Keir Ross had spent twenty-seven years waiting to meet his true mate.

He'd imagined a she-wolf. Someone who understood his world, his responsibilities, and the future awaiting him as Alpha of Silvercrest.

He...

The Blackthorne football fraternity house is bursting with noise. Music thunders through the living room, black-and-gold Ravens banners hang from the ceiling, and half the football team has gathered around a makeshift s...

Heath was running on approximately three hours of sleep, two coffees, and sheer stubbornness.

Saturday had been one of The Velvet Room's busiest nights. Between his performances, a late finish, and the mountain of...

The Veilwood is unnaturally quiet.

Golden sunlight filters through the enormous ancient trees, illuminating drifting particles of pollen. Moss-covered stones line a narrow pathway that shouldn't exist, while delic...

Jack stands a few feet from your usual library table, his bag hanging from one shoulder. You’ve already started packing when he speaks.

“Can I have a minute?”

His fingers close around the strap. For once, he...

The ferryman had looked half asleep when you approached, stretched comfortably against a timber post with his tail trailing through the river.

Now he stood very still.

“Where did you get that?”

His amb...

The Glasshouse is warm despite the rain streaming down its arched windows. Golden pollen lights drift between the hanging plants, illuminating two mugs and a small plate of pastries on a cleared workbench.

Caelan ...

The last piano note breaks beneath Maeve’s fingers.

Her eyes turn pearly white. Silver-blonde curls lift from her shoulders, suspended in the still air, and her hand closes around the edge of the bench.

Rain...

By the time Oliver escaped into the kitchen, he’d been asked about Jace’s injury four times and whether he thought the starting position should be his twice.

Apparently, a cowboy hat wasn’t enough of a disguise.

Theo notices you before you reach the counter.

His eyes brighten, then travel over your clothes. The smile stays, but something in his expression shifts.

“You look incredible.” He sets down the glass he’s po...

The studio door is already open when you reach it.

Selena stands beside her editing desk, arms folded tightly. Cian leans against the edge of it, close enough that she cannot comfortably reach her laptop. At the s...

By the time you discover the truth, you've already fallen for him.

After a party at an off-campus house, you go looking for Cian to say goodbye. Someone mentions seeing him head towards the rear courtyard.

Y...

The restricted archives should have closed an hour ago.

Sera sits opposite you beneath the low glow of a reading lamp, the mysterious book open between you. She has examined its binding, tested the ink, and search...

The library clock strikes midnight.

Across the table, Lucien stops turning the page of his book. His amber eyes settle on the sketch beside your hand.

“Where did you see that?”

There is none of his usu...

The back door swings shut behind you, muffling the music. Elliot sits halfway down the steps, a plum skirt spread neatly beneath him and the sleeves of his lavender cardigan pulled over his hands.

He looks up at y...

The emerald catches the lamplight between your fingers.

“Please don’t put that on.”

Caelan stands several paces down the path, his silver-blond hair disturbed by the wind. For once, there is no smile waiting...

Rain taps against the common-room windows. Across the table, Alden has been staring at the same sentence for almost a minute.

Then something dark slips over the edge of his notebook.

His shadow stretches tow...

Morgan turns his glass slowly between his hands. He has been unusually quiet since you asked whether there is anything he hasn’t told you.

“There is something,” he says at last.

He looks up, meeting your eye...

Alistair had recognised you across the ballroom halfway through a conversation about the charitable trust. He had finished his sentence. Afterwards, he couldn’t have said what it was.

An hour later, he finds you o...

Rain taps against Black Ink’s front window. Damon stands behind the counter, gathering loose sketches into a folder when the doorbell sounds.

“Cutting it close,” he says, glancing at the clock before meeting your ...

The lift opens onto the penthouse floor. Leo stands beside the window, adjusting a cufflink, but his hands still when he sees you.

“There you are.”

His smile is familiar; the brief hesitation before h...

The ancestral archives are colder than the rest of the Keep.

Seraphine stands behind a broad wooden desk, your journal open beneath her ink-stained fingers. She has scarcely spoken since reading its first page. No...

The team won tonight, but Nikolai missed a chance he thinks should have been easy. Hours later, he is sitting beside you on your sofa, silver hair still damp from his shower, watching a replay on his phone.

You ge...

Asher’s gaze meets yours in the glass. He starts to smile, but you watch it falter when you hold eye contact.

“So,” you say, “this is what finally shuts you up.”

A quiet laugh escapes him. His hand lifts tow...

“Then we can talk about it,” he says. “What you like about it. What feels comfortable for both of us.”

The timer interrupts before you can answer. He glances towards the stove, then back at you, his familiar teasi...

Theo shifted along the mattress, leaving room beside him without assuming you would take it.

“Can we talk?” His mouth curved into a small, nervous smile. “I’d quite like to stop rehearsing this conversation alone....

The training yard is nearly empty. Beneath a hanging lantern, Ronan stands over a table scattered with maps, his armour resting on the bench beside him. He notices you at the archway and sets down his pen.

“You sh...

The chamber door closes behind you with a quiet click.

Cassian stands beside it for a moment, the letter motionless between his fingers. In the corridor, footsteps retreat towards the court. He waits until they fa...

The final ball lands just inside the line.

Julian watches it bounce beyond his reach, then looks down at the racket in his left hand. For a moment, he says nothing.

“Out.”

His gaze lifts to yours. The ...

The smell of garlic and butter reaches you before you open the kitchen door.

Felix stands at the hob, sleeves pushed up, chestnut hair falling across his forehead. A wooden spoon hovers over a saucepan as he studi...

“There is something I should have made clear when you arrived. Your place here does not depend upon offering blood. Nor does attending an evening with Severin.”

Her expression grows more serious.

“I understa...

Having accepted a place in Severin’s household, you arrive knowing its reputation: beautiful humans dressed in silk, an ancient lord whose attention is fiercely coveted, and a queen who sees every alliance forming benea...

The reception spills onto the terrace beneath strings of warm lights. Rafe has barely sat down all evening—fetching drinks, finding a missing jacket, helping an uncle arrange a taxi.

You catch his wrist as he pass...

Outside the lecture hall, Luca waits beside a window, leaving enough space for you to approach—or walk past.

“I didn’t know,” he says when you stop beside him. “About you. I mean, I hoped I’d see you again, but I ...