The Estate Manager’s Dragons (Ashford Dragons #5)

She kept the hoard for six years. She was never supposed to be part of it.

Maren Voss has managed the Castellan estate with ruthless precision since the day she was hired.

She’s balanced the ledgers, refinished the banisters, renegotiated every lease, and grown the dynasty’s wealth by seventeen percent above benchmark—all while hiding the one fact that would destroy everything she’s built.

She’s omega. And she’s been breathing in the Castellans’ hoard-scent for two thousand nights.

When three dragon-shifter brothers return to the manor she’s held together single-handedly, Maren’s pharmaceutical defenses start to crack.

Mateo is storm and restlessness, trailing her through hallways like lightning looking for ground.

Lukas is warmth and woodsmoke, building a kitchen around the ghost of her presence.

Adrian is gravity itself—six years of letters, margin notes, and the word remarkable written seventeen times in a hand she’d recognize anywhere.

Her suppressants were never designed for this.

Six years of cumulative exposure to three scent-matched alphas, absorbed through skin and bedding and the very walls she’s maintained, have pushed her biology past the cascade threshold.

When her heat breaks in a house whose ventilation system she designed herself, Maren faces a choice no quarterly report can solve.

Leave—and lose the home she built but was never supposed to keep.

Stay—and risk becoming the kept thing instead of the keeper.

In the series finale of Ashford Dragons, all five dynasties converge as the woman who held the fortress alone discovers that the treasure she’s been guarding is herself.

But first, she’ll have to decide whether being claimed means losing the authority she’s spent a lifetime earning—or whether three dragons can learn that the strongest bond is the one their omega chooses to build.