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She deals in hard data. He is a variable that breaks every law of physics. Dr. Haelia Vaney knows better than to trust her gut. Ten years ago, a theory based on intuition destroyed her academic career. Now, she trusts only what she can measure. And Subject 8—a specimen in a black-site containment tank—measures as impossible. He doesn’t swim. He doesn’t eat. He watches her with eyes that burn with a violet, radioactive intelligence. When a catastrophic power surge shatters the containment glass, Haelia doesn’t find a dying animal on the wet floor. She finds a man. Rynor is a Pilot ...

She came to sanitize the Undercity. He decided to keep her.Dr. Maren Cross doesn't do "mess." As the city’s Director of Sanitation, she has spent thirty years scrubbing the world clean, burying the past under layers of concrete and glass. She has a plan for everything.Falling into a sinkhole in the condemned Sector 4 was not part of the plan.Neither was waking up in the lair of the thing that rules the dark.Vorak is a nightmare wrapped in scars and fur. He is seven feet of biological lethal force, a mutant "Rat King" who has built a kingdom out of the trash Maren throws away. He is savage...

Subject 734 isn’t a man. He is a thesis.Dr. Katrin Vane deals in hard data. As the university’s leading Anomalous Biologist, she knows that the thing floating in the amber vat in the sub-basement isn’t a folklore legend. He is a biological specimen. A career-maker. A set of variables to be measured, cataloged, and ignored.Until the cooling system fails.When a facility-wide lockdown seals Katrin inside the lab with the specimen, the variables change. The ice melts. The heartbeat returns. And Valeric wakes up with a hunger that has been building for five hundred years.He is ancient, ...

She came for data. She became the prey. Dr. Maren Reid has one chance to salvage her ruined career: prove that the "Exclusion Zone" isn't a geological disaster, but a habitat for a species the world has forgotten. She expects radiation, treacherous terrain, and silence. She doesn't expect the silk. When Maren triggers a trap in the deep woods, she is dragged into the subterranean lair of Tcklick—a creature of chitin, shadow, and terrifying intelligence. He is the Weaver, the Warden of the Labyrinth, and he has a simple rule: No one leaves. Maren tries to use logic to negotiate her release...

He was sent to silence her. Instead, he burned the world down to keep her.Sylvie Grant has spent six years being invisible. As an unclassified runt working in the Council Archives, she survives by staying quiet, taking her suppressants, and hiding the truth: she is a rare Omega in a world that hunts them.But when she stumbles upon a kill list with her sister’s name on it, Sylvie stops hiding. She steals the proof and runs.She didn't count on Zane Rhodes.Zane is the Council’s "Fixer." A lethal, disciplined Enforcer who views emotions as structural flaws. He doesn’t have a pack; he has ...

I went into the jungle to study the apex predator. I didn't expect to become his prey. My colleagues called it a suicide mission. I called it data. As a xenobiologist, I don’t believe in monsters—I believe in variables, morphology, and instinct. I thought I could observe Vokax from a distance. I was wrong. The Prime of Sector 4 isn’t just a giant insectoid beast. He is seven feet of obsidian armor, terrifying intelligence, and possessive instinct. He didn’t kill me when he found me. He captured me. Now, I’m trapped in his Hive, sealed in by wax and pheromones. I should be ...

She is the Warlord of the North. He is the tribute she was never meant to claim. General Torra Krell is a monolith of black steel and scarred flesh. Standing six-foot-four in her armor, she rules Sector 4 with a simple philosophy: be stone, be solitary, and never show weakness. She has spent decades executing the Empire's will, convinced that affection is just a structural flaw in the armor. Solen Moss has survived the intake camps by being invisible. Small, quiet, and terrified, he hides his brilliance as a field medic behind the guise of a common servant. When he is dragged out of the ...

He came to audit her books. He stayed to inspect her biology. Dr. Amanda Jones believes in two things: hard data and lab coats buttoned to the chin. As the director of the failing Crips Oceanographic Institute, she has no time for variables—especially not the tall, bearded, and infuriatingly grumpy auditor sent to shut her down. She just needs to secure her grant, fix the leaking roof, and keep her latest discovery secret. The discovery? Callinectes eros. A rare, neon-crab with a pinch that doesn’t cause pain... it causes pure, unadulterated ecstasy. Captain "Cutter" Vane is a man of ...

They built him to be a biological weapon. She taught him to be a sanctuary.Dr. Ann Kovan has one rule: Data is safe. Emotion is a variable.Exiled from the university and blacklisted by her peers, Ann’s career has dissolved into a humid, steel-walled nightmare: Sector 4. It’s a black-site laboratory designed to contain the uncontainable, and her new assignment is the crown jewel of their collection.Subject X-7.He is a genetic anomaly. A hybrid of human DNA and deep-sea terror. He has no legs, only a massive, translucent tail that crushes concrete. He has no voice, only a bioluminescent ...

She came to dissect a monster. She found a soulmate. Dr. Susan Sharp deals in facts. Cold, hard, measurable data. After a career-ending scandal, she needs a win, and the rumors of an apex predator in the Yukon are her last chance at redemption. She expects to find a mindless genetic mutation. She finds a myth made flesh. Rokar is a creature of silence and snow. Standing seven feet tall with the wings of a raptor and eyes like obsidian voids, he is the lethal king of the mountain. He should be terrifying. He is terrifying. But when a catastrophic blizzard traps them together in his isolated ...

