Worthless. Defective. Barren. I was dead inside, living an empty life. Until a hellhound found me.
My people say a woman’s worth is in her womb. They spit on me, throw rocks, burn everything I hold dear. “Cursed,” they call me. Then he saves me. Theron. A monstrous Cerberus from the Blighted Lands.
Death follows in his footsteps, but he looks at me and doesn’t see something broken. “Mate,” he decides.
This massive beast could crush a man’s skull with his bare hands, but his claws touch me with infinite gentleness. His hellfire doesn’t burn me. Under his protection, I’m not defective. I’m treasured.
Worshipped. His. There’s only one way for us to be together. The death-touched bride market. I must step on the auction block in the city of the dead and choose him. There’s just one problem.
Monsters who bow to death don’t take credits as currency. The price for my new life might be higher than I ever imagined.
