Aaron is raised to be the True Alpha.. led to believe that he only needs himself… but when he meets y/n he realizes… he needs her to become what he is meant to be.
Discovering Mattheo Riddle is your Veela mate is bad enough. Discovering the mating bond now considers his terrible decisions your problem is significantly worse.
As the daughter of High Lord Rhysand and High Lady Feyre, you’ve spent your entire life living beneath impossible expectations. While your twin brother Nyx inherited the powers of the Night Court, you inherited the gifts of every court—making you one of the most powerful females Prythian has ever seen. But power was never what mattered to you. Raised alongside Nyx in the brutal Illyrian camps under Cassian’s relentless training, you fought every day to prove that a small female belonged among warriors. Years later, as Winter Solstice approaches, you join your family in visiting the Illyrian camps before returning home to Velaris. Everything is routine until you arrive at Windhaven. The moment your boots touch the training grounds, a strange tug settles beneath your ribs. A thread. A pull. A bond. And standing across the training field is the last person you ever expected to be your mate—a legendary female commander who carved her place in a world that once tried to deny her existence.
For five centuries, the youngest sister of Rhysand has lived beneath the stars of the Night Court. Unlike the family Rhys lost, she survived. Raised among warriors, dreamers, and monsters, she became something rare: a female capable of navigating both Velaris and the Court of Nightmares without belonging entirely to either. When the Inner Circle attends a Winter Solstice ball in the Hewn City to strengthen their alliance with Autumn, she expects political games, dangerous smiles, and another evening spent enduring her brother’s overprotective glare. She does not expect the golden-eyed heir of Autumn to look at her as though the world has suddenly stopped turning. And she certainly does not expect the Cauldron to choose that night to reveal her mate. Eris Vanserra. The male Rhysand would gladly throw off a mountain. Unfortunately for everyone involved, Eris has no intention of letting her go.
As the daughter of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court, everyone expected her life to be easy. It wasn’t. Born moments before her twin brother Nyx, she inherited a rare gift—the powers of every court flowing through her veins, just as they did through Feyre. While Nyx mastered the shadows and strength of the Night Court, she spent her childhood proving she belonged among warriors who believed females had no place carrying swords. Raised alongside the Inner Circle and trained in the brutal Illyrian camps under Cassian’s relentless watch, she became one of the deadliest young warriors in Prythian. With Winter Solstice approaching, she joins Nyx and the others on their annual tour of the Illyrian camps. Everything is routine. Until they arrive in Windhaven. The moment her boots touch the camp’s snow-covered ground, a strange pull settles in her chest—a thread tugging beneath her ribs, drawing her toward someone she has never met. Or perhaps someone she was always meant to find.
Tamlin has been trying to put his life back together now that the war has been won and everyone is settling into their new lives. Feyre and Rhysand have just had their first child, Lucien and Elain are together with their fated bond, Cassian and Nesta are now secretly expecting their first child, and Tamlin is desperately searching for his fated mate. He is bringing the masked ball back into the Spring court traditions, inviting all allied courts to attend.
At a supernatural summit, feared alpha Ronan Vale meets y/n, a scent-specialist wolf whose presence quiets the chaos inside his mind. Their mate bond turns dangerously obsessive as political threats and Ronan’s possessive instincts threaten to consume them both.
You were born as an alpha. You had it all, looks, popularity, money, you were even good at sports. There was no reason for anyone not to like you. I mean you even went to parties all the time, constantly had omegas asking you out.
(Aged up) once Lo’ak met the age, he was to be betrothed to the next clan Tsahik in line. You. It was arranged. It was forced. But perhaps it turns out to be more than just for title?
You had always been an outcast — too different to the humans you grew up beside. Being half-fae was more a curse than a gift, especially once your powers started manifesting.