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He came to conquer. She swore to resist. But in the war of dominance and desire, only one will kneel. Elara I will never bow. Not to the monsters who burned my village. Not to the warlord who ripped me from my home. I am not his to command, to use, to break. No matter how my body betrays me. No matter how his golden eyes watch me like a beast ready to devour. He can drag me to his camp. He can chain me. But he will never own me. Varkash She fights me. Claws at me. Spits in my face. But I see it—the way her breath hitches when I get too close, the shudder she tries to hide when I touch her...

She patched his wounds. Now she wears his claim. Elara is a medic in a brutal underground arena where fighters are bled for sport and discarded when they fall. She’s trained to keep her head down, her hands steady and her heart locked away. Gralthor Vek is the orc champion no one survives. Scarred, silent and terrifying, he doesn't speak. Until he demands her by name. What begins as battlefield triage turns into something darker. He watches her. Corners her. Claims her. And when she kneels to escape the surgeon’s knives, he rewards her obedience with something far more dangerous than ...

I was sold to a warlord. But I won’t break. And I won’t kneel. Zara My father sold me like cattle. His price? Safe passage and a temporary alliance with Ragnar the Sandreaver—a warlord as brutal as he is merciless. They expect me to bow, to accept my fate. But they don’t know me. I don’t kneel. I don’t submit. And I sure as hell won’t belong to him. But Ragnar doesn’t take disobedience lightly. He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t beg. He takes. And every time I defy him, he seems to enjoy it more. I should fear him. I should hate him. And yet, when he looks at me with those ...

He stole my freedom. I stole his heart. But in this game of power and obsession, only one of us can truly win… Adriana I was just another ghost in the cyber-world, a hacker-for-hire playing a dangerous game. Stealing from Rhydor Valtheris, the most feared crime lord in the galaxy, should have been my biggest payday—until I got caught. Now, I’m shackled on his ship, at his mercy, and he doesn’t plan to let me go. He wants to break me, own me, make me submit. But I’m no man’s plaything. I’ll fight him, resist him, even if every dark promise in his amber eyes makes my body betray...

She survived shipwreck and pirates, but can she survive the monster who claims her? Selena I wake up drowning, saltwater choking me, my world crashing down in flames and waves. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end—captured by a savage orc pirate, Gothrak, whose tusks promise pain and dark pleasure. Every defiance I throw at him ignites his hunger. I despise him, yet my traitorous body aches for the brutal way he claims me. I must escape, but something deep and twisted inside me doesn’t want to leave him. Gothrak She fights like a beast, curses like a sailor, and fucks like a dream. ...

Alina I should be dead. The orcs came to wipe my village off the map, to burn, to slaughter, to leave no one breathing. I fought. I lost. And now I’m chained in the heart of their war camp, my fate hanging in the hands of their brutal, scarred war chief. Korgul doesn’t just want to keep me. He wants to claim me. He thinks I’ll kneel. He thinks he can break me. But I’ve fought monsters before, and I’ll fight this one too—even if my body betrays me, even if his touch burns hotter than my hate I won’t be his concubine. I won’t be his mate. I’d rather die. Korgul She’s small...

She was sold into captivity on a prison planet. He was the monster waiting in the dark—and her only protection from everything worse. Nia trusted the wrong people and paid the price—betrayed, drugged, and dropped into Vakaris, a brutal prison planet where “protective custody” means being handed over to something inhuman. Caged with a towering hybrid warden named Thane, she expects violence. What she doesn’t expect is the hunger in his eyes… or the way her body answers it. Every touch from him is a challenge, a warning, and a temptation. She tells herself she’ll escape, even as...

She came to steal fuel and spark revolution—she didn't plan to fall into the warlord’s cage… or his heat. Ione was a rebel with nothing left to lose—until the mission went sideways and she ended up shackled inside the fortress of Ashhaven, caged beside the throne of the enemy she’s spent her life fighting. Overlord Rahz is everything she despises: brutal, inhuman, and terrifyingly powerful. But when his amber eyes linger too long and his voice sinks into her skin like heat, hatred starts to twist into something far more dangerous. She's not supposed to want him. She's not supposed...

She broke into his warzone for medicine. Now she’s chained to his bed and leaking for the beast who claimed her. Aria I only wanted to save my sister. One vial of antivirals, one quick break-in, and I’d be gone. But I ran into him instead. Varnox Rhel. The Varnari war commander. Ruthless, massive, green-skinned, and terrifying. He caught me. Touched me. Took me. My body betrays me every time he’s near, aching for more. I hate him. I crave him. And I’m not sure how long I can keep saying no when my body already has. Varnox She snuck into my zone and stole from me. Under Varnari law, ...

