Being with me would make him fall from grace forever. Being with him tethers me to that darkness. But being without him? Impossible.

I had it all figured out. A quiet life, my bookshop, and three cats who may or may not have magical tendencies. Love? That was a closed chapter. Until Caleb waltzed back in, turning my world upside down with a wink and a smile.

Caleb isn’t just any ex, he’s a cupid. But now he’s fallen angel, stripped of his wings for breaking celestial rules the first time around. With me.

His duty is to unite soulmates, not fall in love with humans. Basically, hes completely and utterly off limits.

And yet he’s here, back in my life, posing as my fake date for my great-grandmother’s 100th birthday party, stirring up everything I swore I’d left behind.

A second chance with Caleb risks more than just our hearts—it puts our very souls on the line. But as our connection grows, so does my conviction: some things are worth the risk.

Houston, this was not part of the plan. Not even a little tiny bit. Hes not my fated mate, yet here I am, pregnant regardless.

Leigh

Its not supposed to be possible, but I guess when your BFF is some sort of unicorn wolf with special powers, things tend to get a bit wonky. But thats not really the point. The point is Im super duper for sure pregnant, and hes pissed off, growly, and grumpy as hell.

Oh, and he found out by accident. While I was telling his best friend. And puking, loudly. Huzzah for morning sickness, yo.

And . . . he didnt seem thrilled. Not loving the trajectory, here. But Ill protect my tiny, perfect Petal. Even from her own father if I have to.

Gael

Am I still breathing? Im not really sure. Because a one night stand isnt supposed to come with these sorts of consequences. I mean, sure, if we were human. But wolves? Its not that easy. There are signs.

But despite the utter lack of a starter pistol announcing that we were a go, the four pregnancy tests laid out on her bathroom counter dont lie. Im going to be a dad. Pretty sure my face is about to melt off with the shock.

She and I are like oil and water. Fire and gasoline? Yeah, that one. Its not because I dont like her. Hell, I cant stop thinking about her. The problem is she knows how to push every last one of my buttons, and shes determined to slam the door in my face.

But Im not the kind of guy to take no for an answer, not when the woman Im crazy about and my baby are on the line. We might not have mate signs—yet—but I know shes the one for me. Now I just have to prove that I can be the one for her, too.

That cant be too difficult, right?

I never would have seen him coming, not in a million years. Feral. Growling. Terrifying. Until my wolf claimed him as hers.

Shay

Im a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels Id happily claim as mine. Survivor of abuse, Ill claim because its true, and Im a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the edge, let alone how to get him back.

But theres no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So whats a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if hes going to sneak into my bed and then play him Mozart until dawn. Obviously. But a fated mate connection is a once in a lifetime bond. And if he cant turn back into a man . . . will I be alone forever, even with him at my side?

Dirge

Ive been on the run for so many years, I dont remember how to be a man, not really. But Shay calls to that part of me, the part I hid away so long ago. Shes everything a man could want. Gorgeous, intelligent, and funny, all wrapped into a stunning, shyly sweet package.

Theres nothing under the moon I want more than to hold her in my arms. Thats the problem, though; if I give into the urge, if I change back and take her as mine . . . I sign her death warrant. The fates have foretold it, and the only way I can save her is to never go back, no matter how badly it hurts. To save her, I have to stay a wolf.