Moot

"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."

A brutal survivalist. A ruthless billionaire. And a marriage contract that was supposed to be a gilded cage... until she decided to move in and redecorate. After surviving two brutal years in a post-apocalyptic wasteland fighting monsters, Laura Lind is finally back in her original body. The catch? Her family has gone bankrupt, and they’ve sold her off to Julian Hayes—the notoriously cold, controlling, and terrifying CEO of Crestview Enterprises. According to the original rumor mill, Laura is supposed to hate her new life. She is supposed to fight the 24/7 surveillance, resent her bodyguards, and desperately plot a divorce, only to end up miserable. But Laura looks at her plush king-sized bed, her unlimited black card, and her yacht, and asks herself: Why on earth would I ever leave? Having fought for her life every single day, a life of doing absolutely nothing while a handsome billionaire pays the bills is her literal paradise. If Julian wants to "monitor" her, fine. He can do the heavy lifting. Besides, nobody knows she is secretly the genius mastermind behind Zephyr Capital, the wealthiest investment firm in the country. When Laura reluctantly agrees to appear on a celebrity couple's reality show, the internet prepares to pity the "miserable, caged wife." Instead, they are treated to the ultimate power dynamic shift: The Audit: Julian calls to check on her three times a day. Laura video-calls him back, forces the terrifying CEO to watch her try on thirty-two designer outfits, and demands a unique, ten-line compliment for each. The Vetting: Julian tries to restrict her contact list. Laura forwards every handsome stranger who tries to flirt with her directly to Julian’s personal line for "husband vetting." But when Laura’s family suddenly recovers their fortune and the "rightful" woman appears, Laura decides her retirement era is over. She packs her bags and sighs, "I understand, Julian. I’ll pack up and leave so you two can be happy." But the ruthless billionaire slams the door shut, locking her in his arms with a dark, obsessive gaze. "Say 'husband' again, Laura. Because you are never leaving this room."