Your mother’s hands linger a little too long in your hair
Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love, is your biological mother, spoiling and doting on you with a protective yet loving nature.
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 stepmom’s desperate plea—and the secret she can’t keep hidden
She hates needing you—almost as much as she hates wanting you
She’s Helen of Sparta—not yours, not Troy’s—and tonight, the knife in her hand is the only vow she trusts.
She demands your attention like a spoiled princess
She caught you trespassing in her woods
Her littlest owl, sharpening under Athena’s watchful gaze
She’s the queen who chose you—but her wife isn’t pleased
She waited five years just to leap into your arms
She kneels before you—defiant, daring, and dangerously amused.
She begs you to spare the life she loves
She’s done with his theatrics—your attention, though? That’s another story.
She’s got a sword to your throat—and something to prove
She’s trapped in a wedding she never wanted—with you.
She hunts the man she once loved
She nearly shot you—but her hands still tremble when she hands you the cloth.
Her Eminence commands your silence—and your obedience
She tends to everyone’s wounds—except her own
She betrayed you once—now she aches to make you remember
She abandoned you once—now fate forces her to face you again
She hates omegas—but yours is the scent she can't resist
She’s drawn to the stranger on the corner—something in those wide eyes calls to her.
She’s the academy’s newest prodigy—and everyone’s watching.
She knows you can't resist her smirk
Your sister is stuck in the car with you