What Happens At The Ending Of Feral, Vol. 1: Indoor Cats?

Elara, a young woman believed to be a "lowly Omega," spent her life in the shadows of the Iron Claw Pack. She lived a secret romance with her Alpha boyfriend, Kaelen, believing his promises of a future together. However, the moment the Moon Goddess revealed them as fated mates, Kaelen’s true colors emerged. Seeking a mate with political power to help him conquer more lands, he rejected Elara with cold cruelty. To ensure her total submission, he branded her his "property" and ordered his bodyguards to beat her before imprisoning her as a sex slave. Driven by a desperate survival instinct and a strange, subconscious hum of power she does not yet understand, Elara escaped the Iron Claw fortress and fell into the freezing, jagged Black River, which swept her across the border. Silas, the Alpha of the North and a man carrying the savage, intense blood of the Lycans, found Elara’s broken body tangled in the roots of a willow tree. The " Mate" bond struck Silas with the force of a landslide. his Lycan instincts demand a level of protection and "clingy" devotion that is both terrifying and beautiful. He carried her to his private suite, refusing to let anyone near her, and began a slow, meticulous process of healing her . Elara is beginning to heal, slowly trading her fear for a tentative trust in the "velcro-like" Silas. She has just begun to experience the safety of his physical presence, finding comfort in the massive Alpha’s arms. Yet, secrets still linger beneath the surface. While the Iron Claw gathers its strength at the border, the Lycan King and his Mate have found a fragile peace in the quiet of the mountain—a peace that is about to be tested by the dark marks of the past.

WARNING This book contains mature scenes, explicit content, and potentially triggering themes. It is rated 18+ and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Reader discretion is advised. Claude Adams never wanted a mate—especially not her. As the Beta and son to the Alpha of the Rising Moon Pack, he knows fate isn’t something to fight. But when he meets the she-wolf destined to be his, the bond feels all wrong. Suffocating. A trap he can’t escape. So when a cryptic message—meant for a human—draws him onto a luxury cruise liner, he takes it as the perfect excuse to run. What he doesn’t expect is Nikolai Vladimirovich—a ruthless Russian Mafia boss with a dangerous aura and a stare that strips Claude down to something raw. What starts as a reckless, meaningless fling turns into something neither of them can walk away from. But Claude isn’t human. He was never meant to belong to Nikolai. And when the truth comes out, there will be no mercy. Because Nikolai doesn’t share. And fate? It doesn’t make mistakes.

Carolina Alves I came to America to write love stories, but my inspiration’s been running on empty. Then I followed an orange kitten onto the subway, through a strange neighborhood, and straight into the arms of a firefighter. Ace Rosario is steady, strong, and just a little sarcastic—and suddenly, I can’t stop writing again. The only question is… am I falling for my muse, or for the man himself? Ace Rosario Oldest sibling, last to get my act together. My family’s always seen me as the drifter, never the responsible one. But I’m determined to prove myself as a firefighter—and the last thing I expected was for Carolina Alves to tumble into my life with her wild hair, her Portuguese rambling, and my mischievous kitten, Goose, in tow. She makes me think love might be the one risk worth taking. The Purrfect Love Story is the heartfelt, playful conclusion to the Ravenwood Series. While it can be read as a standalone, Ace recommends checking out his siblings’ stories first—Man’s Best Wingman, A Bark in the Park, and The Purrfect Wingman—before diving into his own.

For years there's been a voice in his head calling him, howling for his inner wolf. He had tried to find out who she was, his mate, the wolf calling out to him, but he couldn't, until it was too late.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets leveled up into guardians. Three per person. That was the cap. My buddy dropped serious cash on three Caucasian Shepherds. My landlord dumped his fish and started raising crocodiles. My girlfriend bolted to the zoo and came back with a lion. Me? I had three strays. Bubba—blind. Missy—lame. Snowy—barely a month old. The second the system locked pet slots, I knew I was screwed. I barricaded myself inside with my three "broken" cats and kept my head down. Day one—fear. Day two—helpless. Day three—the cats strolled back in, tails up, dragging something I didn't recognize. Bubba looked at me. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" I just stared.

A Feral Curse swept through the werewolf world. Those wolves touched by it become monsters that devour their own packmates; others die in agony as the infection burns through them. The survivors formed an Alliance to fight back. I fought alongside my mate, Alpha Liam, until the very end. Until rescue finally came. But our transport was seconds from takeoff. That’s when Liam's first love, an omega named Chloe, ran back. All for a beat-up music box. Liam insisted we wait. The feral pack was closing in. I had no choice. I forced the ramp shut. Chloe was torn apart by ferals. Back at the Alliance base, I thought we were safe. I was wrong. That night, Liam knocked me out and threw me to a captured feral wolf. The infection was pure agony. It felt like my veins were erupting from the inside out. I died alone in a cold, empty cell. His last words echoed in my mind through our link: "You let Chloe die. It's your turn to feel what she felt." Then I opened my eyes. I was back. Back on the airfield. On the day he refused to leave. I saw the feral pack in the distance, and a cold smile touched my lips. He wants to save Chloe so badly? Fine. This time, they can die together.