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Büyük Savaş'tan iki yüzyıl sonra, insanlar ve kurt adamlar arasında nihayet barış sağlandı, ya da herkes öyle sanıyor. Kurt adamlar tanrılar gibi hüküm sürüyor ve insanlar yeni dünya düzenindeki gerçek yerlerinden habersiz bir şekilde mutlu yaşıyorlar. Bu kırılgan dengeyi korumak için, her yıl çeşitli bölgelerden bir avuç "şanslı" insan, şan, statü ve elitlerle kaynaşma şansı vaat eden prestijli bir kurum olan Lunaris Akademisi'ne katılmak üzere seçiliyor. Seçilenler, güçlü alfalarla evlenip luna olarak yükselmeye yazgılı şanslı azınlık olarak övülüyor. Bu yıl, herkesin şaşkınlığına rağmen, Violet Purple seçilenler arasında. Gözden düşmüş bir hayat kadını tarafından evlat edinilmiş yetim bir kız için bu, daha iyi bir yaşama açılan altın bir bilet, ya da ona öyle söyleniyor. Ancak Lunaris Akademisi, gösterildiği gibi bir cennet değil. Violet ve diğer insanlara öğretilen her şey bir yalan. İnsanlar eşitlikten çok uzak; çok daha büyük bir oyunda piyon konumundalar. Akademi, yaldızlı bir kafesten başka bir şey değil ve öğrenciler, alfaların acımasız oyunlarında oyuncak olarak kullanılmak üzere kesime götürülen kuzular gibiler. İşleri daha da kötüleştiren şey, Violet'in bu oyundaki en tehlikeli oyuncuların, Dehşet Dörtlüsü'nün dikkatini çekmesi: Kuzey Alfası, Güney'in Alfası, Doğu'nun Alfası ve Batı Alfası. Her biri diğerinden daha tehlikeli, daha çarpık ve daha güçlü. Ancak alfalar kendi aralarında da bölünmüş durumda, her birinin kendi ölümcül hırsları var. Yine de, hepsinin gözü onun üzerinde. Violet'in oyuna katılmasını, diğerleri gibi sıraya girmesini, ayaklarına kapananlar gibi olmasını, oyunları altında kırılmasını bekliyorlar. Ama Violet diğerleri gibi değil. Eğilmeyi reddediyor. Hepsine meydan okuyacak.

