Smoke filled my lungs as I lay in the hospital bed, my body burned, my dreams reduced to ash. "Let...

Anastasia glared at Caius. “Three hundred sixty-five days. Then we go our separate ways.” He smirked, stepping closer. “And if...

I stared at them, my so-called stepbrothers—Quinn, Jack, and John. My high school tormentors. My nightmares. "You’re our mate," Quinn...