His to Hunt

Beckett

I’ve never claimed a woman at the Hunt.

Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t want to.

Until now.

She doesn’t belong here—no anklet, no lineage, no right to stand in that ballroom wearing another woman’s name. But the second I see her, I know.

She’s mine.

And when I collar her in front of the entire room, I don’t just break tradition. I declare war.

Because once the Hunt begins, the rules change.

And if another man gets to her before I do?

She’s his.

But I didn’t spend my life building a legacy of control to lose it to some little thief in a sheer dress with...

Beckett

I’ve never claimed a woman at the Hunt.

Not because I couldn’t. Because I didn’t want to.

Until now.

She doesn’t belong here—no anklet, no lineage, no right to stand in that ballroom wearing another woman’s name. But the second I see her, I know.

She’s mine.

And when I collar her in front of the entire room, I don’t just break tradition. I declare war.

Because once the Hunt begins, the rules change.

And if another man gets to her before I do?

She’s his.

But I didn’t spend my life building a legacy of control to lose it to some little thief in a sheer dress with fire in her eyes.

I will find her.

I will catch her.

And I will keep her.

Even if it means breaking her first.

Luna

I never planned on being claimed.

I came to the Hunt for one reason: to run.

To escape my arranged future and buy back my freedom with the prize money.

But I made a mistake.

I caught the attention of the wrong man—or maybe the most dangerous one.

He doesn’t just see me. He marks me. Collars me. Claims me before the Hunt even starts.

Now, every man in the woods knows I’m his target.

And I’m running not just from the game, but from the way his touch brands my skin and his voice sinks into my bones.

Because if he catches me… I don’t think I’ll want to run again.

And that terrifies me more than anything.