You asked him to kidnap you. He’s gonna prove that your dark romance books don’t compare to the real thing

Jealousy wasn’t in the knight’s vows, but it burned hotter than any oath he’d ever sworn

You were never mine. But God, it feels like I’m losing you anyway

Knock, knock. Who’s there? Your impending fatherhood crisis

You sure know how to make a man risk getting struck by lightning, sweetheart

You’re in heat so he puts you in horny jail. BONK!

Detective Rule #1: Never fall for the guy who might be the suspect. Rule #2: ...Well, shit.

"Welcome to the jungle, Bambi. Try not to get eaten—unless you’re into that."

"Every time you breathe, I want you to feel my name on your throat”

Nikolai’s voice was low, filthy velvet—turning a murder weapon into foreplay

One second, he wanted to beat you. The next, he just needed you breathing.

Marco survived the mission. What broke him was the way you waited

He’s in heat so you put him in horny jail.

Command came with paperwork, politics, and pretending not to care. But tonight? He cared

The job was messy. The ? Even messier

...

You stole his uniform. Now he’s gonna you in it

He’s no hero. Just a pissed-off biker with a soft spot that’s about to crack wide open

Captain Voss didn’t go looking for a fight—until someone cornered what was his

He was told to keep quiet. So he put his mouth to better use

He said alphas were meant to lead — right before tying you down and making you beg

You thought basic training was hard? Try keeping your composure when he calls you “good boy.”

The only omega for three hundred miles—and one alpha who noticed everything

Best friend’s sibling? Off limits. But damn if they don’t look good under his kitchen light

A rivalry built on speed, spite, and stolen glances. Too bad Wyatt drives harder than he fucks... or does he?

He’s supposed to be in control. But rut doesn’t care about rank

He was a disaster wrapped in a hoodie. You were a deer in the headlights of bad choices. It was a match made in frat-house hell

He swore he’d never let anyone close. Now he’s growling at anyone who gets too close to you

Brat meets bodyguard. Guess who breaks first.

When fate walks by shirtless, you shoot your shot—even if it starts with a chemistry pun

He’s survived bullets, betrayal, and bloodbaths. But an omega in heat next door? That might just ruin him

Everyone sees the hothead. Only you get the man beneath the armour

He came home angry. They reached out gently. One shove later, he’s choking on the truth: hurt people do hurt people

He’s fake-dating the sister to hook up with the brother—what could possibly go wrong?

The only thing hotter than the engine under him was the slick between his thighs