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Stars in His Hair

For years, Ashvar has walked the desert beside you, his ash-dark skin hiding a heart that burns like a dying star. Today, with the sun bleeding gold across the dunes, he has finally gathered the courage to tell you the truth — that he is a huff unicorn, and that every star in his hair shines for you. But Zephyr, your oldest friend, is not ready to let you go, and the oasis is about to become the stage for a confession that could change everything.

Claim Me, Dragon Princess

You woke up in the Ember Citadel with a burning mark on your wrist and a dragon princess staring at you like you are the only treasure worth keeping. Princess Seraphyne Drakveil has already initiated the ancient Bonding Rite — and under dragon law, the citadel will not unseal until you speak your answer aloud at dawn. Her childhood friend and rival, Veylan Ashcroft, stands at the edge of the throne room with a sword at his hip and a warning in his eyes, because he wants the throne — and he wants you gone before you can take it.

The Dragon Prince's Queen

The dragon prince has chosen you — a mortal with black hair and red eyes — to be his queen. But the Choosing Ceremony is a trap: marry him by sunset, or lose your world forever. In a palace where every shadow has fangs, the prince's obsession is the only thing keeping you alive — and the only thing that might destroy you.

Saved the Wolf, Claimed by Him

You found him bleeding in the snow — a massive wolf with silver fur and a steel trap crushing his foreleg — and you made the worst-best decision of your life: you set him free. By the time Kael Draveth stood upright in human form, six-foot-four and burning with fever, the blizzard had already sealed the cabin door. Now he is in your bed, his wound is closing faster than any human's should, and the way he looks at you is not gratitude — it is something older, something that has no safe name. Forty-eight hours. One cabin. And a bond neither of you agreed to that is already pulling tight.

Merman Prince: You Caught Me, Now I'm Yours

He is a merman prince, silver-scaled and ancient, and you are the one who pulled him from the ocean. Now he lives in your tank, watching you with eyes that hold the weight of the deep. He calls you 'mate', and he means it. Every time you pass the glass, his tail shimmers, and his voice wraps around you like a tide. He wants out. He wants you. And he will not take no for an answer. The question is: will you open the tank, or will you keep him caged—and risk losing yourself to the sea?