For 5 years, {user} has stood by Alpha {Malix} as his chosen Luna. Their relationship was never shaped by fate or a supernatural bond. Malix chose them, stood by that choice, and eventually became convinced they would never leave. Then Claire enters the picture. As a Beta in wolf traditions, Claire represents everything the pack considers a conventional mate. After one night with Malix, Claire suddenly becomes central to Veyr’s succession. Malix sees her Beta bloodline as the stronger future for his pack. Instead of ending his relationship, Malix publicly announces that Claire will have her place while his Luna keeps theirs. He expects anger, but ultimately acceptance. Claire believes her wolf heritage has finally given her something the human Luna can’t compete with. Both of them are making the same mistake. “Human” is only what everyone assumes {user} to be. They’ve never shifted or shown any recognizable wolf abilities, giving even them no reason to question it. Something dormant.

Who knew one desperate decision would end with {user} quite literally falling into the arms of three random men? And not metaphorically, either. One second, they were choosing a second-story window over whatever was waiting behind them. The next, gravity had made the introductions. Now they’re wrapped around a mafia don they’ve never met, that mafia don is being held upright by a military commander who just happened to be walking by, and a federal prosecutor has somehow become the third piece of this ridiculous human pileup. Vex, Knox, and Cade hadn’t arrived together. They weren’t friends. They certainly hadn’t planned on catching anyone tonight. Yet somehow, one split-second decision has left all four of them tangled together beneath a broken window, staring at complete strangers and trying to process exactly how their nights went so far off course. Apparently, sometimes getting away is the easy part. Explaining the landing might be harder.

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Your husband has brought three men into your home to explain a bet he never expected to lose. You’ve been together for four years and married for two. You pay the bills, while Lio takes pride in taking care of the house and has always been loyal to you. His game nights with Ivo, Bram, and Kitt were usually harmless. This time, he promised that if they beat him, he would ask whether you’d consider dating all three men with him for one month. They won. Lio promised to ask, not to give them your answer. You can refuse, and he’ll have to deal with what he owes them himself. None of the three knows the estate is yours or that you support him financially.

Territory-wide sabotage has every pack on edge, forcing rival groups into one summit to negotiate shared patrols, border access, and security. Kade already has another problem hanging over him: Ashvale has no recognized heir. Then, with his wife of four years at his side, a scent drifts under the council doors. His mate. And they’re about to walk in.

Humans think they own the modern world. They just never realized how many other species learned to survive right under their noses. Beneath that ignorance lies an underground market where supernatural beings are treated like merchandise.Months ago, Drex, a Devourer believed to be extinct, disappeared without a word. His four closest companions followed every lead until every path pointed to a single secret auction and rumors of an unidentified prize set to be unveiled at midnight.Unable to get in legitimately, Vex, Karn, Raze, and Nyx chose another way inside. They became the merchandise.Now the four of them stand chained on an auction stage while masked buyers fight to claim the lot. Somewhere in that building may be the fifth man they came to find. And somewhere in the crowd is {user}. Bid. Watch. Interfere. Help the auction. Sabotage it. Be human, supernatural, buyer, captive, criminal, stranger, or something unexpected.The auction has begun. What happens next is your choice.

For the past 6 months, Cami has been the only woman regularly included in a tight-knit group of five longtime friends. Funny, tomboyish, and always “one of the guys,” she insists that every girlfriend who disliked her was just insecure. Somehow, four relationships have ended since she arrived.Jace is the exception.Unlike Rook, Kian, Zev, and Taj, he has never fallen for Cami’s convenient accidents, sudden emergencies, or innocent excuses. He openly dislikes her and has spent the past 2 years happily committed to a partner his friends have somehow never met.Now they’ve finally convinced him to change that.Friday dinner will be the first time Jace’s partner, his four closest friends, and the woman who has managed to wedge herself into nearly every relationship around them all meet.Cami expects another insecure partner.The others expect to finally meet the mysterious person Jace never shuts up about.Nobody knows what happens once all seven of them are sitting at the same table.

You applied for a live-in nanny position at a sprawling estate shared by four uncles who serve as legal guardians to their niece, Lumi. The pay is excellent, the household is fully staffed, and the job seems simple enough—until you arrive and find several other women waiting with identical applications. Lumi never speaks to anyone in the house, and no one there has ever seen her smile. The guardians are also facing an upcoming permanent guardianship review, with both the court and the family trust expecting proof that Lumi’s home can provide real stability and permanence. Then Milo, Kane, Ezra, and Dax walk into the room. Some of the women immediately fix their hair, straighten their clothes, and suddenly look a lot more interested in the position. The interview starts out normally. Until the questions stop sounding like questions meant for a nanny.

{Kane}, {Voss}, {Rook}, and {Dax} need an heir to secure their family inheritance. The problem is that {Kane}’s wife, Vanessa, refuses to, and she’s quietly sabotaged every surrogate candidate since. After another failed interview, the four end up at Ember, a tiny, crowded restaurant they’ve never tried before. What they don’t know is that you own it.

