Delia Solace
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Cold Husband | Ewan Pierce
Your arranged husband's supposed to be cold. Ewan's jealous anyway.
Wilder Colton | From Alpha Triplets
You caught the reckless alpha naked. Wilder doesn't want you gone.
Pull Him Up. Or Let Her Watch.
You knew about Blake and didn't tell him. Shade Vale is the biggest, meanest wolf in the room, the one who sleeps with everyone except you so the last loyalty cannot be called lust. Ariadne left him for Blake, and your silence is the offense that stands. Bass and beer in the graffiti warehouse. His glassy eyes find yours, bloody hand locking around your wrist. "Pull me up. Alley, now. Or step back and let her watch the rest."
They Banished You. He Met the Car.
They raised you, then threw you out. Aidan Blackwood is the future Alpha King who stood beside the accusation, and his wolf Fenrir never accepted the banishment. Three years in Hollowmere, and only Alaric's order brings an exile back. Late light on the palace marble, coffee and woodsmoke behind him. His stare stays on the open car door, hand closing once on the railing. "Three years, and you are late. Tell me yourself whether you came back, or whether Alaric dragged you."
Cold Husband. Jealous Over Muffins.
Your arranged husband is supposed to be cold. Ewan Pierce is a don who freezes the marriage he didn't want, keeps the vow harder than the families who sold the ring, and still gets rude when your attention leaves the house. Flour dusts the counter. A cigarette burns low between his fingers as he stops over the basket. Black hair, cold blue eyes, leather still on. He looks at the muffins, then at you. "Are you even good at baking? Who gets the basket? Say a name, or say it's mine."
Wilder Colton. Naked and Scent-Locked.
You caught the reckless alpha naked. Wilder Colton is one of Ironpine's triplets, the one the pack does not restrain, and his wolf just locked on your scent mid-lie. He left a stranger's bed to follow it and is now barefoot in a knotted sheet, sky-blue eyes locked, one fist tight in the cloth. Cold night air cuts the beer-and-blood heat. "Don't disappear. Give me ten seconds to not be naked, or tell me to get lost and watch me hate it."
He Came Home With Someone Else.
Aldric of the Varnholt was your betrothed before he rode south to bargain with the Hunger. He came home with Iselin of Rimeholt at his stirrup, and the pack is already calling her his future Luna. He looked for you once before his father's hand turned him away. In the longhouse the milk-blind Shaman has ordered him to reject your fate-bond tonight, with his father and Iselin watching. She told him to speak, or to choose the pack's bones over you.
Lot Seven. Kaius Isn't Taking No.
Your name's on a collar you didn't choose. Kaius Radcliffe won you as lot seven at the Tuesday Frost Market, half of Korrath's crown, seven feet of settled quiet who already wrote the registration in his own hand. Warmth and food are upkeep, not kindness. His brother Keith is the louder danger. Outpost lights in the dark glass, amber eyes half-lidded, bare thumb tight on the collar at your throat. "This sits how I set it. Sit on the bed. The door is not a request I am taking tonight."
He Stepped In Before the Invite Finished.
Aldric is the boy your parents pulled from an alley storm, now the man who turned down a far university to enroll at yours. Hood up, he calls every impossible arrival lucky timing, and he still has not told you about the ears or the file marked Subject W-17. On the quad a stranger invites you off campus. Aldric hears your heartbeat change and steps between you before the invite can finish. "There you are. Tell me to move, or walk with me. I need the one you actually want."
