He's cold and cruel. She's sweet and selfless. They're hardly a match made in heaven. After all, the devil doesn't belong with an angel. But fate seems to choose otherwise.

When the Eclipse Pack approaches him with an offer, Alpha Theo Stormblade doesn't ask why. He only asks one thing: "How much do they want?" Theo-once the Kingdom's most beloved, extroverted leader-has spent the last five years carved into stone. Cold. Detached. Unreachable. Since the death of his mate, the legendary Alpha has refused every attempt to push him toward a new bond. But when the elders insist he must produce an heir, Theo agrees to only one thing: A contract. A surrogate. Nothing more. Millie Rose has spent her entire life being overlooked. An orphan. A servant. A maid in one of the poorest packs in the Kingdom. Her parents were once powerful warriors, but Millie's future has been reduced to scrubbing floors, obeying orders, and surviving on scraps of respect. Until her pack sells her. When the Eclipse Pack hears the Stormblade Alpha is seeking a woman capable of bearing a strong heir, they offer Millie-quiet, obedient Millie-in exchange for desperately needed money. She meets every requirement on paper. Except one: She has no idea how dangerous Theo truly is. Brought to the Stormblade Kingdom under the terms of a cold-blooded agreement, Millie expects chains of duty. Theo expects silence and submission. But the moment their eyes meet, something ancient stirs-something neither of them agreed to, and something Theo refuses to acknowledge. He wants an heir. He does not want a heart. Millie wants freedom. She does not want to fall for the wolf who bought her. But fate has plans neither contract can contain. When secrets rise, desire ignites, and old wounds begin to bleed, one question remains: Will Millie become nothing more than the mother of his heir... or the Luna who heals a broken Alpha?

Dark Erotica • Fear Kink • Dubious Consent • Psychological Horror Elements They never planned any of this. Not the game. Not the chase. Not the house. Not the stranger. It starts as a normal date night. No talk of limits, no negotiation, no safe words exchanged. Then, out of nowhere, her Dom pulls the car over on a deserted road and tells her to get out. "Run, little mouse. Run." She thinks it's a game. A spicy surprise. A thrill meant to push her boundaries nothing more. But the deeper she runs into the dark forest, the faster fear begins to replace excitement. Something feels wrong. Something is watching. And when she stumbles upon an abandoned house creaking with age and storm winds... she has no choice but to hide inside. Her Dom finds her there dominant, teasing, in control just like always. He pushes her, plays with fear, uses her trembling as part of the scene. But something is off. He's different. Hungry in ways she's never seen before. Cruel in ways they never discussed. And then she realizes they are not alone in the house. What follows is a dark, erotic descent into fear and desire-where humiliation, mind-breaking need, and the presence of an unknown observer twist into something she can't run from... even though she should. This isn't fantasy. This isn't safe. This is what happens when fear becomes foreplay, boundaries are ignored, and trust is pushed past its limit. Run, little mouse. If you still can.