She warned her captain not to leave the sol system.
He ignored her. Now the ship is dead, her crew is scattered, and Elsa has crash-landed on a frozen alien world ruled by massive, wolf-like predators who’ve never seen a human before.
The Alpha King claims her the moment he sees her. Sylas is seven feet of fur, fangs, and barely restrained violence — and he’s decided she’s his. His mate. His property.
He puts a silver collar around her throat, locks her in his chambers, and dares her to fight him on it. So she does. Elsa is a navigator. She maps escape routes the way she breathes.
Star charts, terrain, wind patterns — anything that gets her one step closer to freedom. But Sylas isn’t just a monster king with claws that could gut her in a single swipe. He’s patient. Possessive.
And the bond forming between them — a psychic thread neither of them asked for — is making it harder to tell where his obsession ends and hers begins. His court wants her dead.
His enemies are circling. And when the Blood Moon rises, an ancient ritual will force her to run — and him to hunt.
