Solyn Aure

"Is this about revenge? Because I didn't wait for you to go off with your fling?" He murmurs something I didn't catch. "Noah, just say what you want," I snap. I couldn't take his intense gaze anymore. You want my help, princess?" he asks calmly. "Fine. Marry me." “…What?” “You heard me.” I let out a short laugh. “You’re insane.” "Well, lucky for you. I have two options for you. I'm being so f*ck*ng generous." he replies. “Option one,” he says, watching me closely. “You marry me.” My breath catches. “Option two…” He steps closer. Close enough that I have to tilt my head to look at him. “You give me seventy days.” I swallow hard, my heart pounding in my ears. "Seventy days of what?" His gaze drops briefly to my lips, then back to my eyes. “Of you,” he says. Being generous, indeed. “Yeah. Right. Option 3?” Noah scoffs, turning toward the window indifferently. "Off you go, then. I am just feeling bad for your boy's life." He knows he has me cornered. "Fine." I grit out. "I'm listening." He turns back around, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. B*st*rd. He steps so close to me I can feel the heat off his chest. "I want you available to me. Whenever and wherever," he says, his voice thick. "In my bed, outside of it... you belong to me. For..." Aria never thought she would owe Noah anything but her hands were tied as her son’s life depended on him. Four years ago, her boyfriend chose her step-sister over her, announcing their engagement to the public while she was forced to remain hidden for more than seven years because of his career. Heartbroken, she left everything behind, started a new life in another country, building her designer brand into something successful and in demand. She believed the past was gone for good. Until her son fell critically ill. With no matching donor and no other option, Aria returned to the past she never wanted to face again. To Noah. Her ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Now one of the most powerful and desired men in the world. A man who always looked at her like she belonged to him. A man whose emotions toward her were always hot and cold—dangerous and unpredictable. He agreed to help her… but not without an ultimatum.

She can erase magic with a single touch. He has to keep her alive—or die trying. I was never supposed to exist. For eighteen years, my mother kept me moving from city to city, giving me new names and never letting me stay anywhere long enough to be found. Then, three weeks after my eighteenth birthday, one touch changed everything. A boy collapsed at my feet. His heart stopped. And everyone finally saw what I was. Null-Born. A living anomaly capable of shutting down supernatural power with a single touch. A mistake the magical world believes should never have existed. So they send me to Nexus Academy—a school where monsters, hybrids, and magical bloodlines are trained to survive. And they give me a combat tutor. Caelan Ashenthorn. Cold. Brutal. Untouchable. He hates me from the moment he learns what I am. But there's something he hates even more. The pain inside him. Because when I touch him, it disappears. And now an ancient blood debt has bound him to me, forcing him to protect me whether he wants to or not. The problem? The longer he stays close, the harder it becomes to tell where hatred ends and something far more dangerous begins. Now the academy is turning against me. The coalitions are hunting for me. And the only person I can trust— Might be the one to destroy me the moment he’s free.

In her past life, Vivian Davis was the biggest fool. Soft-hearted and trusting, she survived three brutal years in the post-apocalyptic wasteland—only to be strangled to death by her manipulative best friend, Chloe, while her boyfriend stood by and watched. Death should have been the end. Instead, Vivian wakes up ten hours before the outbreak. She has three years of wasteland survival instincts, the memories of everyone who betrayed her, and something she never possessed in her previous life: Chloe's compulsion power. With fake, Vivian can make men instinctively want to protect her, obey her, and fight for her. So she decides to put it to good use. To the world, Vivian is a fragile damsel who needs saving but behind closed doors, she's a cold-blooded survivor who can drive a blade through an infected brainstem without blinking. Her act fools everyone—except Captain Rex Lawson, the sharp-tongued commander of the shelter's mercenaries. Immune to her compulsion, Rex seems to see straight through her performance. Yet, instead of exposing her, he makes her an unexpected offer. If Vivian wants to survive this apocalypse, she'll have to play by his rules. Rex can set the rules. Vivian will decide how the game is played.