The King is dead. Died in a hunting accident. The kingdom mourned. They wept. They moved on. But the king wasn’t dead. He was very much alive. Now King Tobias, the mighty were-lion, had to travel undercover to find out who killed him. And why. Along the way, he found someone special. Someone who risked his life to save his own. Could he tell him? Could he reveal his true identity and risk getting captured. Because this time, they would make sure he stayed dead.

Roland had just been released from prison after two long, torturous years. In there, he’d met Lee, an officer, who’d taken an instant liking to him. Roland This was my chance! A chance at a new life. I could finally leave behind my dark past and - with the were-lion’s help - finally follow my passions and hopefully make something of myself. But his past would not be so easily dismissed. Old habits die hard and when you have nowhere to go and nothing to eat, moral decisions become infinitely more difficult. Lee Was a were-lion who loved to chase the bad guys. Tall, golden-haired and as handsome as he was affable, he had the world in the palm of his hand. But what he didn’t have was… Riley Riley was the city’s notorious kingpin. Everywhere one turned, one would find Riley’s hand in the proverbial pie. Even the police were not immune. And Riley wanted Roland back. Specifically, he wanted Roland to pull off the heist of the century. Or he’d “take care” of Lee. Would Roland turn his back on his mate, the father of his un-born children, and join forces with the dark criminal once again just to save Lee’s life? Or would he defy Riley and lose Lee? Whatever the choice, it was one only a fiery fox could make.

Sam I was just a poor, helpless kitten. Born and raised as an alley cat, I never really figured out the whole survival game. I hated begging. I hated rummaging around in other people's trash. Most of all, I hated being alone. But I had no choice. Day after day it was nothing but bleak survival. Pounding the pavement until my little paws nearly bled, begging for scraps, working odd jobs and hoping and praying that I'd be able to make it through another night with an empty belly. Tonight was going to be different, though. I could feel it in my feline bones. A glimmer of hope sprung into my downcast eyes and my whiskers twitched as something inside me whispered that a new chapter of my life was on the horizon. Ralph It was another ho-hum, boring night at the station. All the calls were of the normal variety. Cats stuck in trees, the odd vagrant rummaging in the wrong person's trash and maybe a runaway or three. Nothing very much interesting. When I signed on to the PD several years ago, I was a fresh-faced recruit with flashing images of gnarly firefights and high-speed chases throughout town. I dreamt of rescuing fair omegas from rough brutes and solving long-forgotten crimes. I envisioned the Mayor trotting me out on a weekly basis, tying ribbons and medals around my neck for my bravery and accuracy. He'd tell the world how I'd saved the town again from fierce bandits and savage gangs. My dreams were quickly dashed when I realized that most of what we do was paperwork. That and sitting around in our cruisers all night. How I longed for some action! I silently pounded my fist and wished that something - anything - exciting would happen. As I was nodding off, I heard the beep and looked at the display in my cruiser. I'd just finished up some paperwork - some local kid had got himself in trouble stealing some candy from a local store. Bo-ring. What I expected to see and what I actually saw on my screen were two very wildly different things. I yawned, just knowing that this was going to be another silly cat who had gotten himself stuck in a tree or maybe an alpha spied a suspicious-looking character lurking around his garden. Probably his gardener. That's not what it was, though.

I was a cat, dammit! Not some piece of meat for an alpha to chew up and spit out. I wasn't going to take it anymore! Now that I’ve left, though, I had nowhere to go. I was cold, hungry and homeless. But at least I didn’t have an abusive alpha breathing down my throat. Now I’d never have babies. Alphas were too unpredictable. After all that, how could I ever trust another one? Thumbing for a ride to the next town, I was picked up by a cop. Great. Another alpha. Why me? Oh well, at least I wouldn’t be cold anymore. This one was different though. I couldn’t quite put my paw on it. He seemed warm and caring. And also wanted babies. Nope! He was just another alpha. Probably couldn’t trust him further than I could throw him. However, something in the back of my nose tickled… Something I couldn’t just bat away.

Percy No way was I going to marry someone just because my father said I had to. I was an adult. I could do what I wanted. But not according to my Alpha Father. Apparently, he’d meticulously arranged this marriage for me. I couldn’t fathom why he would do such a thing. Curious about the alpha, I snuck up behind him. But he caught me. I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me, but in the end he had the endurance and I didn't. I feared this was the end. Jeff A wolf and a rabbit? Ha! That’s a good one. I scoffed as my father informed me about my betrothed. This was a joke, right? I mean, I eat rabbits for breakfast and now you’re telling me that I’d be mated to one? That was the best laugh I’d had in a long while. Then I saw my Alpha Father’s dead-set eyes and I stopped laughing. Wait? This isn’t some kind of twisted April Fool’s joke? I was sure this was going to turn out terrible, but I went to the ball our parents set up. We were both from upper-crust society, so it was expected. I expected to have a nice dinner, maybe some dancing and then a nice, heart-to-heart talk with his Alpha Father where we could clear up this little…misunderstanding. What I didn’t expect was for him and our babies to be kidnapped. This 15k word story contains an HEA, Mpreg, and babies at the end. Cute babies. Insufferable little tykes that get into all sorts of trouble.

Martin, the omega son of a local billionaire, was already in a committed relationship when he met Lobo, a were-wolf lumberjack. Lobo knew they were fated mates. He could smell it. But convincing Martin would prove to be a difficult task. Martin didn’t believe in fate. Not until Lobo uncovered an evil, despicable plot hatched by Martin’s betrothed. Will Lobo be in time to save him from a fate worse than death?

Eric I was a poor, destitute, helpless omega living with my omega father and brothers. We had no money, no home and life on the streets was tough. Real tough. But we survived. We survived because we had each other. With the economy in tatters, we had to take what was not ours to survive, never eating more than we needed to get by. I volunteered so as to keep my brothers from knowing this life. Each night was a different house. A loaf of bread here, some crackers there. Just bare subsistence. I wanted babies of my own, but I couldn’t in good faith bring them into a world where I could barely feed myself. Wandering further than I should have, I found myself looking into the fridge of an alpha with a veritable cornucopia of food. There was more food in here than I’d seen in my entire life. There was only one problem. He caught me. Drake I was a rich dragon. The alpha son of The King of Dragons. And I was mad. My alpha father had arranged a marriage for me to a shifty were-fox and I wanted nothing to do with him. But my father was nothing if not persistent. I couldn’t sleep on an empty stomach. But what was that sound I heard? In the kitchen just there? As stealthily as any cat, I investigated. No one should’ve been able to get past my defenses. No one. But someone had. Aha! I caught the intruder red-handed, rummaging through my…fridge? Not my treasure room? What kind of thief steals bread? Apparently, the kind of thief who steals my heart. This 15k word story contains an HEA, Mpreg, and babies at the end. Cute babies. Insufferable little tykes that get into all sorts of trouble.