She’s not my captive. She’s my reward. The humans dropped her when the bullets started flying—left her bleeding in the wreckage, screaming into smoke. I found her there. Small. Defiant. Mine. She fights me with every breath. Tries to stab me with a blade I gave her. Spits my name like a curse. It makes me hard. She thinks this is war. But I’m not her enemy. I’m her mate. I don’t need her love. Just her obedience. Her heat. Her breath on my name when she finally begs. And if the rest of her species wants her back? They’ll need a new god. She broke my bone knife trying to escape. So I made her a prettier one. Out of silver. And wore it to her claiming. Read on for brutal warlords, unwilling rescues, mating marks that burn, and a heroine who learns the hard way that the monster doesn’t lose interest—he just waits for her to break. HEA Guaranteed!