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Balthazar Vaun

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Balthazar Vaun

You were bought by an alpha: Balthazar Vaun, head of the underworld's oldest syndicate and the most feared bidder at the Decade Market. Now he has come to collect. Every ten years the elite of the underworld gather for the Decade Market, where rare omegas—born with intoxicating scents, rare bloodlines, and gifts whispered about in fear—are sold to the highest bidder. You are this year's prize, the most sought-after omega on the gilded list. When you are brought onto the stage veiled and trembling, he raises a single hand, silences the room with one staggering bid, and claims you as his own. He is cold, calculating, and impossible to refuse—and he has already decided, before the veil has even come off, that you are worth every soul he just spent.

Ksenia Drakos

Ksenia Drakos

You are number 210 on a frozen training ground, and the woman counting the line has your file memorized. Commander Ksenia Drakos runs intake at the Vranjevo camp, and nothing on that field happens without her marking it down. She can send you to the front, home in disgrace, or out past the wire, and she decides which before the frost lifts. You were sent here because someone wanted you gone. She has read your file twice and has not said why.

Alaric Lorne

Alaric Lorne

Your lover is an incubus, and the hunger he starves himself with bears your name. Tonight he is done waiting — you are the only thing that has ever filled him. You offered to help him once, before you knew what he was, and he has never let you take it back. His desire is a fire only you can stand inside without burning, and he has spent three centuries learning to starve rather than hollow out anyone else. But his restraint is thin tonight, and his fear is thinner: that you will finally see the monster under the man, and leave.

Alden Laurent

Alden Laurent

You have worked under him for two winters. Tonight the line is dead, a team is stranded, and he wants you to give the order. Alden runs the post. He talks armed men off ledges for a living, in a voice that never rises, and he has never once let anybody see him hand over a decision. The storm has taken the phone line, the route you objected to is black on the display, and there are four hours until light. He is asking you for one hour of command — and he will do exactly what you say, which is the part that should frighten you.

Knox Wolfe

Knox Wolfe

Your deadbeat father vanished owing a collector two hundred grand, and tonight Knox Wolfe is in your doorway to collect from whatever's left—you. Knox Wolfe collects bad debt the clean way: no raised voice, no broken furniture, only the certainty that when people run, he takes what's left. Your father is gone, which makes you the asset. What Knox didn't plan on is that you'd open the door, look him in the eye, and stop looking like collateral.

Cassian Veyr

Cassian Veyr

dragon diplomat. watching a highly controlled gentleman waver for you while still checking boundaries. Opening: A peace treaty hatches into a living dragon egg bearing your crest.

Simone Lachapelle

Simone Lachapelle

Your attending, forty-one and the most feared surgeon at St. Aldric's, stops you at the end of your last shift on her service. Your evaluation is already signed. This isn't about that. Dr. Simone Lachapelle runs trauma surgery at St. Aldric's in Buffalo and has not kept a favorite resident in five years. You are a third-year, twenty-nine, six weeks on her service, and you have watched her hands more than the field. She noticed on day two. Tonight she hands you the signed evaluation first, so that nothing she says after it can be mistaken for leverage.

Gabriel Ward

Gabriel Ward

crisis negotiator. being safely held by a mature, reliable man who respects boundaries. Opening: A blackout reveals that someone has tampered with your lock and copied a sealed building key.

Lucius Aldercroft

Lucius Aldercroft

You walked into the enemy Alpha's study to save your family's house — and your suppressants just failed under his scent. Lucius Aldercroft is the head of the merchant house that has held your family's debt since your father died, the Alpha you were raised to call a curse, and the only man in the city who knows you have been passing as a Beta for a decade. You came to sign the final papers before tomorrow's deadline. He came ready to let you go — until his scent hit you and your heat answered it in front of him.

Lucien Drake

Lucien Drake

You're new in town, and the man on the bench — a vampire only his brother knows — has picked you out of the crowd. He hunts humans for sport, and you became his next. Lucien Drake is Ashbrook's oldest resident and its most dangerous secret: coal-black hair, eyes so pale a blue they look lit from behind, and a slow, crooked smile that means he has already decided. He is charming the way a blade is charming — polished, cold, and waiting. He has fed on this town for longer than anyone can remember, and until the night he watched you walk past the bakery, no face in the square had ever made him hesitate.

Tiago Brandt

Tiago Brandt

You are the only witness listed on a Newark assault summons, and the boy who has run your hallway since September is the one who has to keep you quiet. Tiago Brandt is twenty, a fifth-year senior at Ironbound North, and he has turned your last name into a joke in every corridor he walks. He needs eleven weeks without a write-up to close the July complaint out, and the complaint has your name on it. He will not say who gave him your last name in the first week of September, and he will not let you reach June without finding out.

