Alat Pres Mika

I've been on the run all my life, chased by faceless people who want me for my powers. Claimed from birth, I have been marked for sacrifice….. *** Amaryllis lost her parents when she was 6. They had been killed right before her eyes by a mask-wearing cult all dressed in red. Saved by her mother's friend, Aden, they remained on the run, moving from Pack to Pack because no matter what, the bad people in red always showed up. Settling down in the Redmond Pack, Aden found his mate, a woman with a daughter the same age as Amaryllis. Not long after, Aden dies and Amaryllis is turned into a slave by the woman and her daughter, Ymir. When Ymir's letter of admission on scholarship into the prestigious Solstice University based on Amaryllis’ merit arrives, she finally gets a chance to take revenge on the girl. Amaryllis runs away to the Blue Solstice Pack and begins attending the university as Ymir, basically stealing her identity. Trouble comes when on her first day, Amaryllis unintentionally gets on the bad side of the twin kings of Solstice University, Luka and Mika Solstice, who both turn out to be her mates. With two possessive and rambunctious mates, her painful visions and the cult still after her, can she navigate the intricacies of school life and survive the cruel fate? Who are the masked cultists and what do they want from her? And just who is the shadow lurking beneath the surface? This is the second installment in the Blue Solstice Pack series. If you haven't read Book 1: Cruel Fate: Chained To The Alpha, please do in order to understand some of the characters in this book and their motives. This book can be read as a standalone.

She heard the door creak open, and her breath caught in her throat. The bed shifted behind her as he lay down, his arm wrapping around her waist. His face buried in her hair, his lips softly exploring her neck. "What—what are you doing?" she stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Her mind racing with the sudden intimacy. "Hugging my wife," he murmured against her cheek. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine. "This—wasn't part of the deal," she protested weakly, his cologne intoxicating her senses. "Rules are meant to be broken," he whispered, his voice low and husky. "Now, face me, wifey. Let me feel your arms around me!" ----------- Powerful, successful and in control. Nothing is out of Viktor Alessandro Rossi's reach. With a Gulfstream jet on standby, and a company that rule the whole city, the world is his oyster. But he's missing just one thing — a wife. According to his late grandfather's will, he must marry at the age of 30 to inherit controlling shares of Rossi industries. Katarina Reed knew she only had herself to blame. She shouldn't have asked for his help. Of course if she'd known he'd request that she be his wife for two years, she'd have hesitated in accepting his help. Because what she had learned from Viktor was that the devil wasn't ugly and terrorizing. He was seductive and captivating. Would she escape the devil's grasp, or forever be bound to him?

Emily’s world wasn’t just broken. It was strategically dismantled. Three years of love. One devastating betrayal. A single moment that would leave a scar forever. The day Emily caught her boyfriend Jaden and her best friend Mika tangled in bed, something inside her died. 2 years later, she has worked to be everything Jaden said she could never be— a star actress, loved by many. As Emily climbs the treacherous ladder of the entertainment industry, her betrayers return with a sinister plan. Mika, consumed by jealousy, doesn’t just want to compete – she wants to annihilate. Even if it meant becoming an actress herself. And Jaden? He’s the perfect weapon in her arsenal. But in the entertainment industry, Power surpasses power. And there he was, Noah. Noah. The king of the entertainment industry. Feared by many and had the lives of many wrapped around his fingers. He met Emily 2 years ago for the first time, snot mixing with tears, her broken glasses sliding down her face- she kept screaming at him “You can’t die! Not today!”. She saved him, and he owes his life to her. But now, she doesn’t remember him. Also she has changed. She almost looked nothing like the ugly woman he saw that night— Mascara streaking down her blotchy cheeks, glasses bent and crooked, hair disheveled, looking utterly destroyed, a walking catastrophe of raw, ugly pain, far from what he was seeing now— who is this woman? This isn’t a love story. This is a war. And Emily? She’s the prey. Would Noah be her Prince Charming that saves her?