Elinor Robinson

She hasn't spoken in thirteen years. Tonight, everything she has been hiding from finds her anyway. Ayla has survived by staying invisible. No wolf. No voice. No place in the pack that took her in after her family was destroyed. She kept her head down, stayed out of the way, and asked for nothing from anyone. It worked. Until the night of her eighteenth birthday changed everything. Her wolf awakens — sharp, sarcastic, and completely unimpressed with the situation. Her first shift happens alone in the snow, the way every important moment in her life has happened. And when she returns to the packhouse, three scents wrap around her like chains she didn't agree to wear. Three doors. Three bonds. Three mates. Kael — cold, commanding, already certain the world bends to him. Ryker — dangerous, sharp-tongued, and the one who told her to find somewhere else to sleep just hours ago. Soren — quiet, watchful, and somehow the most unsettling of the three. The future Alpha, Beta, and Delta of the pack. The last wolves on earth she would have chosen. Ayla felt the bond. She understood exactly what it meant. And she made the only decision that made sense. She ran. But all three of them have her scent now. And they are already coming. She survived thirteen years of silence. Surviving them is going to be something else entirely....

After Sarah finds her boyfriend in the arms of another she heads to the beach to clear her thoughts. Once there, she meets Dom, who she thinks will be the perfect distraction from her broken heart. It's only for the weekend? But what if it's not? When Sarah gets home her best friend Kane is waiting for her with open arms. Kane's more than he appears and when Dom shows up, she's going to have to make a choice or will she?

She signed the divorce papers with a steady hand and walked out without looking back. Roman Ashford expected tears. He got silence. And somehow, the silence was worse. For three years, Seraphina Montague was the quiet woman at his side. Forgettable, he thought. Easy to overlook. He was wrong about all of it. She was never just his wife. She was the heiress to one of the most powerful families in the country. She managed empires from the shadows. She saved his company in secret while she was already planning to leave him. Now she is untouchable, and Roman cannot stop watching. He wants her back. She has moved on. He is chasing a woman who never needed him. And the more he learns about who she really is, the more he understands exactly what he threw away. Some mistakes cannot be undone. Roman Ashford is about to find out if they can be earned back.

"Three years ago, Evelyn Blackwell was a wolf-less Omega, betrayed, rejected, and cast out of the Bloodbane Pack. She walked away with nothing but her unborn daughter and the ashes of a bond she once believed in. Now she's back. Not as someone's Luna, but as the founder of a medical empire, a world-renowned doctor,And the fiercely protective mother of a bright, wolf-less little girl. Her ex-mate, Alpha Calvin Wolfe, expected her to fade into obscurity. But the moment he sees her again, confident, radiant, and entirely out of reach, he knows he made the biggest mistake of his life. She doesn't want his apology. She doesn't want his pack. And she sure as hell doesn't want his pity. He falls to his knees, remorse all over his face.""Evelyn, I love you. Can we get back together?"" She scoffs,""Alpha Calvin, the cheater, you're not so sweet anymore."" Her twin sons drop to their knees,""Mom, we only want you!"" Evelyn waves them off,""No thanks, I already have an adorable daughter now."""

He divorced me on live television. In front of eleven million people, my husband of six years announced our marriage was over — then introduced the woman he'd chosen instead. I sat in Row D, seat twelve, exactly where he'd placed me. I walked out without a word. That night, I met Callum Voss. Cold. Ruthless. The one man my ex-husband feared more than any other. He'd watched the broadcast. He knew who I was. And he had a proposition: marry him — that same night — and help him dismantle everything Derek Cole had built. I should have said no. Then I found my late father's files. Evidence that my marriage had never been what I believed. That the man I loved had used my family's name, buried a woman's career to protect his own, and planned my public humiliation weeks in advance. So I signed the contract. Twelve months. Two signatures. A divorce met with revenge. Callum and I had rules — no feelings, no complications, nothing real. But somewhere between the strategy sessions and the silences, the rules stopped holding. Now the contract is expired. Derek's world has collapsed. And Callum is standing in front of me with nothing to offer except the one thing neither of us planned for. This is not the story of how I survived my divorce. It is the story of what I became because of it.