Selène Jameson a toujours été la tache familiale, une fille indésirable, l'ombre des enfants en or. La nuit où sa mère meurt en lui sauvant la vie, Selène perd la seule personne qui l'ait jamais aimée. Quand Atlas D'Angelo, le garçon à qui elle a tout donné, la trahit de la manière la plus cruelle possible, elle jure de ne plus jamais mendier l'amour. Mais le destin a des plans plus sombres. La nuit où Selène goûte enfin à la liberté, la célébrité, l'argent, un avenir bien à elle, sa famille la vend à une vente aux enchères surnaturelle. Elle est propulsée dans un monde caché gouverné par des lycans qui considèrent les humains comme rien de plus que des marchandises. Puis il l'achète. Mikhaïl Morozov, Alpha de Wintercrest et Grand Alpha de la Concorde d'Onyx. Craint dans tout Nocturna, le Royaume Lycan. Avec un passé brisé, une sœur disparue et un trône bâti sur le sang et la trahison, la dernière chose dont il a besoin est une fille humaine rebelle avec une langue acérée et un humour plus sombre que ses péchés. Mais Selène n'est pas humaine. Elle porte le Croissant, une marque de pouvoir ancien qui pourrait sauver Nocturna ou le détruire. Quand Kustav Volkov, un Alpha rival impitoyable, se révèle être le père de Selène, il fait valoir ses droits sur elle. Mikhaïl offre à Selène un choix : l'épouser dans un pacte lié par le sang qui lui accorde une protection selon la loi lycan. Mais ce mariage de convenance sera tout sauf commode. *** « Et tu sens bon, » l'ai-je interrompu, les mots s'échappant avant que je puisse les arrêter. « Vraiment bon. Comme l'hiver mais pas le genre terrifiant. Le genre magnifique. Avec de la neige et— » J'ai froncé le nez, cherchant la description. « Ces délicats motifs de givre qui apparaissent sur le verre. » Mikhaïl a produit un son profond dans sa poitrine qui aurait pu être un grognement ou un petit rire ou quelque chose entre les deux. « Pourquoi y a-t-il deux escaliers ? » ai-je lâché soudainement, me fixant sur le grand escalier dupliqué qui se dressait devant nous. « Est-ce intentionnel ? Ça semble ridiculement excessif. » « Il n'y a qu'un seul escalier, moya. » « Tu es sûr ? Parce que j'en vois définitivement deux. Peut-être as-tu besoin d'une correction visuelle. Les lycans ont-ils besoin de lunettes ? Ce serait hilarant. De petites lunettes perchées sur un loup énorme et terrifiant— » « Selène. » Sa voix est sortie tendue, d'une manière qui a pénétré même à travers mon brouillard. « Tu dois arrêter de parler. » J'ai levé les yeux vers lui, la douleur perçant à travers l'agréable brume. « Pourquoi ? Est-ce que je t'agace ? Je suis désolée. Je vais rester silencieuse. » « Non. » Le mot s'est échappé, vif, presque angoissé. « Tu ne m'agaces pas. Tu es— » Il a tranché la phrase, sa mâchoire se serrant si violemment que j'ai vu le muscle tressaillir. « Juste... repose-toi. » Mais je ne voulais pas me reposer. Je voulais comprendre pourquoi son expression paraissait comme ça—tout rigide et affamée et quelque chose d'autre que je ne pouvais pas identifier. « Est-ce que ça va ? » ai-je demandé, levant ma main vers sa mâchoire. Il a intercepté mon poignet avant le contact, sa prise douce mais inflexible. « Ne fais pas ça. » « Pourquoi pas ? » « Parce que je maintiens à peine le contrôle tel qu'il est, et si tu me touches maintenant— » Il s'est arrêté brusquement, ses yeux se fermant momentanément. « Ne le fais simplement pas. » Cela aurait dû m'effrayer. La férocité dans son ton, la façon dont sa retenue semblait se défaire aux coutures. Mais moi-intoxiquée a simplement souri, inexplicablement satisfaite. Puis j'ai remarqué la façon dont son regard est tombé. Juste pour une fraction de battement de cœur. Sur ma bouche. La chaleur a fleuri dans ma poitrine, se répandant comme un feu de forêt. « Tu veux m'embrasser, » ai-je soufflé, la révélation me rendant étourdie. Ses yeux se sont relevés vers les miens, bleu glacial devenu prédateur. « Embrasser, » a-t-il dit lentement, sa voix baissant d'une octave, « ne commence même pas à effleurer la surface de ce que je veux te faire. » L'air a quitté mes poumons. Sa prise sur mon poignet a changé, son pouce trouvant mon point de pouls. Appuyant là. Sentant le rythme frénétique qu'il avait provoqué. « Embrasser c'est doux, » a-t-il continué, se penchant juste assez pour que son souffle effleure mes lèvres. Assez proche pour prendre. Assez proche pour réclamer. Mais il ne l'a pas fait. « Embrasser c'est tendre. Ce que je veux ? » Ses yeux ont parcouru mon visage, ma gorge, plus bas puis remontant avec une lenteur délibérée. « Il n'y a rien de doux là-dedans. »

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Ren Coulter is used to working alone. As a special agent in the Paranormal Operations Unit of the border patrol, he is to infiltrate a reputed drug lord’s compound in Nogales, Arizona. His mission is to learn the source of a very dangerous and addictive new drug. He goes in drag, disguised as a glamorous young woman, to catch Mendoza’s roving eye. Even before he meets Mendoza, he encounters a Mendoza’s striking body guard.. Despite his lone wolf habits, Ren sees advantages in working together. Still, trust comes slowly and not without a hitch, but soon they must rely on one another to survive.<br><br>Darzul Onaygan has been sent from his home world of Arzula to blend in with the earthlings and help them fight off the evil alien invaders. Bisexual as most Arzulans are, many even able to switch gender at will, he finds Ren very attractive in both his guises. He sees Ren is interested but shocked to learn his new friend is not from earth. Darzul knows it takes more than hot sex to build a partnership. While outside threats may force them to work together, that alone cannot forge a bond. Will they live long enough to accomplish their mission and become real partners?

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Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"