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The life of a vigilante is meant to be a lonely one. Roaming darkened streets and collecting secrets. Until the four of them forced their way into mine, stirring up feelings I didn’t know I had. But if they try to f--k with my plans, my pretty knife will be through their throats and my bloody scythe on their foreheads.

The moment we felt the mate bond, Kaci had only one choice to make: surrender to instinct and bear our pups like a good girl or force us to chase her down, belt her ass, and breed her hard. She chose hard, and she got it. Over and over again. But the truth is she was ours long before we marked her.

As said by Drake Princeton, "I loved you yesterday. I'll love you today, and I'll love you tomorrow, princess".

Nobody knows Luca Mercier lives two lives. In one, I'm a lonely billionaire—a widowed, protective father. In the other, I have demands. I have urges. I crave watching others submit to my whip. And I keep a tortured vow. Until her. In a moment of weakness, I devoured a powerful woman one night.

Family is who you make it and I’ve discovered blood means nothing, not unless I’ve slipped my blade into flesh and drawn my scythe with it. Just when things were starting to look up and all the pieces of my f--ked up life were coming together, I’m once again thrust into a war and this time I’m taking no prisoners. This is it, the final showdown, my scythe is sharpened and my boys are by my side. We might just find ourselves dead but not before I’ve drawn my scythe on every one of our enemies’ foreheads.

No woman can resist Luke Sanch’s chiseled features, honed physique, auburn hair, and intense green eyes. While deadly in combat, he’s an indomitable weapon in bed. He can coax an explosive release with only his mouth and annihilate with insidious, mind-blowing pleasure. When he infiltrates La Rocha Cartel, he must seduce Vera Gomez to determine whether to rescue her. Or kill her.

When Selene left us in pursuit of her sister, she had no idea what she let loose. Now I hunt her day and night, collecting her secrets in plain sight. She doesn’t have long until her time runs out, it’s her fault the four of us have feelings we can’t ignore. If she finds out we’ve f--ked with her plans, we might just find ourselves dead with her scythe on our foreheads.

Priscilla has spent her life fighting for freedom. Surviving captivity made her strong, but escaping it made her dangerous. The last thing she needs is another dominant, overbearing warrior trying to control her—even if he is the fiercest Niri Warlord to ever grace the planet. Niri Warlord Andear has spent years carving out his legacy, defending a kingdom with discipline and blood. He doesn't lose battles. He doesn't take risks. And he definitely doesn't fall for stubborn, sharp-tongued human females who challenge him at every turn.

Some marriages start with a loving "I do." Theirs starts with a lie. When human Kleena is snatched off the streets of Jorvla and thrust into an auction, she expects to find herself at the mercy of her buyer, not rescued by a Naga prince—even if he is a warrior haunted by the ghosts of his own devastating legacy. To keep her safe, they're forced to pose as newlyweds—an impossible feat when they don't even like each other. However, as days stretch into weeks, their forced proximity begins to feel a little less like punishment . . . and a lot more like a blessing.

Human slave Mila's survival depended on obedience—until she uncovered a secret that made her a target. Beaten, imprisoned, and left with no way out, she never expected a Naga warrior to destroy her chains. Niri General Brivul had no reason to risk everything for a human. But the moment he saw Mila, defiant even in chains, he knew . . . She was his.

Naga-alien King Gravon expected a solitary journey through the cosmos, not a stowaway that rocked him to his core. Yet he's faced with Azha—a human slave who used his ship to flee her masters. Now he is more than happy to offer her passage and bring her home with him . . . forever. King Gravon knows a secret Azha doesn't. She's his mate, and he's not willing to let her go. Even if she is human and he's an alien.

I had the double-edged dagger wrapped around his throat before the monster could even calculate his predicament! A surge of adrenaline kicked in, as I heard Christa cry out in pain. This caused me to dig deep with my sharp, deadly, instrument. It plunged into left side of the Guardian's main artery with great force.

As Darius consumes her body and soul, her secrets grow from within. If he discovers this well-hidden gem, will Dalia survive his wrath? Will Kaine ever locate her with the reward? Will he maintain enough of her blood to multiply the cure for his father? As Dalia becomes Darius's obsession will she grow to love him back? Will she finally... hoof it?

There she lay in all her glory...it was her: Dalia from the Wild. As she lay upon the manicured turf eating a fresh peach under a heavy tree, my mouth salivated as she sexily consumed her delicacy.