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Four men from the toughest units in the armed services. One Omega they’ll burn a country down to protect. When Lisa Navarro, a disgraced CIA encryption engineer, is yanked out of hiding and thrown back into the field, she expects a quick smash-and-grab on a jungle compound. What she gets is a cartel running her stolen code, a traitor in a suit pulling the strings, and a four-man strike team who move like a unit and watch her like a promise: Jado “Panther” Okoye—Ex‑Delta team lead with calm command and unfinished business. Renault “Boom” Talbot—SAS breacher with careful hands...

The first shot goes off while I’m still taping ankles behind the bench. Ten minutes later, I’m hiding in the home locker room with five armed alphas, gunfire echoing through the concrete, and my heat tearing through every lie I’ve ever told. Everyone at the arena thinks I’m just the bench medic. Little beta, useful hands, no trouble. They don’t know I’m an omega. They don’t know my father runs half the guns in this city. They don’t know tonight’s sold-out rivalry game is also a cover for a cash-and-weapons exchange under the stands. When the lights flicker and the first ...

The first time I walk into their locker room, I’m wearing a too-tight jersey, cheap perfume, and my father’s orders. Everyone else thinks I’m just another puck bunny with a front-row ticket to the post-game show. They don’t know I’m the bastard daughter of the man who owns half this city’s guns. They don’t know I grew up in the shadows of his war rooms, learning where every body is buried. They don’t know he sent me here with a burner phone, a list of names, and one simple job: Get close. Get their secrets. Get them killed. I’m supposed to flirt my way past the trainers, ...

I book the bands. I don’t sleep with them. I’m Tabitha Knott. As Naughty Knots’ event coordinator, I wrangle rockstars and other visiting acts. I make sure every guest leaves satisfied. I’ve got rules about alphas with guitars: look, don’t touch. Smell, don’t crave. Don’t fall for a pack of musicians. Then Ruin Theory walks through the lobby doors. Their front man, Carter, smells like whiskey, smoke, and midnight rain—raw power wrapped in a growl that promises I’ll scream his name. Manson, the tattooed drummer, is chaos in ripped jeans, all filthy jokes and fast hands, his...

One campus scandal. Four men who close ranks. And one omega who decides what the headline says. When a doctored still and a whisper campaign torch Wintercrest University’s hockey program, PR intern Seren Vyne reaches for the only trope that can starve a rumor mill—fake dating. Except her decoy isn’t one man. It’s four. Stone: the defenseman who stands where she puts him. Osric: the Glass cadet with bodyguard calm. Holt: the strength-coach grad who makes safety feel like heat. Dax: the Ink liaison who wields commas like knives. Together they’re a wall… and a temptation. Between a...

Four alphas. One omega. Zero more games. Now we get to choose what comes next… together. They called us a “capability.” We called it a family. After dismantling a corrupt network and defending our home against a siege, I’m done running. We negotiated peace on our terms. We built a Sanctuary. Off‑grid, defended, and ours. Now my pack leads with steady hands and quiet strength: a stoic ex‑Delta captain, a gentle medic, a wicked‑smart recon ghost, and a dry‑witted demolitions-expert-turned-builder who can turn a mountain into a safe house. We make new rules: consent first, ...

One blizzard that buries Puckridge in white. Three men who won’t let me carry it alone. And a Thanksgiving I never saw coming… I keep the Puckridge Public Library running—warm lights, cocoa station, no panic. Then the boiler coughs mid-storm and we’re snowed in. Me, a heat I’ve managed for years, and the three men who turn chaos into calm. The coach shovels the snow drift and takes the door watch. The fire inspector cracks windows and keeps us breathing. The equipment manager turns cots and blankets into comfort. I answer yes. And then everything gets warm, fast. Meet the trouble:...

Four operatives. One omega who refuses to be prey. An enemy that doesn’t back down. Encryption specialist Lisa Navarro has escaped with her pack to Europe. They are the only people she can trust—the pack of elite operators who were slated to die with her for a corrupt senator’s lie. When they discover they’re being hunted, they must trek across Europe to stay safe. Together, they build an evolving cover story that can survive customs and cameras: an art dealer in Milan, tourists in Prague, ghosts in Berlin, and a graduate student in Amsterdam. One problem—Lisa’s heats won’t ...

Four battle-hardened protectors. One brilliant strategist. An empire of corruption that never saw them coming. When a public ambush blows the pack’s cover and their last good ally is murdered, Lisa Navarro and her pack disappear into the mountains to build what they can’t find anywhere else: safety. Off-grid and untraceable, they raise a fortress out of steel, code, and stubborn hope—then take the fight to the powerful men who sold a nation piece by piece. Lisa is the pack’s center—an encryption engineer with a gift for patterns and a heart that refuses to quit. Jado is the ...

This Omega is done running. She’s bringing the heat to the enemy… with her pack. When disgraced CIA encryption engineer Lisa Navarro is pulled back into the shadows, she doesn’t return alone. She’s got a pack—four lethal alphas with different uniforms and the same vow: keep her breathing while she burns a corruption ring to the ground. Washington’s glitter hides rot. First on the list—a D.C. hotel. Then a naval base at midnight. And a Senate office with a door that isn’t on any map. Lisa uses her mind like a blade—decrypting in real time, turning “routine” into cover, ...

