothy’s voice was a jagged shard of glass, his pulse thrumming frantically against the cold metal of the Blackwell collar. Kan leaned in, the scent of expensive bourbon and gunpowder clinging to him. He captured Timothy’s chin, forcing those defiant lavender eyes to meet his own. “It doesn’t make you mine, little ghost. It just keeps you still long enough for me to show you why you’ll never want to leave.” Behind him, Gideon’s shadow fell over them both, heavy and suffocating. “Careful, Kan,” the enforcer rumbled, his knuckles still stained with the blood of the men who’d tried to stop them. “He’s a reaper. He doesn't want a home. He wants a body count.” One Ghost. Two Predators. No Escape. Timothy Gal is a shadow. A high-level operative for the Nash Rebellion, he’s spent his life as a nameless tool in the war-torn Sopttyi District. He doesn’t feel, he doesn’t miss, and he certainly doesn't belong to anyone. But when a routine surveillance mission in Saati Town goes south, he catches the eye of the two most dangerous men in the Blackwell Mafia. Gideon Blackwell is the muscle—a man of controlled violence and territorial hunger. Kan Nelblack is the mind—a predator with a silver tongue and a taste for absolute submission. They don’t just want Timothy’s secrets. They want his soul.

Dee Samuels goes through things no one should. After discovering betrayal by her criminal husband, she chooses revenge to punish him and those he surrounds himself with.

The Devereux enigma brothers had spent years making his life a living hell. Evander and Lysander Devereux were rich, powerful, and devastatingly charming. Every girlfriend he ever loved eventually ended up in their arms. Every relationship became another trophy for the infamous heirs. They stole everything from him... and laughed while doing it. Their favorite joke? His virginity. Humiliated beyond endurance, he made a reckless decision. One night. One anonymous encounter. One chance to escape the shadow of the people who had spent years tearing him apart. "Destroy me." Blindfolded and trembling, he offered himself to the shadows. For the first time in his life, he felt wanted. Then the blindfold came off. His heart stopped. Evander and Lysander... his rivals and tormentors. The men who had spent years stealing every woman he had ever cared about. "How... how could it be you?" he whispered. The mockery vanished from their faces, replaced by something far more dangerous. Obsession. What should have remained a humiliating secret became the beginning of an obsession neither brother could control. Then Augustus Devereux entered the picture. The billionaire patriarch wasn't his stepfather. He was the powerful man dating his cruel stepmother. And from the moment Augustus discovered the secret connecting him to his sons, something changed. The Devereux men were known for their power, wealth, and ruthlessness. Sharing was never in their nature. Yet somehow, he became the exception. "Do you know what fascinates me most?" Augustus asked softly. "Not that my sons want you." His gaze darkened. "It's that none of us can seem to walk away." Now caught between two possessive heirs and the dangerous patriarch who should be completely off-limits, he becomes the center of an obsession that threatens to destroy them all. Because the Devereux men never share... except for him.