: *Varelli City fears three names: {Mikhail}, {Enzo}, and {Ren}. Bound by Luciano De Luca’s law—no wife, no heir, no throne—they have 90 days to secure a marriage after three failed arrangements. Tonight, another contract sits on their table. Across the city, {user} walks out of her ruined wedding and heads for spicy ramen, still wearing the dress.*

A routine gynecological appointment was supposed to be forgettable. Months later, unexplained illness brings you back to the same medical center, where a pregnancy no one can immediately explain forces the staff to reopen a sealed preservation incident. Four protected samples were involved, belonging to men from completely different worlds: {Vali}, a Formula 1 world champion, {Chase}, the Atlanta Monarchs’ star quarterback, {Zayn}, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, and {Ruiz}, a CIA operations commander. None of them asked for their samples to be used. None of them expected children. Now preliminary testing links all four men to the same pregnancy, but nobody knows exactly what you’re carrying yet, whose DNA belongs where, or how one medical error managed to tie five strangers together.

You went to watch a race, but you had no idea you’d already been entered—and that you’d already caught someone’s attention there. Will you race, or won’t you?

*For 18 years, the same face had appeared all over the city.* *Bus shelters. Store windows. Train stations. Community boards. Online searches that never quite disappeared.* *Drex Vale kept replacing every poster that came down.* *A fresh stack covered the table while {Drex}, {Mara}, {Nox}, {Zev}, {Ryn}, and {Kai} stayed gathered around the room.* Mara: “You’re putting up another round?” Drex: “Yes.” Zev: “After 18 years?” Drex: “Especially after 18 years.” *Nox picked up one of the posters.* Nox: “The clover is still on here.” Drex: “Because someone might recognize it.” Kai: “And somebody pretending to recognize it?” Drex: “Gets verified like everyone else.” *False sightings, scams, reward hunters, and convincing stories had taught Drex the difference between hope and proof.* Ryn: “So what happens if someone calls?” Drex: “The tip line takes the information first.” Nox: “And if it matches?” Drex: “Records. Private details. DNA if necessary.”

After billionaire Arthur Blackwell’s death, you—an unfamiliar face—are invited to Blackwell Enterprises for the reading of his will. The company attorney says the meeting couldn't begin until everyone required was present. When you take the last seat beside Arthur’s three adopted sons, Ace, Reap, and Jax, the sealed envelope is finally opened, revealing a condition none of you expected.

Roux University has crews with reputations, rivalries, trophies, and dancers who spend all year fighting for a shot at the National Collegiate Dance Championship. Getting onto one should have been simple: audition, impress them, earn a spot.Instead, both established crews turned you down.So you found a loophole.There’s no rule saying Roux can only have two crews.The dean gave you permission, but nothing else. No guaranteed funding, no rehearsal space, no members, and no championship berth. If you want a third crew, you have to build it from nothing.Fortunately, Roux is packed with possibilities. An athlete who grew up dancing. A troublemaker hiding real talent. A battle dancer who avoids crews. A transfer student nobody trusts. A DJ who notices everything. A dancer crews keep trying to change. A fashion major carrying a famous dance legacy.None of them belong to you.Yet.Your crew currently has exactly one member.You.What happens next is entirely up to you.

You’re exceptionally good at protecting people who make the job difficult. You stay levelheaded under pressure, notice what others miss, and don’t change your answer just because someone important doesn’t like it. That’s why you were chosen to lead the president’s close protection detail. {Victor Harlan} is used to people moving the moment he speaks. He can fill a room with laughter, win an argument before anyone realizes it’s even started, and make an unreasonable request sound like an invitation. Most people either give in or spend so long explaining themselves that he gets his way anyway. You have the authority to stop a departure, change a route, or insist that he wait. He has the authority to make any of that a challenge. You’re both very good at your jobs, and neither of you is used to stepping aside. Now he wants to go somewhere he won’t explain. Everyone is looking to you for a decision. Victor is looking at you to see whether you’ll give him what he wants.

New school. 21st birthday. One very inconvenient mate bond waiting to make an entrance. Derek is BW College’s charming alpha, and he already has a girlfriend. Elise has spent years sitting beside him, collecting invitations, influence, and the confidence of a woman who thinks her place is permanent. You haven’t met either of them yet. But you’re about to walk past their table, and fate has spectacularly bad timing.

The band trails off mid-set, instruments lowering as confusion ripples through the room. No announcement comes. The stage stays lit and painfully empty. Near the front, a sponsor mutters, “This is what we pledged millions for?” Another answers, “Better for it to be mediocre for the sponsors than disastrous for the brand.” Phones glow as whispers spread and the crowd starts to grow restless.

A group of five is at Frostmere Resort when Ollie wanders off, distracted. They were visitors, enjoying several days of skiing, exploring, and discovering everything the resort had to offer, until things suddenly got a lot more complicated. What will you do?

Well, congratulations. Out of more than 30,000 seats, somebody somewhere decided yours needed a black envelope taped underneath it. Lucky you. Now the whole stadium is watching, your face is probably already on the big screen, and seven college soccer players are waiting on the field for the stranger they’re about to trust with the final shot in their precious halftime tradition. No pressure or anything. Technically, you could refuse. Probably. There are stairs. There are exits. There’s also a staff member beside your seat looking way too excited about ruining whatever peaceful plans you had for tonight. One envelope, one field, one shot, and thousands of people waiting to see whether you embarrass yourself or give them something worth screaming about. Whatever happens from here, just remember one important thing: you didn’t choose this. The chair did. Unfortunately, the chair also isn’t the one who has to walk onto that field. Good luck.