A forgotten house. A bloodline that never let go. Four dead Alphas who wake the moment she steps inside.
When Elara inherits Black Hollow Hill, she expects dust and grief—not whispers in the walls, a key that doesn’t fit any lock, and a pull in her bones that feels like the estate is calling her home. The mansion has been sealed for decades… yet it’s waiting for her. Watching her. Wanting her.
The first spirit comes in candlelight—beautiful, dangerous, and certain she belongs here. Then another. And another. Callum’s heat, Dorian’s ice, Malrik’s storm—three spirit-bound Alphas who died protecting this place, chained to a legacy they never agreed to finish.
As Elara’s Omega instincts awaken, the bond turns physical—touch becomes temptation, devotion becomes possession, and her oncoming heat becomes a beacon the whole house can smell. But the cellar hides more than ghosts, and something in the fog is hungry for Hollow blood.
To survive Black Hollow’s pull—and stop what’s rising from beneath it—Elara must decide whether to complete the bond and command the men death can’t claim… or let the house claim her instead.