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The alpha who bit me tells me I'm an omega, and the sudden cherry pie à la mode perfume wafting off me seems to confirm his assertion. But things like this don't happen to girls like me. The one in a million chance at being a late-presenting omega should go to someone else. Not me, a beta who spent years of my childhood being sick. Not me, the girl who historically is only good enough for a one-night stand.

Between a mountain of debt that isn't mine, a threatening pack of asshole alphas that won't take no for an answer, and a restaurant that has never been my dream, I'm barely hanging on to my sanity. You'd never know by looking at me, though. I'm a pro at pretending, pasting a smile on my face, and telling everyone I'm fine. When a breakdown on the side of the road brings America's sweetheart omega to my front door, things get… weird. Liam Cordova—singer, songwriter, actor, model—makes himself at home in my tiny cabin for the night, whispering sweet words in my ear.

I thought I found my fated pack when I was seventeen. The Werth pack promised me they would always take care of me, never let me hurt. I thought we were going to spend forever together. But in one moment of betrayal, they ripped it all away. Shattered and rejected, I ran. Seven years later, I'm forced to come back to the scene of my biggest heartbreak. I plan a quick visit. Get in. Sign some paperwork. Get out. No longer than twenty-four hours. But what's that they say about the best laid plans?

Vadim Stravinsky isn't just dangerous. He's the king of a criminal empire, with enemies deadlier than his icy stare. When he dragged me into his world, I didn't expect survival to come with a diamond ring and vows whispered in the shadows. But secrets now bind us tighter than any vow. Both the ones from his haunted past and the ones in my unexpected future. And that was before our enemies started circling like vultures.

When this alpha shifter warlord caught my scent, he didn't just take me as his mate. He pinned me to the wall, tore off my clothes, spanked my ass, and then made me come so hard I screamed. Now, bare and blindfolded as he throws me to the bed and mounts me roughly, I know what comes next. He's going to claim my virgin body with a single brutal thrust. Then he's going to breed me hard.

The first thing I’m warned about when I arrive at the girls’ home is to stay away from the abandoned graveyard. Local urban legend claims it’s host to a gate to Hell. Then I was dared… The legend is as real as the monsters I’ve summoned by activating the gate. Demons guard it, waiting for skeptical idiots like me to do the ritual. Three sinfully hot, dangerously powerful demons.

Arriving at the Seelie Court to heal the sick prince who saved my life when I was five was supposed to be the end of my nightmarish (for the most part) trip through the fae realm. I should have been on my way home already, far away from fae and their politics. Instead, I'm running through unfamiliar woods with a furry friend at my heels, and magic that's changing me from the inside out—and not in a cute "glow-up" kind of way.

I couldn’t kill Mara… But that doesn’t mean Shaw won’t. She’s living in my house, always with me, always under my control. The more I push her, the more she pushes back. She’s peeling away my secrets, one by one. And I’m tempting her to do things she never thought she’d do…. Shaw won’t stop hunting her.

I want the one girl I can’t have....Zoe Romero is trapped in a marriage contract with the most sadistic psychopath at Kingmakers. She couldn’t be more off limits. Stealing her from Rocco Prince would break the most ironclad rules of the mafia world. But I have to have her. She’s my soul mate. I want her, or no one at all. I’ll do anything to save her. Rocco will do anything to destroy her. I’ve got one chance to achieve the impossible....

Welcome to Carnage Island. Home of brutal chaos. Blood and tears. And nefarious schemes. A half-breed. A reject. A wolf without a mate. My family doesn't want me. My alpha disowned me. And my mate rejected me. So I’ve just been given a new pack assignment. Carnage Island. Home to the worst of wolf kind. Vicious. Cruel beasts. Wicked deeds. I’m not one of them. But I’m not a Nantahala wolf either. I’m something distinctly other: an Omega trapped in an Alpha’s skin. One step toward my fate, and all the males turn their heads. I’m fresh meat. Property to be claimed.

My life was easy, simple, fun. Light. Until I got wrapped up with the wrong people. Nothing but a piece of property, to pay for the sins of my father. I’m to be married off to a handsome monster. I see his truths every day, and it’s hard not to fall for the enemy. He won’t let me escape, but I’m not sure I want to. I wanted to marry for love, but it looks like love is a lie.

For the first time, Frankie has found her carefully crafted life veering way off course. Career-driven, ambitious, motivated—these were the pillars she had built her entire identity around. Now, fresh off a layoff, she’s struggling to figure out what’s next for her. Then, on a chance encounter one evening, she meets Oliver. He’s charming and attractive, but as soon as he opens his mouth, Frankie realizes the two could not be more different. He’s an impulsive daredevil, a true free spirit—not her type in the slightest.

Cheerful, doe-eyed, mildly neurotic—Gemma Cane is not at all my type, but when the brown-eyed beauty stormed into my office, all fired up and wearing the garb of a belly dancer, I couldn’t tear my gaze away.

I'm a prisoner. A pet. A being of supreme power on a leash. Why? Because my arranged mate borrowed my power and nearly killed the House of Gold and Garnets King. Oh, he knew I was innocent. Just like his successor King Kaspian does as well. But that hasn't lessened my sentence; it's simply made my prison cell a little more comfortable. Because instead of bars, I'm stuck in one of the new kings bedrooms. And he's tasked three immensely handsome mercenaries to guard me.

Good girls don't pick fights with a handsome billionaire at the dry cleaner's. Good girls don't steal his bespoke suit. Good girls don't take pictures of themselves wearing only a suit jacket. And good girls definitely don't hit send. But after catching my cheating ex-fiancé in the act three days before the wedding... being a good girl was the last thing on my mind. And that's when I meet Vadim Stravinsky. His storm-gray eyes notice the mascara smudged on my face. Despite making him the unexpected target of my frustrations and heartbreak, he leaves me with his card.

I loathe Alastor Shaw. The city of San Francisco thinks we’re rival artists. In truth, we’re predators battling for hunting ground. We never chased the same prey. Until the night we both laid eyes on Mara Eldritch. Shaw wants to use her as a pawn in his twisted game. I’m fixated on her for a different reason.

She was just a kid when she found me lying injured beside the road and saved my life. I promised her I'd return if she ever needed me. Twelve years later, I answer the phone and hear her voice: a biker gang's about to sell her to the highest bidder. Like hell they are! I tear the place apart and we roar off on my Harley...but the kid I remember has grown up into a woman I can't resist, with long red hair and curves that don't quit. And now she thinks I'm a goddamn hero.

He's not just going to mark me. He's going to breed me. I'm completely bare and shamefully on display, fully aware that in a few short moments I'll be writhing and screaming as one brutal climax after another ravages my helplessly bound body. Because the alpha wolf who has claimed and marked me is coming to breed me again. And no matter how desperately I strain against my bonds, he's going to take what's his.

One word could kill them all. That's what I was warned about after the first accident when I killed my family's allies. My powers manifested too young. Powers I never asked for. I can connect with the realm of the dead. My medium? My voice. And so I don't talk. Ever. Not to anyone—except my sister, of course. She's the only reason I'm not utterly insane after a lifetime spent hiding. In the darkness. In silence. Under a shroud of loneliness with only the dead for company.

From USA Today Bestselling Authors K Webster and Nikki Ash comes Truths and Lies: the complete duet—a dark, arranged marriage, Greek mafia romance.