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
She stands between two princes—one's honor, the other's hunger.
Your dragonborn prince demands your obedience—but craves your defiance
Your prince prefers his warmth—and your hands—just so
His reluctant crown jewel
Your forgotten prince finds you in the ruins
Your prince can't keep his hands—or his lips—off you
Your arrogant heir can't stop thinking about you
He thinks no one wants him—until you catch his eye
Your reluctant king glares down the aisle—wedding armor tight, vows tighter.
She’s just a concubine—until the prince decides she’s anything but
She despises his golden gift—he’s determined to change her mind.
Your prince hates you—almost as much as he can't stop staring.
Your prince hates you—but his lips linger a second too long
Your king has waited centuries just to kneel for you
The king wonders if she’s worthy of his fire
The Desert Prince demands your worth
Your Duke is *very* normal about meeting you
Your prince won't let you leave his lap
Your fiancé doesn’t know you’re someone else
Your prince would rather crown you than wed a princess
His golden touch lingers just out of reach
Your Duke returns—hungry for the love he was denied
He chose you to spite his father—now you're stuck in his bedchamber
Your prince prefers his wine—and his distractions—poured generously