
She spits blood at my feet. I buy her anyway.
I’ve hunted for a cure to the curse crawling through my veins for decades. Dozens of women. None of them strong enough. None of them worthy.
Until her.
A filthy human dragged into the slave pits, snarling like a cornered beast. Small. Defiant. Fragile-looking. But she doesnt flinch. Doesn’t bow. She dares to smile when struck.
I don’t want her surrender.
I want her to run.
Because when I catch her—
When I own her—
There will be no escape. No mercy. No god to save her.
She’s not the mate fate promised me.
But I’ll brand her anyway.
Let the...
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