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Dad promised me he’d stop sneaking into the Veil. He lied. Which is why I found a teaching job in the Court of His Highness, Gabriel the Virtuous. His school for misguided youth is nearest to the Veil. If he catches me sneaking around, I’m toast. My problems mount when I meet Gabriel face to face - and my soul lights up and begins to dance. He’s six-feet-three of muscle with midnight-blue eyes and a body made for lust - which is decidedly not on his list of virtues.

My favorite kill is Alpha Regha. Second favorite doesn’t exist - nothing and nobody else is a fair fight. I haven’t had one of those in too long as I lead my Warlords far and wide in pursuit of the imposter. So far, he’s eluded me, leaving me frustrated, moody as hell, and spoiling for battle. In this snow-covered border village, I sense no enemy. Only a dozen girls hiding in a barn - as they should. One of them is Rickie Lee, an Omega I instantly rename Kiki. She hates that. Too bad. There’s something different about Kiki, and it’s not just the sass that makes me laugh.

I bargained with Lucifer. My end of this deal with the devil? Sneaking food into the prisoner's cell. Raphael, powerful Lord of Court of Sunder, is no less magnificent even in defeat, with burning violet eyes that track my every move. I shouldn't even be around him, for my dreams feel disturbingly like memories of forbidden things I'd done in a life I never lived. If he finds out about my terrors, he'll know Lucifer can Mark me, and use me to his bidding.

Knowing that the strongest alliances are forged through mating, long ago, the King of Regha asked for my help. So when I came collecting on his firstborn, he gave her to me. I am nothing but a glorified thief. She is the Regha Princess. The jewel of her people. And now, she is mine.

I’m scrounging for food in an abandoned Bel Air mansion when an angel catches me - and I try to kill him. Instead of swatting me like a mortal fly, he strikes the ground with his sword...and I’m transported, wounded and alone, to some kind of medieval science-fiction fantasy world. There must be some reason the archangel - all gorgeous, bloody perfection with massive wings and a deadly kilt - spared me. No mortal is supposed to remember when the angels fell. But I do, and I’m marked with a secret that could turn the tables, and send this beautiful angel straight to hell.

D’Artaron is the kind of commanding officer every father wants for his daughter, every king wishes they had, and every princess wishes he was in her security detail. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a handsome masculine face, with dark hair that reaches just past his chin. Amiable, brooding, and utterly unavailable as well as self-denying of pleasure, Summer Court's Commander walks around breaking hearts as if it’s his duty. It's not. His duty is to the king. When the king hears of the coup in the Spring Court, he sends the Commander to protect the only royal left standing.

My undead army is in need of a general. The soldiers are divided. Weak. Ruled by the fae leader of the Summer Court. The brother of the princess… Fleur is alluring—everything I’ve ever desired. The type of female who can topple kingdoms and bring males to their knees. Her presence is hard to resist, which makes her dangerous. To me and my secrets. That doesn’t stop me from watching her from the shadows. Or feeding my addiction with a glance or a touch. If I don’t stay away from her, everything I’ve set out to accomplish will burn up in flames. But not having her makes me obsess.

You'd think that as the Royal Seer, I would've foreseen the tall, shadow-cloaked fae appear in the gardens. And how we'd share a bench, an intimate conversation, and a kiss. But I didn't. When he offers his arm to escort me back to the king's ball, I find myself taking it. And learning his identity. The Unseelie king—a reclusive male with magic too powerful to comprehend. Clearly, I shouldn't have kissed him. My mistake. My huge mistake. For now, the Unseelie king demands something my king isn't willing to give. That I become his bride.

I took her out to dinner. And liked spending the evening with her. So when I invited her to the Royal Court, she accepted. But I have been lying to her. And now I have to reap what I've sown. For the male she calls Commander, the world knows as the Summer King. She's a fae with barely any magic. I am the king. She thinks it can't work out between us. And I'll do everything in my power to prove her wrong.