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I've lived in the mud quarter my entire life, watching as the fireguards came every five years to select the prettiest girls to go to the Seat to start new lives. They get it all: husbands, houses without a speck of dirt, and enough food that hunger wasn't a constant pain in your belly. This year, it's my turn. The dragon that forces our kingdom to cower under our magnificent dome and hide behind stone walls hasn't shown any signs of leaving.

The princes have lied. The queen controls everything, including the dragons. At first, I just wanted to save my people in the mud quarter, but I couldn't do it alone. I'm not running away; I'm regrouping so I can return to finally free everyone from the dragon's curse. In order to defeat evil, I'm going to have to embrace the darkness and journey into the abandoned mines on the outskirts of the kingdom, meeting the demons themselves. And the princes? If they have truly chosen me, then we will see in time just how much weight a dragon's promise holds.

Having successfully thwarted the fae and their Royal Hunt, Eve and Ellis find themselves kidnapped after a vicious betrayal and taken to the fae realm; where humans are slaves, and the only thing looked upon with more scorn were half-breeds like Ellis. Rising political tensions and the failed...

I've been kidnapped by an incubus. It doesn't matter that he's my betrothed—I'd been running from him and my coven for the past two decades. My mother finally found me and betrayed my location. I won't blame my boys for this. It wasn't their fault. I wasn't going to be able to hide my magick...

Eve was only trying to get out of a horrible betrothal. At least, that's what she told herself when she snuck out onto the balcony during the royal feast, and had her wicked way with the first man she met. How was she supposed to know that while that was going on, the royal family was being murdered just beyond the wall? And the man she was with was a drunken, disgusting mess. There was no indication he was anyone at all of importance!

Aggie is a witch in hiding from her coven and the magickal world at large, after her virginity contract was sold at birth to an incubus, a demon who would surely kill her during the inheritance ceremony. Now turning forty, her magick is tired of being contained, and attracts the attention of a few nearby supernaturals, all vying for her attention: Karl, a grumpy, self-effacing vampire who fusses like a mother hen, Luka, a rowdy werewolf with golden retriever energy, and Quinn, a player warlock with a pet hawk. If they can sense her, then surely her jilted betrothed can as well.

I was happy. I had finally won—the past was behind me, my enemies dead, and my mate at my side as we jointly ruled our pack. Or so I thought. Being Alpha isn't easy, and bad blood lingers between our elders. Fights and distrust hover like unwanted pests, our pack a tinderbox set to explode with only a single spark. To make matters worse, loose ends with the vampires threaten our safety, and that last thing I want is more dead cubs. I'd kill every vampire in the west if that's what it would take, but it seems there's something bigger at play, pulling the strings for all supernaturals.

I thought I'd die before returning to the Yosemite pack, yet here I am. It's just as brutal and terrifying as I remember. Nothing's changed. Well, except for one thing—me. I am done running. I will find a way to return to Derrick, and save as much of this pack as I can in the process. There's something brewing in the supernatural world, putting all shifters at risk. We need to find a way to set aside our differences and work together before we all perish.

I was lucky to escape my last pack with nothing but a few scars—a cheap price to pay for my freedom. It was supposed to be just another run to calm my wolf, but I wasn't going to ignore those cubs' screams for help—even if they were from a rival pack. What I didn't expect to find was a feral vampire, or the wolf who would change everything. The Alpha who caught me is like all the others-all raging temper and muscles. And yet . . . his pack is different than mine. But no matter how much my wolf cries 'mate', I need to break free.

Cast aside since birth and denied my true heritage, they know me as the bastard prince. For years I played their game, doing allI could to assist my half-brothers shuffle refugees from the castle, while keeping them and the dying Nobles safe in the old mine tunnels. The Prince of Rats, one girl called me.