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Damien’s still stuck pretending to be Levi—an untalented mage with way more enemies than friends. He’s got all of Levi’s messes to clean up, from strained relationships to Sylvia, a fellow first-year student who isn’t shy about her disdain. And suspicion. To make matters worse, Damien is plagued by strange visions that offer unsettling glimpses of the future, making his attempts to survive even more complicated. The real nightmare, however, comes from his latest vision: a chilling sight of himself and several students lying dead in the infirmary.

When my parents tragically died in a plane crash and left me their very successful pharmaceutical company, I thought my biggest obstacle would be figuring out how to fill their shoes and be a good CEO. But it turns out my parents had been keeping a lot of secrets. Mainly about the fact that their company makes drugs not just for humans, but for werewolves, too. Oh, and apparently I’m a werewolf as well. And not just any werewolf. I’m the Supreme Alpha.

Damien’s life was simple: Train hard, follow orders, and never question why. But after a mission to infiltrate an enemy territory goes horribly wrong, he wakes up in the body of a spoiled noble mage from the very world he’s been taught to hate. Magic? He’s never touched it, and now everyone expects him to master it like a pro.

Brian Partridge leapt at the chance to buy the personal property of his favorite historical author following his death, although what he received was far more than he bargained for. It didn’t take him long to discover just how the author was able to write scenes from the past with such accuracy. Of course, Brian was familiar with time machines in movies, but that was fictional—not real—and yet, before him stood one of his very own. He knew he shouldn’t step inside and turn it on, but the temptation was more than he could bear.

Brian and Dana Partridge finally felt safe after escaping from the FBI and the Temporal Analysis Unit to a place where no one could find them. But their relief was fleeting, as they soon found an intruder in their home, Colonel Schneider. They were bound, blindfolded and put in separate vehicles, with questions unanswered: Who is this Colonel working for? What does he want from them? Will they ever see each other again? Who will come to their rescue? Friend or Foe?

The FBI are at a loss. How can they hunt a man who can escape through time? They’re in over their heads, and only one man can help them—one they thought was dead, but there is an agent who knows the truth: Brian Partridge is alive.

Life was simple, but it was good. I kept to myself, ran my gaming shop in the town I’d grown up in, and business was pretty good. That was until bizarre things started happening. I could have sworn I heard something breathing in my basement right before I woke up in my bed with no memory of the time between. My high school crush suddenly comes back to town, and hot but crazy women are coming into my shop like never before. What is happening in Wormwood, and what’s it got to do with me?

I’ve often dreamed of bumping into the three hot alphas I spent my school days crushing over. In those dreams, I’m sexy and sophisticated. The kind of omega who knocks them off their feet. Unfortunately, the day that dream becomes a reality – the day I’m reunited with Pack Hart – I’m dressed as a Christmas elf. Yep, an elf – complete with pointy ears, stripy stockings and bells on my shoes.

Today was supposed to be an average day of work followed by a night camping in the woods. But my whole world got turned upside down when the entire building was suddenly transported to some crazy fantasy land, with me and five beautiful college coeds still inside.

According to local legend, there is an inn run by gorgeous half-elf women who can ease the pain of broken soldiers like me. Just a rumor, right? That's what I thought…until I met Amalya. Stunning half-elf priestess at a spa hidden in the Borderlands—the semi-magical forest between human and elf territories—she would show me past the front door of a business like no other.