Run. Survive. Surrender—because in the Mate Hunt, the alien always claims his prize.
I signed the contract to save my sister’s life.
The credits for her surgery were paid the moment I agreed.
All that’s left now is thirty days on a savage alien desert.
Run. Survive. Surrender.
The obsidian wastes of Pyraxis burn by day and freeze by night. Black sand stretches forever, broken only by volcanic glass that sings in the wind. And thanks to the tonic in my veins, my body craves the very hunter stalking me.
Khor is seven feet of patient predator—crimson scales, golden eyes, and a plan years in the...
Run. Survive. Surrender—because in the Mate Hunt, the alien always claims his prize.
I signed the contract to save my sister’s life.
The credits for her surgery were paid the moment I agreed.
All that’s left now is thirty days on a savage alien desert.
Run. Survive. Surrender.
The obsidian wastes of Pyraxis burn by day and freeze by night. Black sand stretches forever, broken only by volcanic glass that sings in the wind. And thanks to the tonic in my veins, my body craves the very hunter stalking me.
Khor is seven feet of patient predator—crimson scales, golden eyes, and a plan years in the making. He doesn’t just hunt me. He provides. Protects. Teaches me the land while keeping himself always just out of reach. Every day he closes the net tighter. Every night my resistance weakens.
He doesn’t just want to claim me. He wants me to choose him.
And the worst part? My body already has.
When he finally takes me—when the bond ignites—I’ll already be his.
The only question is whether I’ll still pretend I want to run… or beg the monster to keep me.
