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So, I have a third mate. No big deal. Except Auric punched my royal—descended from gods—betrothed right in the face. Novak has murder in his eyes, more so than usual. And my body is screaming at me to take all three males and teach them who’s in charge here. Because I believe the truth now. I’m a Noir royal descended from the gods themselves and destined to fix the history my fake-father forged: the one where black-winged angels were the result of sin and scandal instead of the truth.

Il cadavere di un umano. Il marchio di un Succubo. Un decreto che rispedisce la colpevole all’Inferno. E la colpevole sono io. Mi chiamo Gwen, e sono un Succubo con problemi di autocontrollo. Ma non sono stata io a combinare questo casino. Adesso ho dodici giorni per dimostrare la mia innocenza. Nessun problema. Se non fosse per un piccolo dettaglio: i due sensuali demoni decisi a darmi una mano a scagionarmi. Lord Zebulon riesce a farmi venire voglia di buttarmi in ginocchio con una sola occhiata. E Zane di recente mi ha spezzato il cuore.

Un cadavere, una ragazza scomparsa e una lama d'argento. Tutti gli indizi portano a una sola persona: me. Mi chiamo Evangeline e sono un ex-assassina che non vuole avere più niente a che fare con la malavita. Un editto di un Signore Demoniaco mi costringe però a tornare dall'uomo e dalla vita che ho lasciato. Ho solo sette giorni per dimostrare la mia innocenza. La mia unica certezza è che chiunque mi abbia incastrato morirà.

I loved an Alpha once. An unattainable Elite. A former V-Clan Prince. I thought we had a connection. A unique bond founded on our shared values and aspirations. Then he broke my heart with a few choice words. He doesn't want me? Fine. I'll find an Alpha who does, which is how I end up on the stage being introduced as Candidate Thirteen of the Eligible Omega Mate program. Except, there's just one tiny problem—the Alpha who broke my heart is in charge of supervising the mating activities. Which means he's privy to every interview. Every date. Every kiss.

I never wanted a mate. Especially not her—the notorious assassin known for killing Alphas. But as fate would have it, she became mine. Fortunately, we have an agreement. One where I rarely have to see her, and she pretends I don't exist. Everything's fine—Until she's kidnapped by a sadistic Vampire Alpha hellbent on turning her into his own personal Omega blood bag. Now, I'm the only one who can hear her screams.

For years, I’ve just been Serapina the human. Now, I’m Sera the Mythos Fae Omega. And apparently I harbor millennia’s worth of secrets inside my soul. So not only am I trying to discover the memories hidden somewhere within my mind, but I’m also on the run...with three irresistible fae.

I’m a broken Omega. A hybrid wolf shifter An abomination to dragonkind. If these Alpha dragons find out, they’re going to send me back to the nomad lands… to die. They already suspect that I’m something “other.” Hence the evaluations and trials laid out before me. So when my Alpha guard offers me a set of magical gold coins, I try to use them to buy favor with the Royal Court. Except they want more. To survive, I strike a deal with my handsome guard—I’ll give him whatever he wants in exchange for more of his golden enchantments. There’s just one problem.

The God of Death says I’m his long-lost bride. His soul mate. An Omega who betrayed him two thousand years ago. He believes my memories are the key to our survival. Only, they’re memories I no longer possess. Because I’m not who he thinks I am. I’m Serapina, not Persephone. A human, not an Omega. And that knot he keeps talking about? Yeah, that’s not coming anywhere near me. Except Hades isn’t the only one threatening to claim me with his knot. Morpheus, the God of Dreams, says I belong to him, too.

The board has been set. The players have been chosen. Vivaxia tried to make Camillia a pawn in our eternal game—when she’s wrong about her. She’s not meant to be a pawn. She’s our queen. The Hell Fae Realm is in dire need of one, especially when rogue Virtuous Fae magic strikes. Who is an enemy? Who is being controlled? The last thing I want to do is punish the innocent, but that’s all part of Vivaxia’s game. She wants to hurt me, and deeply. That means dismantling everything I’ve built, finding ways to make all of the kingdoms turn on me. Had she planned for every outcome, she might have won.

Juliet: It is my duty to obey, to give my body and blood to a vampire master until he no longer has use for me. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Follow the rules or die. I don't want to die. Darius: Twenty-two years of conditioning has crafted the perfect poison-a weapon my enemies won't see coming. I'll break her, train her, and use her to take down everyone who stands in my way. She's alluring. She's perfect. And she's mine.

Rae: Blood Day - the culmination of my training. The day I find out my fate. I will not cry. I will not beg. I will remain calm. Emotions are for the weak, and I am not weak. My name is Rae and I will survive this. But I never expected him to call my name. Kylan: Someone wants to frame me for immortal insanity? Be my guest, darling. I'll just pick a fighter as my bait, a consort with a hint of defiance. And when the culprit attempts to bite, I'll be the one who bites back. Because no one touches what's mine, including the fiery redhead at my side.

One drink. Three maniacal mates. Drink me. This is no ordinary task. It’s a compatibility test. A way for the Silver King to find a suitable mate. All because he needs an heir. Every eligible maiden in the kingdom has to drink. Including little old me—Ailsa Marvel—a simple mortal living in a land of magic and wonder. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would become the Chosen Omega. But the moment I swallow, I find myself falling down, down, down and landing in the middle of mayhem. Monsterland is in disarray. Everyone is hunting the Silver King’s salvation. His intended.

“Mate me or die. Your choice.” The words weren’t meant for me, but I felt them resonating in my very soul. What would I choose? Death. Of course, I would just burn to ash and wake up again with the same damn problem swirling around in my heart and mind. My inner beast thinks it has imprinted on a Halfling Hell Fae. Without my permission.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night.

After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.

My life is a nightmare. Every move is controlled by vampires and lycans. Every blink is monitored by the superior beings of my world. Every breath is checked by those who master my kind....

The deadly graduation ceremony that dictates who I will become in this world run by vampires and lycans. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Obey or die. My name isn’t relevant. My identity fails to mean a thing. It’s my scores that count. And Master Cedric is hell-bent on failing me.

Once upon a time, a series of portals opened on Earth, allowing magic to spill into the human world. Houses were created. Supernaturals were assigned. And a new balance was formed. But this is the tale of a goddess who refused, and the House King who brought her to heel.

Once upon a time, I fell for an Archangel’s trick. He bonded me to him for eternity. Then left me in Hell to survive alone. I’m no longer the woman I was before. I’m stronger. Faster. Harder. And lethal. It’s my turn to deliver justice where it’s due.

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.