The Blood Moon only rises once a year… and tonight, it demands a sacrifice.
Anya’s only escape from a forced marriage is a forbidden ritual whispered about in the shadows of her village. Summon a Hellion under the Blood Moon, and if you are pure of body and heart, he must grant you a single wish. Fail, and he will claim you for Hell.
The creature who answers is no mindless beast but a dark, alpha predator. Fur‑covered, and bound to serve by ancient magic. His price for her freedom? One night. No limits.
Dark alpha monster, fated mates, dangerous bargains, and heat that burns long after the last page.
“Are you pure of heart as well, I wonder?” He circled the altar like a predator, each movement fluid and powerful. “Why have you summoned me, girl? What drives you to such desperate measures?”
My voice failed me at first, then returned as a whisper. “I seek escape.”
“From what?” His massive form loomed over me now.
“An arranged marriage. To a man who would... use me.”
The Hellion’s lips pulled back in what might have been a smile, revealing teeth designed for tearing flesh. “And so you summon a monster who might use you instead?”
“I…,” My voice faltered. “I was told you grant wishes to those worthy.”
He laughed, a sound like distant thunder. “For a price, little human. Always for a price.”