Life on a space station is hard for a Terran, Nenita has adapted as well as she could. A raider strike on her station sends her and her crew to the battle stations as support and she ends up between a psycho and two of her best friends. Only two out of three survive the attack, something which burns in Nenita the whole time she is being tortured and altered to suit her captor’s ideals.
With her talent out of control and her refusals getting violent, she is sent into the wilderness to await a selection of raiders and prisoners who have fought for the dubious honour of three days in her bed. Up a tree, she meets her matches, but unless something drastic happens she isn’t going to come down to face the two men who defend her. Will the Oefric win her heart, or just a night in her bed?
“Have you changed your mind today?” He crossed his arms and she swore she could see the muscles bunching under his skin.
When she arrived, they had done two things, enhanced her talent with a viral infection that surged out of control when she got emotional and implanted a collar into her neck that was wired into her spinal cord. Her chances to escape were slim to none with the locator woven into her collar.
“Go to hell, you murdering bastard. I am never going to agree to be your mate.”
He sighed and leaned against the doorframe. “Not mate, breeding partner. After I get a talented child from you, you will be passed to the next male of compatible genetics. I am not an ogre, it won’t be too bad, I promise.”
She shifted, the chains wrapped around her limbs clanking as she sat up. “Get bent. Go to hell. I hope your dick falls off and your skin erupts in boils.”
His jaw flexed with anger. “Enjoy your time in the wilderness. You will be the target of the next hunt.”
Her muscles clenched as the urge to claw his eyes out became overwhelming. Memories of the collar changed her mind. He was perfectly safe taunting her. If she attacked him, she would be brought down by a searing pain that would continue until she released him.
He waved in two of the guards who were stationed outside her cell and they approached with caution.
She stood, the chains falling to the floor in a heap. They didn’t ask how she managed to unlock her shackles, it was her only hobby locked in the cell with nothing else to do and a collar around her neck.