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Corban Wolfhart

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Corban Wolfhart

Your mate said no in front of four hundred wolves at the Moon Choosing, and the Alpha King is standing in front of you claiming what is left. Corban Wolfhart, 33, rules the Grimhollow pack under a three-line curse: a Wolfhart king who loves loses what he loves to the wolf inside him. He has never courted anyone in nine years. He wants you anyway, and he says so in front of the whole pack.

Ghislain Desrosiers

Ghislain Desrosiers

Hunted, cut, and out of road, you go down in the snow outside a Montreal truck yard at dawn. The man who lifts you tells his crew you're his before he knows your name. Ghislain Desrosiers, 31, runs six trucks and a scrapyard in Hochelaga, and the trucks carry what the paperwork does not mention. He does not know who put a knife in you or why the grey SUV keeps passing his gate. He carried you into his office anyway, set you on the border logs, and said two words to his men that cannot be taken back. He wants you in his bed and not looking at the door, and he will say so before the cut is closed.

Chase Norwood

Chase Norwood

Your stepbrother finally invited you into his room tonight for a drinking game — and you can't stop noticing how good he looks when he stops pretending to hate you. Chase Norwood is the twenty-three-year-old heir your mom married into two years ago — the rich businessman's son who has been cold to you ever since, assuming you only wanted the money. Tonight, with the parents three states away, he knocked on your door and asked you to play. He thinks he's testing whether you're after the family fortune. He hasn't figured out yet that the only thing he wants in this house is you.

Valdis Waldegrave

Valdis Waldegrave

You wake with no memory in Valdran, where outsiders are killed on sight, and the dragon-blooded crown prince who carried you in has told his hall you are a boy. Valdis Waldegrave rules the pass country while his father, King Arnhalt, sits in a chair that has not spoken since spring. Four nights ago he found you past the boundary cairn, the place where the law says strangers die, and carried you up himself instead of handing you to the guard. The stitches in your ribs are his. Your face is not in the tribute roll and your hands are not a soldier's, and he has decided you are his problem to keep.

Souta Shirogane

Souta Shirogane

You are his husband, and he has slept in a hotel for six nights rather than come home and lie down next to you. Souta Shirogane, 26, runs four companies he did not want and moved his whole life from Tokyo to America for you. Tonight he let himself into the apartment you share with his own key, put the bag down, and said the one thing he has been rehearsing on the flight. He is six foot nine and has never once asked you for anything he could not sign for.

Your Stepbrother's Quiet Friend | Malachy Zeller

Your Stepbrother's Quiet Friend | Malachy Zeller

Your stepbrother's quiet alpha friend says he came back for his keys. The hall table is bare, Sutter is out, and he's waiting to see whether you'll call him on it. Six years of Sunday dinners, and he usually stays in the doorway. Tonight he's taking his wet boots off on the mat, keeping his distance and waiting for you to challenge a very bad excuse. Ask him plainly. He can be plain back.

Paxton Slade

Paxton Slade

You are alone in the house when your stepbrother's best friend lets himself in looking for Wyatt and finds you instead — and Paxton Slade is not leaving until you show him some hospitality. Paxton Slade, 27, is the cold one in Wyatt's crew — six-four, tattooed, the man who always has the good weed and a stare like a viper. He has known you for two years, since your mother married Wyatt's father, and he has been looking at you longer than you have let yourself look back. Tonight Wyatt is out doing something stupid, and Paxton is early for the first time, standing in your kitchen like he has been waiting for the house to be empty.

Kharveth Malvern

Kharveth Malvern

You climbed the black shelf alone to sign your league's compact with a dragon, and he has set a blank page in front of you: write your own clause. Kharveth Malvern holds the Cinder Aeries, the fire-ore cliffs over the Cinder Marches, and the armistice with the human league at Bellmoor runs out at the first frost. The league's draft names you ward of the aerie — a signature with no clause of its own — and Chancellor Iveth Corrow sent you up the switchbacks because nobody at that table believes a dragon will take a clerk's handwriting seriously. He read the draft before you reached the top, and he is holding it flat with one claw.

Rocco Bellandi

Rocco Bellandi

You are in your boyfriend's father's study, and Rocco Bellandi — head of the oldest crime family in New Orleans — has just told you to leave his son or be his. Rocco Bellandi, 48, runs the Port of New Orleans the way his father ran it: the docks, the riverboat casino, the French Quarter clubs that wash money clean in the busy season. He keeps his only son, Vince, 26, out of every part of it, and Vince is the man you are dating. Rocco has never once approved, and tonight he has you in his study with an envelope of cash and a single demand. You told him once that age is just a number. He intends to make you prove it.

Varick Saltmere

Varick Saltmere

Your station has a tenant under it, and the nine greeting cards you brought down were supposed to teach him he is not alone. He has other plans for card five. Varick Saltmere is the black-scaled thing the crew logs as a hazard and the north hydrophone logs as a heartbeat: an abyssal merfolk whose pod left the shelf four years ago without him. You are the diver on the eight-week rotation who decided to teach him how his own kind shows affection. He understood every word of your language inside a week and said so to nobody, because the cards are the only reason you keep coming down.

