For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. “You're angry?” he growls. “Angry enough to commit murder,” she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

Betrayal was the fire that burned her. Revenge would be the ice that rebuilt her. For eight years, Sophia Woods stood by Lucas Bennett’s side, fighting his battles, sacrificing everything for his success—only to be cast aside for her stepsister, Rose. Broken but not defeated, Sophia swore one thing: she would never be weak again. Then, Alexander Lancaster entered her life. The cold and enigmatic heir to the Lancaster Financial Group, Alexander was a man of calculated power, ruthless ambition, and an obsession he made no effort to hide. "I don’t play games unless I intend to win," he told her. "And Sophia, I want you." He saw the fire beneath her ice, the brilliance behind her scars. He didn’t want to rescue her—he wanted to stand beside her. And in a world where power ruled and betrayal lurked in every shadow, Sophia had no choice but to make a deal with the devil. With Alexander at her side, she would take back everything stolen from her. But she never expected a simple partnership to turn into something dangerously intoxicating. Two cold hearts. One ruthless game. And in the end, only one question remained— Would love be her greatest revenge? Or her final downfall?

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made. Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he’s not letting me go.