Once every generation, the village lets the Spirit of the Mountain choose from its daughters. They go as willing, but terrified, sacrifices. Except one. Isen presents herself with excitement thrumming through her veins. She’s never feared the legends, but she’s never fit inside the lines either. She doesn’t want to be spared. She hungers for more. What awaits her in the sacred cave isn’t a mindless beast, but a towering, furred Yeti with ice in his touch and fire in his gaze. Not a man. Not a monster. Hers. Irik is feral and reverent, offering consent tipped in claws. He worships at the altar of Isen with holy hunger. He doesn’t demand her sacrifice—he offers her ruin. Pleasure edged with power. And the chance to finally choose herself. What begins in the darkness of sensory deprivation becomes a ritual of heat and hunger. Their bond is no offering. It’s a claiming. Chosen by the Yeti is a K!nktober primal monster romance novella dripping with ritual heat, sensory experiences, and feral devotion. For readers who crave surrender that feels like salvation.