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I signed on to cook for a charter yacht. I ended up on the menu for four championship hockey players. Seven days in the Caribbean. Luxury yacht. Great content for my AlphaTok channel. Then four alphas walked up the gangway, and my heat came two weeks early. No escape from the 180 feet of floating paradise. No way to ignore pheromones that make my knees buckle. And nowhere to hide when my body decides it wants them—all of them. Jasper—the pack alpha who waits, steady and commanding, until I beg him to claim me. Magnus—the gentle giant whose tattooed hands hold me like I’m precious. ...

I signed up for a dating show as a joke. Now sixteen alphas are competing for me on camera... and two crew members are complicating things even more. I’d tried three matching services. I’d received three polite rejections. So when I get cast as a last-minute replacement on a reality show filmed at Naughty Knots, I figure the universe owes me one good story, even if it ends the way they always do. The format is simple: twenty-five days. Sixteen alphas. One omega. (That’s me!) Eliminate them until Christmas, then choose your fated mate. Easy. Romantic. Absolutely not designed for a ...

I came for a quiet drink to forget about Valentine’s Day. I left with four hockey players... and a heat I can’t control. My alpha dumped me the night before Valentine’s Day. Publicly. For a “better” omega. So when four gorgeous hockey players invite me to join their pity party at the bar, I say yes. They’ve been dumped too—their pack omega left them for a rival team, and the media won’t let them forget it. Somewhere around drink four, we make a pact: fake a Valentine’s Day date. One dinner. One performance. Prove we’ve all moved on. Except dinner doesn’t feel fake. And...

I came to the Winter Lights Christmas market to sell donuts. I left snowed in… with three hockey guys who wouldn’t let me face my heat alone. I’m Azalea Winslow, an unbonded omega with a strict suppressant schedule and a whole lot of pride wrapped up in being “fine.” Winter Lights is supposed to be easy money and small-town cheer. A few hours in the cold, a few hundred bucks in my pocket, then back to my quiet carriage-house kitchen where no one can tell me what I am. Then the wind off Kestrel Lake turns mean. Early shutdown. Roads getting dangerous. Vendors scrambling. And I’m ...

Saving the team was the easy part. Apparently, the hard part is waking up every day in a house full of hockey players I’m technically mated to… and pretending this is just a temporary arrangement. The pack-bond changed everything. On the ice, the Rinkrats are lethal—clean passes, impossible plays, the kind of chemistry that makes commentators talk about “magic” and “miracles.” Off the ice, it’s chaos. My ex-captain still doesn’t trust that I’m here for him and not just the franchise. The rookie winger thinks “pack” means “permission to follow me everywhere like a ...

I came to plan my best friend’s wedding. I met four alphas who won’t let me go. Naughty Knots Paradise was supposed to be simple: three weeks, one wedding, and zero complications. Then I meet the alphas on staff: Jensen—the head of hospitality who keeps sliding me refreshments when I forget to eat. Corbin—the grumpy event coordinator who hates my ideas and watches me like I’m a problem he can’t solve. Oren—the quiet groundskeeper who keeps to himself and tends to his greenhouse like it’s his sanctuary. And then there’s Rhys—the bride’s brother. The one I’ve wanted ...

I boarded that flight to start over. I landed with four hockey players who refuse to let me go. New Year’s Eve. Red-eye home. My cheerleading squad just got cut, my apartment lease is up, and my five-year plan is in ashes. All I wanted was to survive the flight and figure out my life later. Then my heat hit at 30,000 feet. No suppressants. No warning. Just me, a cramped cabin, and a pack of professional hockey players in the rows around me. Pax—the pack alpha whose commanding voice makes my knees buckle. Emeric—the charmer who offers me champagne and makes me laugh through the panic. ...

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 ...

I was hired to photograph the team. I ended up in their bunks with no way off the bus. Two weeks embedded with the Northfall Falcons. Behind-the-scenes access. Career-making photos. Then the blizzard hit, the bus got stranded, and my heat came a week early. Nowhere to run on an overnight team bus. Nowhere to hide when four alphas can smell exactly what my body wants. And no way to pretend I’m just here for the story when I’m begging them to touch me. Vaughn—the captain who gives orders I can’t help but obey. Anders—the silent Swede whose intensity says more than words ever could. ...

I built my career calling them monsters. Now I’m snowed in with every alpha I vilified. Four hockey players. One cabin. And a blizzard that won’t quit. I’m Zara Voss—omega podcaster, viral commentator, and the woman who cost the Frostport Fangs their biggest sponsor. I don’t apologize for it. The clips don’t lie. Alphas are violent, reckless, and dangerous. Then my producer books them for a Valentine’s special. Not a day. A whole week. At my cabin. Without asking. Felix—their captain, steady and controlled, watching me like I’m a threat he hasn’t decided how to handle. ...

The night I get assigned three bodyguards, I’m just trying to keep my dad’s players in one piece. I’m the coach’s omega daughter and the assistant trainer—tape on my fingers, stopwatch around my neck, always on the bench or in the tunnel. On paper, I’m staff. In a city where the mob owns our team, I’m leverage. My dad spent his career trying to keep the locker room clean of their influence. No thrown games, no favors, no quiet little deals. The threats start when he refuses to play along—first a “mugging” in a parking garage, then a message in red paint where only I’m ...

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 ...

I came for a fresh start. I left the trail with four alphas… and no way back. One solo ski run. One patch of black ice. One tumble into a ravine as the sun sets and the temperature drops. My radio is shattered. My phone is dead. And ski patrol won’t find me until morning—if at all. But someone else finds me first. Colt—the pack leader whose commanding presence makes me forget I’m supposed to be afraid. Thane—the quiet medic who tends my injuries with hands too gentle for a man his size. Ronan—the gruff giant who speaks in grunts but guards me like I’m already his. Everett—...

I was only supposed to serve drinks and smile. I ended up trapped at 40,000 feet with four alphas and no way down. I’m the last-minute fill-in on a private charter. Four hockey players flying to an awards ceremony. Easy money, easy flight. Then my heat hit somewhere over the Midwest, and easy became impossible. The cockpit is sealed. The pilots can’t help. And the four alphas in the cabin can smell exactly what’s happening to me: Cormac—the pack alpha whose quiet authority makes me want to kneel. Leif—the gentle giant who takes care of everyone, especially me. Thane—the intense ...

I ran into the fire to survive. I stayed in the valley because of them. Wildfire season doesn’t care that I’m the only omega on a hotshot crew. Neither do the flames tearing through the Sierra Nevada. When the blaze crowns and my crew scatters, I have seconds to choose: deploy my fire shelter in a death trap, or follow a drainage into unknown terrain. I choose the drainage. It leads me somewhere that shouldn’t exist—a hidden valley protected by granite walls, fed by a waterfall, and home to four alphas who haven’t seen an outsider in years. Ridge—the pack leader whose steady ...

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...

I came in for an inspection. I found three men who won’t let me face my heat alone. I picked Thorne & Mallory Auto because it’s fast, local, and anonymous. Get the oil changed. Get my inspection sticker. Get back to my quiet little life in Puckridge where I don’t owe anyone my scent, my softness, or my secrets. As Solveig Marlowe, an unbonded omega with a calendar full of freelance deadlines and a heat schedule I’ve controlled for years, I’m not supposed to be thrown off by a little snow. Then the storm hits early. Road closures. Whiteout warnings. And my car is already on the ...

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...

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 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, ...