I got caught.
Kyle gave me two choices: “Prison or serve me.” I chose the latter. Serving an enemy was pure torture—especially when he’s hot, brutal, and my fated mate.
We both tried to resist it, until one reckless night shattered every wall. But the next morning, his rejection was swift, and I ran.
I don’t need you any longer. His words still echo.
Fine. So why is my once-ruthless master now at my doorstep, kneeling for forgiveness?
No time for regret. Our baby needs daddys blood.