Snowed in. Sabotaged ice. Four men who won’t let her face it alone. When a lab mishap and a blizzard strand chemistry TA Maelle Quill at Wintercrest’s Frostline Arena, she doesn’t expect to uncover tampered safety logs—or to be folded into the Blades’ inner circle by a captain who plans ahead, a trainer with steady hands, a golden-retriever equipment manager, and a quiet goalie who watches the rink like the weather. With Founders’ Cup on the line, a donor-house stunt turns dangerous. Eclipse House politics, press storms, and a campus that likes its secrets force Maelle and her ...

I’m not a leash. I’m a woman with a camera and a cause. One more exam. One more exposé. That’s all I planned before graduation. Then the House I’m dismantling answers with threats, and four very different men answer with us. Ares holds the blue line on and off the ice—quiet, unshakeable, mine when I tell him to be. Soren makes stars appear on screens and steadies my pulse with a single word. Merrit carries blankets, bandages, and burdens without asking for credit. And Riven? He reads names into microphones like miracles and makes me brave enough to stand there. Between snow-...

One blizzard that shuts the whole town down. Four hockey gods who won’t leave me alone. And a heat I can’t hide anymore… I keep the Old Mill Icehouse running—fresh ice, warm lights, no drama. Then the boiler dies mid-storm and we’re snowed in. Me, a rising heat I’ve kept under wraps, and the four men who skate this town into a frenzy. The captain locks the doors and says we’re not going anywhere. The goalie’s calm hands steady my breathing. The enforcer stands guard like a wall. The team physio asks the right questions—short, careful, necessary. I answer yes. And then ...

They wanted a distraction. We built direction. A doctored video. A "routine" inspection. A burner account with teeth. When a donor cell weaponizes gossip to muzzle Wintercrest’s hockey program, Eclipse House answers with strategy: Glass handles access, Ice holds the line, Ink flips the optics—and one scholarship omega decides who gets a say. Photographer Kestrel Noor becomes the pressure point no one expected, guarded by a captain who commands quiet, a goalie who turns fear into ritual, an enforcer who teaches, and an analyst who makes noise behave. As Rush Masquerade looms, their plan ...

I was born an Arden. I chose to be Solace. I know how parties work: wear a green dress, let them get the good angles, force a smile that doesn’t crack. Then someone tries to make me the headline—and four men step in like a wall I didn’t ask for and a door I didn’t know I could open. Kade smells like iron and winter and stands behind me without crowding. Niall laughs at danger and then makes it behave. Silas touches code the way other people touch skin. Pax writes rules on rooms and keeps the door. We build a small, strange holiday: cocoa, lights, music—and consent. We reclaim a ...

One ruined reputation that could tank the team. Three men I’m not supposed to touch. And a PR tour that turns very, very personal… I polish disasters for the Puckridge Lumberjacks. Step one: clean up our enforcer’s viral fight. Step two: keep my hands off the players. Step three: definitely don’t notice the billionaire owner watching me like he’s already decided. Then the analytics coach opens his mouth and proves he’s filthier than the numbers on his tablet. School visits. Charity bake-offs. Photo ops that feel nothing like pretend. A relocation vote threatens everything, and ...

One blizzard that swallows the world. Four Phantoms who play rough and protect harder. And a heat I can’t outrun anymore… I walk into a team dynasty with a fake name and a camera, ready to crack a story wide open while tagging along. Then the weather gets nasty, plans change, and we’re snowed in at a billionaire’s mountain lodge—me, a secret I was supposed to keep, and four men built out of trouble. One other problem—my suppressant refill didn’t make it on time. The captain shuts the doors and says the house is ours. The goalie’s calm turns the storm into background noise. ...

One outdoor game under string lights. Three Alphas who won’t look away. And a heat that flares beside the bonfire… I’m Puckridge’s vet, which means I sew up barn cats and hand out dog biscuits at the rink. On Lake Day, I drag a concussed rookie off the ice—and my heat tips right there on the shoreline, sparks flying higher than the fire. The hometown firefighter scoops me into his coat. The rookie follows like a sunbeam, desperate to help. The enemy captain stays when he shouldn’t, gloved hand hovering, voice low: “Tell me if you want this.” I do. Meet the trouble: Rowan ...

I was hired to keep their bodies on the ice—not to become a headline. When a blackmailer targets my secret and my first heat hits on the road, three very different Alphas fall in behind my rules. I’m Sloane Hale—omega, assistant athletic trainer for the Harbor City Harriers, and very tired of men thinking biology is policy. A burner account threatens to out me right before playoffs. The league wants me invisible. The press wants a scandal. My body wants… inconvenient things. So I do what I’m good at: I write the Rulebook. Short consent calls. Color codes. My terms. My pace. Sign ...

The league handed me a morality clause and told me to behave. I wrote a Charter instead—and three men signed. I’m Avery Hart—owner’s daughter, omega, and the public face of the Harriers’ foundation. A doctored video drops, a sponsor threatens to pull out, and the league waves a “morality clause” like a leash. Cute. My answer is a Charter: short color calls, wrist-only marks in public, and consent that looks like power. My rules or no access. They sign. Rowan Creed, the team’s fixer. He can bulldoze a boardroom—after he asks “Green for handling this, hard?” Jules Vega, ...