She’s small enough to break. But I don’t want to break her. I want to keep her. She thought she could run from the monster chained in her master’s temple. She didn’t realize the moment I scented her, she stopped being prey. She became mine. Every time she looks at me with those wide, terrified eyes, I remember my name. Every time she whispers to me, the rage quiets. But don’t mistake her softness for safety. I was built to hunt, to kill, to destroy. And now I’ll do all of that for her. She doesn’t know it yet, but I’ll put a chain on the world itself before I let anyone take my bride away. She’s bite sized. And I’m starving. Read on for terrified brides, feral obsession, size difference that borders on impossible, and a beast who only learns one mine. HEA Guaranteed!