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 doesn't 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 dark elves come. Let the gods watch. She’s mine. And I'll never let go. Read on A dark and possessive monster romance where a cold-blooded naga warlord claims the fragile human he was never meant to keep. Brutal devotion, twisted magic, and a captive who stops running. Obsession coils tight—HEA guaranteed.