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I went to the pharmacy for my suppressants. I left with three strangers… and a heat I couldn’t outrun. Winter Lights turns Puckridge into a glowing postcard—crowded sidewalks, hot cider, and way too many alphas packed into one small town. As Vesper Keene, an unbonded omega who’s been managing alone for way too long, my plan is simple: grab my refill, keep my scent contained, get back to my apartment, and pretend my body isn’t about to betray me while waiting in line. Then the pharmacist announces the words every omega dreads: shipping delay… we’re out of meds. The three men ...

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 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 ...

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 came to guide a ski tour. I left with three men who followed me into the storm... and never stopped paying attention. I run cross-country ski tours through the Adirondack backcountry outside Puckridge. I know every trail, every ridge, every emergency shelter between here and the lake. Today’s group? Three hockey players from the local minor league. Easy booking. Just a quick loop. Done by lunch. Then the whiteout hits two hours early. I reroute us to a backcountry cabin. One room. One woodstove. Four of us. No way out until morning. And my suppressants just failed. Holden—the alpha ...

I bake for everyone at Naughty Knots. No one’s supposed to taste me. As Samantha Quinn, the resort’s curvy omega pastry chef, my job is simple: keep the dessert bar full, the cocoa hot, and the guests too blissed out on sugar to notice me—the girl in the flour-dusted apron who never goes home with anyone. I love my kitchen. I love my mixers, my ovens, my trays of cinnamon rolls and frosted sugar cookies. I love watching packs wander past the pastry case, laughing and glowing and already halfway to their happily-ever-afters. What I don’t love? The way my hands shake when an alpha ...

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 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. ...

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 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—...

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 ...

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’m dressed for my engagement party when my fiancé takes a bullet… in the head. One second, I’m the dutiful omega daughter on my father’s arm—perfect dress, perfect smile, promised since childhood to the golden heir of a brutal gang. The next, a sniper’s bullet tears through my “future,” and the hockey arena turns into a war zone. Glass shatters. People scream. My father’s soldiers open fire into the crowd. And I freeze with my fiancé’s blood on my hands… until a stranger in skates vaults the boards and grabs me. He’s the home team captain, all muscle and fury, ...

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 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, ...

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 ...

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, ...

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 ...

The joke used to be that I hated hockey. Now my entire life revolves around a rink, a town, and a pack of stubborn, infuriating men who would wreck themselves for me—and for each other. The league loves a miracle story, and the Rinkrats are the miracle of the year. A once-dead team surging toward the championship, a tiny town rallying behind them, a coach’s little sister who just happens to be everywhere at once. What the cameras don’t show is the rest of it. The quiet way my brother stares at the ice like if they lose, it’ll kill him. The contracts on the table that say we can keep...