Protocol said they were enemies. The storm made them roommates. The bio-monitors proved they were something much more dangerous. Commander Toria Gage does not believe in variables. She believes in orders, efficiency, and the cold hard logic of Aether Dynamics. Sent to the bottom of the world to audit a rogue research station, her mission is simple: secure the data, liquidate the liability, and get out. The liability is Dr. Mara Webb. Chaotic, brilliant, and fiercely protective of her work, Mara is everything Toria hates. She’s messy, she defies authority, and her groundbreaking research ...

He replaced forty percent of his nervous system to kill the wolf inside. But one scent just crashed the system. AELAX: I am a weapon. A warlord. A machine built of chrome and discipline. I replaced my spine, my arm, and my eye to suppress the biological rage that destroyed my unit. I live in a cold, silent cage of my own making. Safe. Controlled. Dead. Until she walked into my workshop. Oliette. The mechanic with grease on her hands and a debt she can’t pay. She thinks I’m just a broken piece of hardware to be fixed. She doesn't know that my suppression reservoir is empty. She doesn't ...

Love is messy. Literally. Marla Ponds has a simple goal: Win the "Village in Bloom" contest and crush her nemesis, Mrs. Higgins, into horticultural dust. Her roses are pruned. Her marrows are tucked in. Her life is perfectly pH-balanced. Until she finds a three-hundred-pound intruder in her compost bin. He isn’t a badger. He isn’t a thief. He is Gorphalax, a Gentleman Professor of Decay from the Sector of Ooze. He is massive, purple, gelatinous, and has a terrifyingly sophisticated palate for rotting cabbage. Marla should call the police. Instead, she puts him in a beige trench coat, ...

He doesn't hunt. He waits. And I just swam straight into his nest."Hesitation is death."That’s the only rule that matters when you’re seventy feet underwater in a hurricane. I’m Lexie Gage, a retrieval specialist with a mountain of debt and zero survival instinct. When a shadowy client offered to wipe my slate clean in exchange for recovering a piece of tech from the Dead Zone, I didn’t ask questions.I just dove.I didn't know the Dead Zone belonged to Kaxen Hunt.Kaxen isn't just a reclusive billionaire hiding in a glass fortress. He’s a prehistoric apex predator. He is massive, ...

He bought my debt. Now he owns my time. Valia Hunt has three days to save her father’s crumbling logistics company, or the loan sharks will come for blood. When she returns to her office to find the door kicked in, she expects violence. She doesn't expect him. Garret Cross is a myth in the underworld—a corporate fixer for the mob who doesn't just break legs; he liquidates assets. He’s cold, lethal, and terrifyingly precise. And he just bought her debt. The terms are simple: Valia is bankrupt. She has no money, no allies, and no way out. So Garret makes her an offer she can't refuse. ...

Ten years ago, he broke my heart to save my life. Now he’s back to claim the rest of me. Toran Wilder isn’t just a billionaire CEO. He is a predator in a bespoke suit. A creature of shadow and ozone who has spent a decade starving himself to keep the world safe from his hunger. But his control is finally slipping, and the only thing that can save him is a plant that doesn't exist on Earth. He has the seeds. He has the laboratory. But he needs me to make it bloom. I am Jessa Swift. I deal in sunlight and soil, not blackmail and monsters. But when Toran buys the debt on my family’s ...

One grumpy farmer. One uptight federal agent. And a chemical leak that turns "forbidden fruit" into a literal hazard. Garret Palmer has a simple life: he grows the best bananas in the state, he argues with his tractor, and he keeps the gate locked. He doesn’t like trespassers. He really doesn’t like federal compliance officers showing up in crisp blazers to test his soil. Lexie Brooks lives for protocol. As an Environmental Compliance Officer, she is a brain in a jar—all logic, no impulse, and definitely no time for the sweaty, dirt-stained giant blocking her path. She’s here to ...

She built a machine to replace trust. She didn't count on falling in love with the glitch. Jessa Ford is the Architect. Cold, precise, and terrifyingly efficient, she runs Aethelgard Dynamics with a heart made of code. After a betrayal that cost her millions, she lives by a single algorithm: Trust is negligence. Her latest invention, Project Synapse, is the ultimate safeguard—biometric "handcuffs" that force business partners to share every heartbeat, every stress spike, and every lie. It’s perfect, invasive, and completely logical. She just needs a guinea pig to prove it works. Mara ...

He’s the most powerful predator in the mountains. She’s the only one who can make him heel. Garren Strong is a weapon in a bespoke suit. As the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, he rules through absolute, brutal strength. He doesn't ask for permission, and he doesn't show weakness. But a hidden injury is destroying him from the inside out, threatening to shatter his control and expose his pack to their enemies. He needs a miracle. What he gets is Dr. Jena Swift. Jena doesn’t care about his title, his money, or his growl. As the region’s top physiotherapist for "complex trauma," she sees ...

In a world where duty reigns supreme, where alliances are forged through the shackles of arranged marriages, Elara stands at a precipice, caught between the expectations of her noble lineage and the intoxicating pull of a forbidden romance. As the grand ball approaches, she is expected to celebrate her union with Lord Edmund, a man of status and power—a match crafted to solidify family allegiances while chaining her heart to a life devoid of passion. But then there’s Sir Tristan, a dashing knight whose mere presence ignites a fire within her that she never knew existed. Their secret ...