Alicia

She hasn't spoken in thirteen years. Tonight, everything she has been hiding from finds her anyway. Ayla has survived by staying invisible. No wolf. No voice. No place in the pack that took her in after her family was destroyed. She kept her head down, stayed out of the way, and asked for nothing from anyone. It worked. Until the night of her eighteenth birthday changed everything. Her wolf awakens — sharp, sarcastic, and completely unimpressed with the situation. Her first shift happens alone in the snow, the way every important moment in her life has happened. And when she returns to the packhouse, three scents wrap around her like chains she didn't agree to wear. Three doors. Three bonds. Three mates. Kael — cold, commanding, already certain the world bends to him. Ryker — dangerous, sharp-tongued, and the one who told her to find somewhere else to sleep just hours ago. Soren — quiet, watchful, and somehow the most unsettling of the three. The future Alpha, Beta, and Delta of the pack. The last wolves on earth she would have chosen. Ayla felt the bond. She understood exactly what it meant. And she made the only decision that made sense. She ran. But all three of them have her scent now. And they are already coming. She survived thirteen years of silence. Surviving them is going to be something else entirely....

She was never supposed to survive the tournament. She definitely wasn’t supposed to walk out of it with two kings standing beside her. And nobody was prepared for what happened when the girl they had spent years treating like she was nothing finally stopped hiding. Two kings. One impossible bond. A tournament filled with enemies. A secret bloodline everyone thought was extinct. And a girl who has absolutely no intention of behaving like the queen everyone expects her to become. She can fight. She can see things no one else can. She can make two kings lose their minds with one sarcastic comment. And apparently… she can turn a perfectly respectable royal celebration into a full-blown clown show. But tomorrow is coming. And whatever Traci saw in those flashes is coming with it. The kingdom thinks they know who she is. They have no idea. The question isn’t whether the Last White Wolf will rise. It’s what happens when she does. The Rise of the Last White Wolf You think you know the story. You don’t. Open the book. Find out why everyone is about to learn exactly who Traci really is.

Betrayed by her mate and marked for death on her wedding night, Arianna Greystone thought her life was over. But Fate had other plans. Sold to satisfy the Lycan King, the strongest male in the realm who loses control under every full moon—His touch was fatal… yet she survived. And became his property. An undeniable pull sparked between them. The King became obsessed. But when Arianna discovers she carries the blood of his enemies—blood that could ignite a war—everything changes. In a world ruled by dominance and bloodlines, how will she survive this primal fate?

"I’m a rare breed. The daughter of an Alpha capable of birthing the strongest kind of pup. I had just turned 18 and in six months I would go through the heat. A heat unmated could kill a wolf. So my parents had invited pack leaders and their sons to our lands to compete for my hand. To say I was nervous was an understatement. It was very common for a female alpha to be bred and then tossed to the side. Some were even killed. I had no idea what to expect. I never expected him…. To be blessed with a soulmate is also a rare thing. I only saw him first during the tournament. He had come late sending gifts ahead as apology for his disrespect. I admit I had been intrigued by his actions. When I saw him I could not help the scream I let loose to stop the fight. I was supposed to remain hidden during the match. I was supposed to act impartial as well. Then again I was not supposed to find my soulmate during this. I walked through the hushed crowd. I had to be near him like I had to breath. This calmed all my fears of deceit and treachery. He was bound to me by the goddess herself made for me and I for him. My eyes could not be taken from him. I knew now that my life was safe and we would love strongly. Goddess help those who try to break us apart."

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."

I thought I had everything planned out. Stick to the shadows; don't stay in one place for too long. Don't shift. Easy, right? Wrong. Because of my stupid decision to seek out help, I'm on my way to the Wildwhisper Academy—one of the places that I was warned to stay away from. But my plan can still work. All I need to do is blend in, stick to the shadows, and survive the next three years without being noticed, and then I can get back to running. But by the Mother's t*ts, that was just too much to ask for. Because, of course, she had to bond me to them, Dain Wittfield: Wolf shifter and ruggedly handsome. His smile could charm the panties off a rock. Iver Flamecraft: Dragon prince and broody. I expected him to be the one to avoid me the most, but boy, was I wrong Oleander Kinghart: Stag Shifter and next Alpha of the Silvanus herd. Quiet and aloof. I swear he could make the shadows sound loud. Aris Seagrave: Mage and Griffin Hybrid, he's almost as rare as I am, if there were over 600 of my kind. He gives dark and dangerous a whole new meaning. Now I have to avoid mates I didn't know I had, needed, or wanted. They are only going to slow me down. Being alone for the last four years has taught me that I am better off that way. It's hard to remain unseen when you have four of the most elite students following you around like lost puppies who can't understand that being kicked means to go away. Surviving Wildwhisper is going to be difficult enough as it is; now I have to survive my mates. I just hope that I don't end up betraying myself in the end. This is a “why choose” fantasy reverse harem that is a slow burn until the very end, where it heats up quickly and ends on a cliffhanger. This story contains themes that may be triggering for some, along with strong language. These themes include mentions of the death of family, abuse and SA of the MFC (not by mates; please skip chapter 29 if that is not something you wish to read), the lingering effects following the event, and sexual situations that occur between the MFC and her mates, to name a few. Please read at your own risk.