“Help,” I begged. “Need… help.”
Kazek frowned at me. “You’re going into estrus, Snow. I’m planning to help you.”
I shook my head, a whine catching in my throat. He didn’t understand. “No knot.” I couldn’t accept it. This had to be part of Vanessa’s plan, to make an Alpha think he could fuck me fully.
She’d planned to entice Enrique with this spell, to force him to knot me.
That was what she’d meant by having methods to induce the sensations. She’d cast some wicked enchantment that convinced Alphas I could handle them in a rut.
Tears collected in my eyes.
I’d escaped her clutches, only to fall into the hands of someone so much worse—an Alpha driven by need.
She’d won.
After all that… she’d still won.
I crumpled against him, sobbing beneath the crushing emotions of betrayal and defeat. And worse, arousal.
Because I wanted him.

 

USA Today Bestselling Author Lexi C. Foss loves to play in dark worlds, especially the ones that bite. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and their furry children. When not writing, she’s busy crossing items off her travel bucket list, or chasing eclipses around the globe. She’s quirky, consumes way too much coffee, and loves to swim.

 

Prologue –

Somewhere in Chicago…

The chains chafed my wrists, making me wish I were still in my cage. Though it lacked privacy, the cage at least had a bed, and in there I wasn’t restrained with my arms above my head. But I was in Domenico’s domain. The small bedroom-like area was created from a previous office. There was a lamp and a mattress with a blanket, but those were the only creature comforts. The rest of the room retained both the look and smell of the rest of the decaying structure.
With no way to tell time, I wasn’t sure how long I’d been there. All I knew was that I was tired. Being held against my will caused spikes in my adrenaline, and the subsequent crashes left me drained. The small panic attacks had lessened over the past few weeks, but there was an undercurrent of strife, and I feared what would happen if things got out of control.
I stared at the bed, wishing I were on it. All that did was cause the memories of him inside me to come slamming down. The absolute owning of my body by him and him alone. The way he made me come undone.
Feelings that I shouldn’t have with his touch, but I did.
Feelings I drowned in as he consumed me.
I am Domenico’s…for now.
And that was the thought that always sent questions spiraling out of control and a spike of fear to run through me.

I was a caged bird. A pet awaiting a sentence bound to be more grim than any fairy-tale horror.