He shattered her past. Now he’s her only future. Smuggler Lira Varn lives by one rule: trust no one. Especially not Vex Krelges, the ruthless Vorex mercenary who sold her out and left her for dead. For eighteen months, she has survived in the galaxy’s grimiest corners, but her latest job, a data drive worth a fortune, has put a Syndicate bounty on her head. Stranded and hunted on the lawless Maelstrom Station, Lira comes face to face with the ghost from her past. Vex is back, as handsome and dangerous as ever, and he wants the same prize she does. Forced into a volatile alliance, they ...

A warrior's heart, bound by betrayal, burns for vengeance. Liora Valerius, fierce daughter of the Valerian clan, lives for the blade, her life honed by relentless training to defend her people against the orc hordes. But when her own kin betray her, offering her as a sacrifice to the brutal Warlord Tharok Bloodfang, her world shatters. Bound and delivered to the heart of the enemy’s camp, Liora vows to carve out Tharok’s heart, even if it costs her life. Tharok, a towering orc of scars and savage grace, sees not a victim but a challenge in Liora’s fiery defiance. His amber eyes burn ...

She agreed to be trained. She didn’t expect to crave the collar. Kessa I was offered a place in the court, a future, a purpose. All I had to do was obey. But obeying Uthgar is its own kind of torment. He’s massive, scarred, utterly unreadable—and he makes every command sound like a promise. I thought I could play the game, give him what he wanted, and keep my walls intact. But now I’m kneeling. I’m begging. And I don’t know where the game ends and the wanting begins. Uthgar Kessa is wild. Proud. Unbroken. She is the most dangerous thing I’ve ever been told to train—and the ...

She went in with a mission—but he wants her on her knees, marked, and begging for more. Maren I was trained to seduce, infiltrate, and kill—not to feel. But walking into the Crimson Court as a courtesan, I didn’t expect General Urzak Ironmaw to be this brutal. This dominant. This obsessed. Every look, every command pushes me closer to the edge. I'm here to steal the Iron Heart and walk away. But the deeper I get, the more I forget who’s seducing who—and the more I wonder if I want to be caught. Urzak Maren says she’s here to serve, but her eyes tell a different story. She’s ...

She went looking for forbidden power. Now she’s leaking for the god she accidentally bound to her soul. Lina I’m the Voss heiress, primped and programmed for control. But all of that shattered the second I stepped into The Abyss. The moment I saw him. Varnok. Horned, towering, ancient and dark as sin. I didn’t mean to summon him. I just wanted to feel something real. But he saw me. Claimed me. Marked me with a sigil that burns through my chest and throbs between my legs. I hate how much I ache. How fast I leak. And how badly I want him to keep pushing. Varnok They thought they could ...

She was captured to be broken—but he claimed her to make her burn. Riven I was supposed to be another body in the arena, a human meant to bleed, to submit, to entertain. But I never broke—not for the Chainmaster, not for the crowds, and not for the massive orc forced to take me in front of them. Brakkar is brutal, scarred, and terrifying… but he didn’t hurt me. He protected me. Held me. Burned for me. I swore I’d use him to escape. I never expected to fall. Brakkar I’ve killed for survival. Fucked for show. Bled for the crowd. But the moment they threw Riven at my feet, ...

She came for his head. Now she’s chained at his feet. Zara is a bounty hunter, trained to survive, paid to kill, and sworn to take heads. Not fall at the feet of the monster she came to slay. But one misstep lands her in the dungeon of Torok, the merciless orc warlord of the Black Ash Clan. He doesn’t kill her. He chains her. What begins as a prisoner’s torment spirals into something darker. Shame bleeds into heat. Defiance is met with domination. And every moment under his gaze unravels her just a little more. Because Torok doesn’t want a head for a trophy. He wants a hunter on her...

She was supposed to be sold and broken. Instead, she’s collared by a warlord who wants her defiance—and refuses to let her go. Nivra I fought the empire. I bled for the rebellion. And now I’m standing on a platform in Steelhold, barely dressed, ropes biting my wrists while monsters bid for my body. I thought I was ready for anything. Until Brakus bought me for a million credits. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t threaten me. He just put a collar on my neck and said I was his. My body betrays me when he’s near. I ache. I burn. I hate him. I need him. And I don’t know how to survive...