Prince Rafe leans over me, holding himself up on one elbow as he gazes at my face. I feel his eyes wandering over every surface from my brow to my eyes, down my nose, to my lips and chin, and then returning to hold my gaze for a second. The small smile at the corner of his mouth makes me think he likes what he sees. His hand is cool when it brushes a loose curl from my cheek, but I don’t jerk away from him. I have no idea what’s going on. I don’t understand why I’m here. I don’t know what will happen tomorrow. It seems like a lot of powerful people want me—dead or alive. And yet, all I can think about right now is how badly I want this vampire’s hands on my body. *** I live in a desolate village on the edge of the Vampire King’s lands. This used to be wolf shifter territory, but now, we are just trying to survive. When I mess up and find myself in a culling, I know I’m dead. No wolf shifters ever survive these events. And after the stunt I pulled in the middle of the village, Prince Rafe probably wants me dead. Is it a good thing or a bad thing when a vampire looks at you like you’re a snack? Something tells me, once I reach the castle, I’ll be missing my miserable existence in the village. But then—it turns out I have no freaking idea who I even am, and when the royals start referring to me as Princess Ainslee, I realize my life is about to take a turn—for better or worse.

"His lips moved down to my collarbone, and I felt a stab of pain, albeit dull, rush through my senses from his teeth. "You're mine," he growled. A moan escaped my mouth. "Yes... Yours... I'm yours." It was as if he took that as permission. His teeth dug into flesh, and that dull pain cranked up. It didn't hurt. Not in a bad way. But it did bring tears to my eyes, followed by a euphoria unlike any other. "Oh, Dimitri. Please," I moaned. He had marked me. It was only customary that I did the same. My mouth found its way to the nape of his throat and tasted. Sweat, musk, and masculinity. It was maddening." *** Camille has spent her life trying to stay invisible in a world ruled by power, bloodlines, and dominance. But invisibility is a luxury she’s never truly been allowed. From the moment she is pulled into the brutal hierarchy of the werewolf packs, she becomes a target—judged, discarded, and bound to expectations she never chose. Love, when it comes, is neither gentle nor safe. It is tangled in resentment, control, and betrayal, leaving Camille broken and questioning her own worth. Just as she reaches the edge of surrender, a single connection changes everything—awakening forces far greater than pack politics or cruel traditions. Drawn into the orbit of a ruler feared by all and understood by none, Camille discovers that affection can be as dangerous as hatred, and protection often comes at a price.

"The alpha slowly caressed her plump lips while licking his sensually. Evelyn couldn't control her thoughts. She wants him close to her as much as possible. She stood on her tippy toes and caught the alpha's lips on a searing kiss, surprising him. Keiran froze for a second, his eyes widened in surprise as he tried to comprehend what the omega just did. The alpha smirked and pulled the girl closer to him before pushing his tongue into her mouth. Evelyn moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck, the pajamas in her hand falling to the floor." Evelyn is an omega, the lowest rank among the werewolves. The girl had to suffer a lot since childhood. Constantly hiding and living in fear killed her spirit. With an unknown enemy chasing her day and night, she was on the brink of losing hope. That's when he found her. Keiran Winter, the Alpha of one of the powerful Packs in the world, despised the weak with a passion. So when he got to find that his mate is the weakest human he has ever seen, it wasn't all rainbows and butterflies for him. He wanted nothing to do with her. But he was everything to her.