Heath Ledger As Joker Quotes

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with nothing but cold, contemptuous stares. I used to think he was just emotionally distant—until the Moon Goddess Festival. That night, I saw him kneel before Silvia Anderson, the daughter of my father's second-in-command. His voice is soft, and his gaze is tender. "I'm marrying Evelyn only to repay the Alpha King's kindness. Once I get the inheritance, I'll make you my Luna. As long as she doesn't harm you, I'll even grant her a piece of land to live out her life in peace. You're my true mate." The night before the marking ceremony, my father asks me who I choose. I think of the way all three of the pledged Alphas look away whenever our eyes meet. I smile and say, "I'm the rightful heir of Northaria. My mate should be someone who brings the greatest strength to our pack. And so, I choose Alpha Heath of the Pyraxis pack." The air goes still. My father frowns. "Him? Are you sure? Every one of his mates has died under mysterious circumstances. His wolf is known to be vicious—no one dares get close to him. You truly want to be his mate?"

Cracking His Code is a dark MM romance for readers who like their love stories dangerous, their heat explicit, and their anti-heroes completely, catastrophically gone for each other. Oliver Blaese has two rules. Never get caught, and never let anyone have the upper hand. He broke the first one the second he hacked a corrupt senator’s private server and downloaded a ledger tying him to a global human trafficking ring. Now half the billionaires in the world are trying to put him in a body bag. He needed a shield. So he hired Kirill Nikolaev. That was his second mistake. Kir is a Russian assassin who kills people for a living. He also possesses a calm that feels less like patience and more like a loaded weapon pointed directly at Oliver's self-control. While bouncing between European safe houses, systematically assassinating the syndicate's architects before they can find them, Oliver realizes Kir is the first person who's ever looked at him like he knows exactly what he needs. And what Oliver needs, it turns out, is someone who doesn't ask. Someone who takes. What starts as forced proximity becomes something neither of them immediately understand. Something that lives in the space between command and surrender. Between a punishment deferred and a promise kept. Oliver hates how much he wants to kneel. He hates, even more, that Kir already knows it. This is a story about two men finding, in each other, exactly what they didn't know they were missing. One a natural dominant who's never wanted anything this badly, the other a brilliant, defiant brat who's never trusted anyone enough to let go. Until now.