Pack healers have three rules: Never mix magics Never fall in love with a pack member And never forget that you will die young I try not to think about that last one. The healer burden is one I gladly bear—my wolves need me. Even if our jackhole alpha won’t let me touch him to do my job. Oh, he’ll bring a wounded pack mate to me, but we're forbidden to touch. Which is probably for the best because I'm his omega. We've known since, well, forever. But we can never be together. See rules one through three. But everything changes when a powerful new wolf storms into our small town, bringing secrets and danger and everything I never knew I wanted with him. And Alpha Is Pissed Wolves of the Midnight Stars is the first book in the Healer’s Pack Series and there might be a cliffy. This is a RH omegaverse romance with plenty of sexy times, nesting, AB/o dynamics, and other filthy things. You’ve been warned.

I’m mated to a murderer. My omega body doesn’t care. But I do. This isn’t supposed to be my life. This isn’t how any of this works. And if magic keeps screwing me over, I might just have to take matters into my own hands. When new a friend comes knocking, needing help across the country, I throw myself into the opportunity. It’s better than staying here and dealing with my problems. So, it’s off to Laurel Cove for me and my two non-murdery mates where we might make a shitload of enemies. Or life-long friends. Can I accept Drago as my mate? I honestly don’t know. But I guess we’ll find out. You’ll love this why-choose romance because everyone loves a morally gray hero. Get it now. But be warned. There’s lots of steamy sexiness and some very dark themes including blood, gore, and an attempted SA.