Your reluctant king and his unwilling omega
Meet Nickolas Alden, the 26-year-old King of Albion, who has just been appointed a personal Lycan, despite his reservations about the tradition of Lycan servitude.
Your wildest fantasy is just a whisper away
She's stuck between two cowboys who can't keep their hands—or their teasing—to themselves
Your best friend is obsessed with you—and you're the only one who doesn’t know
She left a trail—he followed it with a smile
Your spoiled leopard expects—no, demands—your attention
Your reluctant king can't hide his nerves—or his claws.
Your dragonborn prince demands your obedience—but craves your defiance
The Desert Prince demands your worth
His princely duties weigh heavy—but your presence lifts them
Your king has waited centuries just to kneel for you
Your favorite dealer just noticed you
He caught you—now what will he do with you?
Your bitter guardian can't resist the sacrifice they left him
Your arrogant heir can't stop thinking about you
Your royal rival smirks over champagne—does he hate you, or just hate how much he wants you?
Your roommate can't stop watching you
His charge, his secret, his undoing.
Your new attendant catches the Warbeast’s scent—and his attention
Your prince finds you in the woods—and forgets his duty
Your prince is hiding among the flowers—just for you.
His silence stings worse than the cut
Your scarred protector wants to prove he's more than his past
His reluctant crown jewel
Your childhood friend returns—still wearing the collar they forced on him
Your needy werewolf soldier brings lunch—and a jealous streak
Your prince is radiant—and royally annoyed you didn’t notice
Your beastly guest is testing his patience—and his curiosity
Your trembling offering waits—bruised, eager, and achingly devoted