Introduction
Chapter 1
Morgana's POV
The numbers blur together on my screen—revenue projections, quarterly margins, risk assessments that will determine whether Meridian Financial's latest acquisition succeeds or fails. My coffee has gone cold hours ago, but I take another sip anyway, grimacing at the bitter dregs as the clock in the corner of my monitor reads 9:47 PM.
Three years. Three years of nights like this, of choosing spreadsheets over sleep, of building a career one fourteen-hour day at a time. The Senior Financial Analyst position hangs just within reach now, close enough that I can taste the corner office and the respect that comes with it. Close enough to justify the ache in my shoulders and the way my apartment has become nothing more than a place to shower and change clothes.
My phone buzzes against the glass desk. Another news alert from the city, another headline I don't have time for. I swipe it away without reading, but the preview lingers: "Young Professional Found Dead in Tribeca Apartment." The endless stream of bad news that comes with living in a city of eight million people. I've learned to tune it out—the sirens, the crime reports, the daily reminders that Manhattan can be as dangerous as it is intoxicating.
The quarterly reports finally finish processing, and I lean back in my chair, letting my eyes drift from the screen to the window beside my cubicle. Forty-two floors below, Manhattan spreads out like a living circuit board, office windows glowing in towers that stretch toward the horizon. Somewhere down there, people are living actual lives—having dinner with friends, going on dates, doing things that don't involve calculating compound interest rates.
My reflection stares back from the darkened glass, and I barely recognize the woman looking at me. When did I start looking so tired? So hollow around the eyes? At thirty-two, I should be in my prime, not questioning whether professional success is worth the price I've paid for it. My mother's text from this afternoon sits unread in my messages: "Any interesting men in your life? I'm not getting any younger, and neither are you, sweetheart."
I delete it without responding, the way I've deleted dozens like it over the past year.
The building settles around me with familiar sounds—the distant hum of the HVAC system, the soft ding of elevators carrying the cleaning crews to different floors, the echo of footsteps in empty hallways. Most of my colleagues abandoned their desks hours ago, heading home to spouses and children and lives that extend beyond these glass walls. I used to find the solitude peaceful, productive even. Tonight, it just feels lonely.
I pull up my social media feed while the final reports upload to the server, scrolling past engagement announcements and vacation photos from college friends who chose different paths. Sarah from B-school is in Tuscany with her husband. Jennifer from my analyst program is posting pictures of her toddler's first steps. Meanwhile, I'm here calculating risk-adjusted returns for a merger that most people wouldn't understand or care about.
A news story catches my eye before I can scroll past—the same alert I dismissed earlier. Amanda Andrew, 26, found dead in her Tribeca apartment. A Goldman Sachs analyst, just like me, except younger and presumably with more of a social life. The article mentions she'd been dating someone she met through an app called Elite Connections, designed for young professionals in Manhattan. They found her phone open to their conversation thread, the last message sent three days ago: "Can't wait to see you tonight."
I close the browser tab quickly, pushing away the uncomfortable recognition. Amanda could have been me, or any of the hundreds of women working late in buildings just like this one across the city. But that's the risk of living here, isn't it? The price we pay for ambition and opportunity.
The printer behind me whirs to life, spitting out the reports I'll need for tomorrow's presentation to the board. I gather the pages, straightening them with mechanical precision while my mind runs through the numbers one more time. Everything has to be perfect. In a company full of Ivy League MBAs and fast-track executives, there's no room for mistakes, no second chances for women who didn't have connections or family money to smooth their paths.
My phone buzzes again—another text from my mother that I'll ignore, another reminder of the life I'm not living while I build the career I thought I wanted. The silence of the office presses against me, broken only by the soft whisper of air through the ventilation system and the distant sound of traffic forty-two floors below.
I'm reaching for my laptop bag when I hear it—the distinctive beep of a security badge being swiped, echoing from somewhere above me. The forty-third floor, maybe the forty-fourth. I pause, listening, but there's nothing else. Probably one of the executives working as late as I am, or maybe building maintenance checking something.
But the sound bothers me in a way I can't quite name. It's 9:52 PM on a Tuesday night. Even the most dedicated workaholics usually call it quits by now, and the cleaning crews use master keys, not individual badges. I've worked late enough times to know the building's rhythms, the patterns of who stays when and why.
I save my work and close my laptop, the screen's glow fading to leave me in the dim illumination of the emergency lighting that kicks in after business hours. The badge swipe echoes in my memory as I pack my things, a small disruption in the routine that has become my life.
Tomorrow I'll present my analysis to the board, take another step toward the promotion I've sacrificed everything to achieve. Tonight, I'll go home to my empty apartment, heat up whatever leftovers are in my refrigerator, and try not to think about Amanda Andrew or the life I might have had if I'd made different choices.
The elevator arrives with its familiar ding, and I step inside, pressing the button for the parking garage. As the doors close, I catch a glimpse of the forty-third floor through the gap—dark except for a single light in a corner office, and the shadow of someone moving behind frosted glass.
The elevator descends, carrying me away from whatever or whoever is working this late, but the image stays with me as I drive home through the empty streets, another piece of the puzzle that is life in Manhattan's glass towers.
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Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."
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Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates
When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.
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Taste of Fate: The Vampire King's Human Mate
He reached for the back of my head and pulled me up just enough to reach my neck. When his fangs slid into me, the pain was instant, electric. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. My hands found his shoulders, clawing for something to hold. My legs kicked. Tears streamed down my cheeks.
He moaned against my throat as he drank, and the sound was devastating.
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother
"What is wrong with me?
Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?
It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.
He’s my boyfirend’s brother.
This is Tyler’s family.
I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.
**
As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.
Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.
When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.
I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.
**
I hate girls like her.
Entitled.
Delicate.
And still—
Still.
The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.
Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.
I shouldn’t care.
I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.
I’m not here to rescue anyone.
Especially not her.
Especially not someone like her.
She’s not my problem.
And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.
But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
The Ice Between Us.
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Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
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There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
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Especially him.
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Her husband is no longer the warm, easygoing man she remembers.
Her five-year-old son is now a nineteen-year-old stranger who looks at her with suspicion.
Her twins barely remember the mother they lost—one forever chasing affection, the other keeping the entire world at arm's length.
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