The wolf princes are her enemies, fated mates, and protectors in a deadly world of witches and werewolves. Hours of fated mates wolf shifter romance set in Oxford, England, with British princes. Escape into a unique world of suspense and mystery, forbidden attraction, and sizzling love scenes. Rosemary A. Johns is a USA Today best-selling author who writes addictive paranormal romance, where the men know how to share. Includes: Only Perfect Omegas, Only Pretty Betas, and Only Protector Alphas. 

I should be hiding from my dad who marked me as a Reject. But instead, I fall into the path of the impossibly beautiful, wealthy, and influential Knight pack, during my first heat. Surely, I won’t be claimed by these enemies of the resistance? The captivating Alphas, their Beta bodyguard, and gorgeous but broken male Omega stand for everything that I’m fighting against.

Being the twin of a movie star isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Eva is glamorous, sweet, and everything I’m not. Believe me, every person in my life has made that crystal clear. The press calls me the Ice Queen, leaving pack after pack broken in my wake. I wish it were true. All I’ve ever wanted was a pack—to be loved and cherished the way an Omega was meant to be—but now I’ve given up hope. Every group I meet wants a copy of my sister. Let’s not even mention the ones who called me by her name.

I never intended to bond with a dragon. I definitely didn't intend to become his wife. Now I must wed the Crown Prince, a man who is as cruel as he is handsome. Yet, as soon as my dragon and I are presented to the king and queen, we are rejected. My dragon is not big enough, not good enough, and neither am I.

They make me feel like I belong for the first time since my parents were murdered. And when they touch me, my whole world sparks to flame. But they have enemies. Those who would give anything to harm what they hold dear. And while they’ll do whatever it takes to keep me safe, sometimes falling in love will put you right in the line of fire.

There were six of us. Caged, turned into monsters, and tormented with brutal tests of our horrific emerging abilities. We had only each other to count on...until our escape attempt ended with one dead, the others recaptured, and me dragged away into a different nightmare.

He says his name is Malphas, that he’s something called a Sombra demon, and I’m his mate. Monster, demon…whatever he is, his muscles are bigger than my head, and that club between his legs…. I don’t know if mate means the same thing to him as it does me, but he’s gotta be kidding.

A reject—that’s the best way to describe how I’m treated. All because I’m a hybrid. The monarchs of hell revere pure bloodlines and perfection above all else, and in their eyes, I’m a mutt. Good thing dear old Dad, the Grim Reaper, has never once looked at me as anything other than his favorite child. Well, I’m his only child, but semantics. Suddenly, he has tasked me with the job of going to the council summit in his place. An event that happens once every century to determine which royal house will be voted into the supreme position. A position people would kill for.

Organizations have begun to build, groups who want to rid the world of betas. Groups who take omegas to use as nothing more than capsules to populate the world with the designations they feel are superior. I should have been safe. My family believed me nothing more than a beta. Average. Not worth their time. They disowned me, threw me out on my butt with nothing more than the clothes on my back.

I don’t need a pack. I’m doing just fine on my own. Until one tiny mistake has me perfuming enough to draw every enforcement officer in a ten-block radius. I know what awaits me if I go into custody as an unclaimed Omega, so when a blazing hot and surprisingly kind Alpha throws me a life raft, I grab hold with both hands. Only problem? He didn’t exactly clear his claim on me with his pack. They don’t want an Omega—especially Thane, who seems to be calling the shots.

Practically Perfect. That’s the name of the magic shop my witch twin and I own in Chicago’s supernatural marketplace. In reality, things are not so perfect. Tessa's the face of our shop. She draws in the customers to buy our potions, brews, spells, and enchantments. I’m the sensible sister moving boxes in the back. It works, sort of, and we have a pretty good life...until Tessa disappears. My instincts tell me my sister didn’t leave by choice. But here’s the problem—this isn’t the first time she’s flitted off, forcing me to bail her out of trouble.

We're intelligent, hard-working, and unlike alphas and omegas, we're not ruled by our hormones. That's how I've earned the title of Alpha Wrangler. No matter how much testosterone floods a boardroom, I can always rise above it and get the job done. Which wins me the plum job of negotiating one of the biggest mergers in the country. All I need are a couple of signatures, and then I can use my bonus to buy an apartment with Kelvin, my beta assistant and best friend with benefits. All that comes crashing down when I'm triggered by a switch.

After our rival gives up the throne as my dying wish, my men trust him to protect me from any danger that may come my way. He keeps me safe, somehow understanding the darkness that lurks inside of me. He knows it cannot be caged, and he allows me the ability to set it free when we’re alone.

And the honor of Omega of the Year goes to...knot me. That title goes to my twin sister who is everything a top pack could want. Me? I've never been good at being an omega and have no desire to match with a pack. Especially not the pack of Alphaball players who have their sights set on my sister. When I match with Beck, Rylan, Rio, and Kane, I'm left with little choice but to see the match through. But their pack is in for quite the surprise...I'm knot so perfect and maybe they aren't either.

When I was ten, I was a naïve, shy girl. A girl who dreamed of sunsets and roller skates. Until my grandparents died. Then I found myself alone in the world. One bad thing after another seemed to find me but I dealt. I dealt because a man with a black leather jacket and ink from head to toe, told me how to survive this world. He told me that, sometimes, you have to get mean. And so, I embraced my mean. I hated it at first but as time went on, being mean became second nature.