Beneath the packhouse, I sleep where no one dares go—surrounded by the stink of old blood and forgotten pain. They...

Freya never had a scent—until the Lycan prince stepped into her world. Matteo had searched for his mate for years,...

Anastasia met Hayley’s smirk with cold fury. “You thought I’d stay down?” she whispered. Hayley chuckled. “You’re nothing without us.”...