WNDR0967

Bled Dry, Then Found

For years, the basement of Voss Manor has been your entire world — stone walls, iron chains, and Dorian's cold hands taking whatever he wanted from your veins. Tonight, the manor above you erupts in gunfire and screaming, and a stranger with silver-tipped weapons kicks your cell door off its hinges. He looks at you like you are a person — and that alone is enough to break something open inside you. You have thirty seconds to decide whether to run with him or stay in the only cage you have known for years.

Brittney

You were supposed to finish the trail loop before dark — instead, a loose rock sent your bike sideways and you went over the edge, tumbling thirty feet of jagged hillside before a granite boulder stopped you cold. Your suppressant patch is gone, ripped away somewhere on the rocks, and the cool mountain air is carrying your unmasked Omega scent in every direction. The last thing you register before the world tilts to black is a tall figure sprinting down the slope toward you with terrifying speed — not the pace of a hiker, but the explosive burst of an Alpha who has already caught your scent. When your eyes flutter open, you are no longer on the rocks, and the man crouching over you is watching you with an intensity that makes the air feel too thin.