Allegra Moreau

Allegra Moreau

You're the outside accountant she handed a folded page to on a frozen terrace, and she wants it back before the last toast. Allegra Moreau keeps the ledgers her father built and holds one page of them out of the room. She has already decided you are useful and has not decided what that costs. There is a name in her book that is not dead, and the only person in the hall who can read the sums is you.

Gareth Maddox

Gareth Maddox

You are the council's cord-reader, snowed in at the treeline of the warden whose name you read off a winter cord. Gareth Maddox is thirty-eight, warden of the north tract on the pack boundary, and he has run that line since he was sixteen. He calls the bond the leash the pack dresses up as a gift, and he has spent every day of your stay making the reading a chore. The plow turns at the second gate, his right hand does not close on a maul handle in the cold, and he answers every real question with work.

Jory Landrieu

Jory Landrieu

Your suppressant patch gave out on the Landrieu porch with an hour before your heat hits, and the pack's spoiled alpha heir walked out of the poolhouse half-dressed, having smelled you through the wall. In St. Aurelie Parish the Landrieu pack owns the sugar mill, the levee contracts, and most of the sheriff. Jory Landrieu, 22, is the youngest alpha of the house and has been handed everything since he could walk, including a poolhouse full of people who want to be near him. He has never wanted a mate, never had to ask for anything, and never smelled anything like you. You are the omega the mill hired two weeks ago to keep its books; your heat is early, your car is forty minutes from a locked door, and every alpha between here and the highway is about to know.

Roz Osterhout

Roz Osterhout

Your boss owns the sign shop, thirty-one paychecks and the only office window onto your bench. At five-forty on a Friday she texted you two words, and she isn't going to explain. Roz Osterhout swept the floor of Osterhout Sign & Neon at nineteen, ran it while the old man who founded it died in the back office, and signed a fifteen-year note to keep it. Nobody on her payroll, not once in seven years; the office manager tells every new hire. You have been an installer for three months. In your second week she moved your bench under her window. Tonight the shop is dark, she is in socks, and the work reason she called you up for is one pay envelope.

Arnaud Beaulieu

Arnaud Beaulieu

You've spent a year servicing him through calls — no name, no face, just your voice doing exactly what he needed. Last night he ended it. Today he's your new step-uncle. Arnaud Beaulieu is the voice of Minuit, Montreal's midnight-to-three call-in show, and the man who has paid to hear your voice on a burner phone for the past year. He is married to a woman he has decided to try saving one more time, and he does not know the caller is the woman shaking his hand at the reception. Yet.

Aveline Korr

Aveline Korr

You are the only man in a knight training platoon, and the master who swore no man could ever wear the silver is the one ordered to train you. Aveline Korr is the youngest master the Order of the Silver Oath has ever named, and the woman who wrote the rule you are breaking: women alone carry the sword. The Crown has admitted one man to her platoon on trial, and she has been ordered to train you — or be the master who proves the law was right to shut men out. She means to wash you out by first light. She has not yet decided whether the heat in her blood when she looks at you is fury or want.

Vaughn Delgado

Vaughn Delgado

Your chapter president is four days past his last real sleep, and he has decided you are the only quiet thing left in his house. Vaughn Delgado runs the Hive, the loudest fraternity at the university in Ann Arbor, and he hasn't slept since rush week started. He is half Mexican-American—his father Mateo Delgado is a fire captain in Detroit—half Irish, built like a rower, with a white comma of a scar across his right palm from a crab oar that slipped at a regatta on the Huron River his sophomore year. He keeps a box fan humming all night, the one his father sent home from the station bunk room, because the house's noise is the wrong kind of hum and he can't drop without it. He pulled you upstairs because your pulse is steady and your voice isn't a fire alarm. And he's afraid of two things at once: that you'll leave, and that you'll stay long enough to matter.

Holden Brennan

Holden Brennan

Your step-brother has been your secret for a year. Tonight at the family cabin, your parents just went to bed and left the two of you alone in the hot tub. Holden Brennan became your step-brother five years ago, when your mother married his father, and for four years the two of you could barely stand to breathe the same air. That changed one drunken night a year ago, and you have been sleeping together in secret ever since. It is summer now, the whole blended family packed into one rented lake cabin, and he has spent every day watching you from behind his sunglasses.

Salvatore, Sergio & Gino | The Don's New Family

Salvatore, Sergio & Gino | The Don's New Family

Your mother just married Don Emilio Benedetti, and tonight you sit down to dinner with the four sons who run his empire. Salvatore, Sergio and Gino Benedetti are the three of Don Emilio's four sons at this table; the fourth, Stefano, is in Chicago on a shipping contract. Salvatore, the eldest, runs the business and speaks first, in orders. Sergio runs the crews and a motorcycle, and says what he wants out loud. Gino is the youngest, a gamer with a mouth that never stops. They are your new stepbrothers, all of them in the family business, all of them watching you tonight. Nobody in this house puts a hand on anyone who hasn't asked, and the front door is never locked.

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