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Born under the full moon in the middle of a rain storm, the Goddess of the Moon bestowed her greatest blessing onto Raina. The Royal Princess of the wolves would grow to become The Queen of Storms. The Luna of Rain. After the betrayal that killed her parents, Raina is forced into hiding. For years, she pretends to be a wolf less omega while training her powers in secret until the time comes for her to take back her throne. Rouge attacks, betrayals, surprise visions, and an unsuspecting mate throw Raina through a loop but her goal always remains the same: avenge her parents and save the werewolf race from the man determined to take her down.

Yūri: I was raised in this world of shadows, violence, and blood. It isn't the life I would choose, but I don't get a choice. I'm my father's only child and heir. I've been groomed to lead our clan's yakuza. I want to be free. And one way or another, I'm going to be. I just need to get away from my family and avoid the sexy detective who's on my tail. Hibiki: This case could make or break my career. I'm pretty sure my captain gave me the Kitsune case just to see me fail. No one has been able to catch her, and now I'm expected to. It would be easier to focus on the case if I could stop daydreaming about that naked protestor. I didn't even get her name. This book is a prequel/sequel to The Princes of Ravenwood. You do not need to have read The Princes of Ravenwood to enjoy this book, but it is encouraged. Ravenwood Series Reading Order: Book 1 - The Princes of Ravenwood Book 2 - Chasing Kitsune Book 3 - Expect The Unexpected Book 4 - Out Of My League Book 5 - Man's Best Wingman

There are many ways one can describe Raine. Powerful, confident, sexy... She does well to keep her business life and her night life separate, though she is a lioness in both.She knows what she wants, when she wants it; whether its money or sex. If she can take it, she will. It's the hunt she enjoys, and the hunt may be her downfall when those two worlds start to collide.

Séraphine used to be the beloved werewolf of the Red Moon pack and a wise strategist. She eventually got to marry her crush, Daxter, the Alpha's son. She thought fate was on her side, but everything soon turned upside-down. Not only was she not able to conceive an heir in three (3) years, but she gained insignificant weight and lost all the love she was once proud of. Including having to endure Daxter's indifference. On the day she died in prison, she learned that her little sister, whom she loved, was responsible for all the predicament she went through, including poisoning her and making her lose her wolf. Séraphine died with deep-rooted regret, swearing that if there was a second life, she would never make the same mistake twice. Fate seemed to be by her side because she was reborn a year ago. Right before she became fat and lost her wolf. Séraphine's first resolve was to leave Daxter, make her half sister pay for the betrayal, and regain her honor as a genius. But, she didn't understand why some plot wasn't going the way it ought to. Why did Daxter refuse to let her go? And why was there suddenly a dark secret behind why Daxter had been indifferent to her? Will finally learning the truth break her and make her get back with him? Or, would it tear them further apart, including everything the Red Moon pack had built? Read and find out… <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>.

I'm the most sought-after makeup artist in horror games. Before each round begins, the bare-faced NPCs sit obediently in a row, waiting for me to work my magic. With my makeup skills, they're twice as intimidating to players, and their performance soars. Even the Demon Boss seeks me out. As I face the Demon Boss with all 16 heads and 32 eyes staring at me, the corner of my mouth twitches. "Sure, I can do your makeup, but it'll cost extra."

I had a perception disorder that messed with how I saw and felt stuff. So when I got dropped into a horror game, everyone else freaked out trying to survive— Me? I thought I was in a dating sim. I raised a young fae like she was my kid, fell for the vampire count, and treated the undead like my in-laws. The first time I saw the vampire—face torn up, soaked in blood—I straight-up blushed. "You're really handsome." He froze. Then, low and uncertain: "Am I... really handsome?"