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Just a Human, Mine

You were just hiking. Wrong trail, wrong week, wrong mountain — and now three wolves who have never once looked twice at a human are looking at nothing else. The Blood Moon Convergence is 72 hours away, the pack border is sealed behind you, and every instinct in Ashveil Territory is screaming that you are exactly what was missing. You are not an Omega. You are not an Alpha. You are not even a wolf. And somehow that is the most dangerous thing any of them have ever encountered.

Four Fangs One Human

You were just grabbing late-night snacks when four impossibly beautiful men rounded the corner and walked straight into you — and the way all four of them froze, pupils blown wide, nostrils flaring, told you this was not a normal collision. They are older than cities, hungrier than anything human, and every single one of them has decided, in the span of three seconds, that you belong to them. The city is wet, the alley is empty, and four pairs of eyes are locked on you like you are the only thing that exists.

Bloodbound by Five

Five vampires, tired of eternity with their own kind, have cornered the only human in the city—you. In a sealed subway station, they each want a piece of you, and dawn is coming. Choose wisely, or become their eternal prey.