The Swan

I was the fiancee of Lucian Veris, the celebrated Swan Prince, who had offered up the principal role in exchange for my hand. On stage, he was proud and untouchable, yet he surrendered completely to the choreography I created for "Eternal Crown." When I came back after three years in Valmont, I discovered that the understudy who mirrored me had already claimed our private rehearsal hall. At the company's welcome gala, Lucian abandoned a room full of sponsors just to chase after the crying understudy. From behind the velvet curtain, I overheard words he had never spoken to me. "Elara, I chose you only because you reminded me of her. I was looking for a replacement. But you were different. Your choreography captivated me—more than she ever could. Just make sure she never finds out until the closing night of 'Eternal Crown.'" Then came the muffled sounds of their entanglement, followed by his whispered vow. "I'll give you the principal's place." Right there, in that same room, he had once held my hand and sworn that I, Astraea Lynelle, would be his only soulmate in this lifetime. I turned and walked away, the sharp echo of my pointe shoes striking with finality. Back in the dressing room, I dialed his greatest rival, Caelan Thorne. "Mr. Thorne," I said evenly, "I accept your offer to join your company. And one more thing—prepare a gift for me. I intend to turn Lucian's grand finale into the most spectacular downfall the art world has ever seen."

A nordic sentiment that catches fire briskly! "You and I are comparative, don't you be aware? In the midst of the foxes, we are two wolves who are draining from a physical issue. The frozen capital of Norway, Oslo. Silye, an asian who have been segregated and tormented as a result of her race, chooses to get away from this frozen damnation by leaping off the school constructing however is saved by being gotten by the 'Sovereign' of the school. This was certifiably not an uplifting news. This was a bad dream all alone.

At Ryder Quinn’s kindergarten parent-child sports day, I expected my husband, Michael Quinn, to be away on a business trip. Instead, I found Michael on stage, dressed in a ballet tutu, dancing as one of the "little swans" in the fathers’ performance. I had barely taken a step forward when a little girl in a floral dress darted into his arms, calling out to him in the sweetest voice, "Daddy!" There they stood: Michael, his assistant, Janine Carter, and her daughter—all in matching family outfits. The moment our eyes met, Michael quickly pulled away from her, fumbling for an excuse. "Janine’s a single mom. It isn’t easy for her. I was just helping out." I smiled, cold and steady, and handed him the divorce papers. "Then, do me a favor too, Michael. Stop wasting my youth."

Little Swan was never meant to be free. An SSS+ omega— rare, priceless… and destined to be owned. So he hid. Behind a mask. Behind a lie. Behind the identity of a ruthless mafia lord feared across the underground world. Until one mistake changed everything. One glance. One moment of weakness. One man—Cassian Vesper. His enemy. His obsession. The alpha who marked him… and then tried to kill him. This time, Little Swan won’t run. He’ll get closer. Closer as the omega Cassian bought at an auction. Closer as the bodyguard Cassian trusts with his life. Closer… until there’s no escape left. Because this isn’t just love. It’s a trap. A seduction. A slow, deliberate descent into madness. Cassian thinks he’s in control. He thinks the fragile beauty in his bed belongs to him. But he’s wrong. Terribly, dangerously wrong. Because Little Swan doesn’t plan to be owned— He plans to own. But when secrets unravel, enemies close in, and the truth threatens to destroy everything— Will Cassian still choose him… or will he pull the trigger again?

Under the glow of the full moon, Wren Cade should have died. Instead, she wakes up a monster. Turned into a werewolf by a rogue attack, Wren is dragged before Nightwind Pack and their ruthless Alpha, Lucian Vale. Pack law is simple: turned wolves are unstable and must be executed. But when their eyes meet, the impossible happens—the Moon marks them as fated mates. Lucian’s answer is a cold, public rejection. Bound by prophecy and politics, he’s forbidden to kill her…and forced to keep her inside his pack house, under his constant watch. Not pack. Not prisoner. Not his. Living one floor below the Alpha who broke her, Wren refuses to cower. She makes allies among omegas, rookies, and other misfits, building a quiet found family in the shadows of Nightwind’s rigid hierarchy. Then Lucian’s oldest friend arrives. Elias Thorn, the charming Alpha of a neighboring pack, sees nothing cursed about Wren. He’s warm where Lucian is ice, and he makes no secret of his interest in the mate Lucian threw away. As feral attacks spread and a fanatical cult rises, Wren becomes the only one who can calm the monsters stalking the borders. Caught between a fate she never asked for and a man who would choose her freely, she’ll have to decide: Will she give her fated mate a second chance… or let the Moon watch the world burn?

Eleven years ago, Leilani Amara Vaughn danced her last ballet the night her rival fell to her death and the world branded her a killer. Now she’s free, but freedom feels like a cruel joke. Every path she takes is already blocked. Every chance at redemption quietly erased by unseen hands. Until one man offers her salvation—Declan Patridge Powerful. Untouchable. Cold as the empire he built. He gives her a job in his home, a roof over her head… and chains she can’t see. He says it’s mercy. She feels it’s punishment. But what begins as vengeance soon burns into something neither of them can name. Because beneath the hatred, the lies, and the silence, beats a truth dangerous enough to destroy them both.