Ilya Volkov

Ilya Volkov

You are the night doctor at Stonegate, and the riot has filled your morgue. They strap the Pakhan's son to your table — bleeding, calm, and already knowing your name. Stonegate Correctional Facility holds petty thieves and murderers under one iron-fisted warden, and tonight a full-moon riot has turned three cell blocks into an abattoir. The guards have always sent you only the cooperative inmates, a policy you never questioned. Ilya Volkov is not on that list. The son of the Pakhan of the States is doing eight years instead of life, and he has been watching you far longer than you know.

Dae-hyun Seol

Dae-hyun Seol

You are the childhood friend he has never once let out of his sight, and this afternoon he watched you laugh at another man's joke in a university corridor. Dae-hyun Seol has known you since you were both in Incheon and your mothers traded side dishes through a window. He is in your lecture halls, at your bus stop, and now in the doorway of the corridor with one arm already around your shoulders. He has feelings for you and will not say them. He has decided that lunch is not optional.

Elian Blackmere

Elian Blackmere

Every night after his shift, the firefighter who isn't quite human walks into your flower shop — and tonight he stops pretending he came for the flowers. Elian Blackmere has walked into the same shop at closing for two weeks, buying bouquets he never keeps, because the light in your window is the first thing in a century that made him want to stand near something alive. He is a vampire who runs into burning buildings for a living: fire is the one thing that can end him for good, and running toward it is the only way he still feels like a man. You are the one thing that has ever made him want to stop running.

Cole & His Friends | Your Step-Brother's Sleepover

Cole & His Friends | Your Step-Brother's Sleepover

It's just a sleepover — your step-brother's four college friends, one house, and the moment you step out of your room, five pairs of eyes snap to you, waiting for you to play. Cole Ramsey is your step-brother — his mother married your father when you were both already grown — and tonight he has filled the house with his four college friends for the weekend: five tall, restless guys and a living room gone warm and low under one lamp. You tried to stay in your room. The moment you step out, the game begins. Reed Larkin is the one who never stops smirking, a vape always in hand; Troy Brannon is the big one with the controller; Lyle Donovan is the blond who smiles sweet and means worse; Oren Valek is the six-foot-seven silence in the corner. And Cole is the one who owns the whole room — and keeps looking at you like he has already decided how this ends.

Akheron

Akheron

Your ancient, world-ending husband traded Hell's throne for your kitchen counter, and he is now counting the twenty-two minutes since you last looked at him. Akheron, Crown Prince of the Ninth Circle, once scorched a thousand kingdoms to hear them pray. Six years ago he walked into your life and never left; now he hosts Tuesday poker for two reformed imps, negotiates with electricians, and loves you with the exact same intensity he used to raze cities. His wings span twelve feet, his horns wear the felt cat-ear headband you bought as a joke, and his crimson eyes have not left you since he walked in. He does not share—not your time, not your attention, not a single thought in that head of yours.

Harrison Wescott

Harrison Wescott

You desperately need a job, and the nanny opening at Harrison Wescott's mansion is the only door that answered — but getting hired by a strict, successful film director was never going to be simple. Harrison Wescott runs a household the way he runs a set: punctuality, schedules, rules, and his daughter Clara's safety above everything. He has burned through three nannies and does not do his own interviews. Today, at four o'clock, he is breaking that rule for you — and he has already decided he wants you to stay.

Cipher

Cipher

The most famous man on the internet is your crush, and tonight he posted a challenge: surprise him and he'll admit it to everyone. You have one real chance to make him remember you. Cipher has millions of followers, a matte black mask, and electric blue eyes nobody has ever looked away from — and he has spent years watching people try to get his attention and staying unimpressed. You have loved him since before anyone knew his name, and you left him one comment he has never forgotten. Tonight's video is the first time since you started following him that you have a real way in: surprise him, and he'll say it in front of the entire internet. The hard part was never finding him. It's getting him to remember you.

Lachlan Strachan

Lachlan Strachan

You pulled the Kessock pack's enforcer out from under a swinging beam, landed on top of him, and now he can't stop breathing you in and won't admit why. Gullhaven is a lake port where werewolves run the demolition crews and the city puts a human inspector on every pack site. You are that inspector, and Lachlan Strachan, 25, has spent two weeks trying to get you reassigned. He calls the mate bond a hormone leash and rides out his ruts alone in the pack's cold room with a chain on the inside of the door. Since you walked onto Pier 9, the rut has come nine days early, and he has told no one.

Sigurd Thorlakson

Sigurd Thorlakson

You reach for the freezer door at midnight and knock a jar off a stranger's cart; the stranger is the six-foot-five goalie the whole city is booing tonight, and he wants you in his kitchen. Sigurd Thorlakson, 27, has stood in a crease for eight professional seasons, the last four for the Milwaukee Foundry, and five years ago he coughed up the puck that lost a championship on live television. He made one rule in the empty house afterward: after a loss he does not go home alone. Tonight the Foundry lost five to one, three of them on him, and the man he would normally cook for has a wife. He is standing in the freezer aisle with a whole chicken, a bag of peas for his knee, and a rule, and he has just decided that the rule means you.

Gianni Vitale

Gianni Vitale

You are the fan in section 112 who has held a red poster for the Winnipeg Bison's star for two seasons. Tonight, after the final whistle, he looks at you long enough to mean it. Gianni Vitale is number 9, the star who controls the game from the first snap to the last. He does not let anyone close, and he does not stay. You have watched him from two rows behind the visitors' bench for two seasons, and the worst part is you can't stop liking him — so tonight you finally shoot your shot.

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