Page 36 of Hunted By Zkari

“Mine,” he murmurs as his knot swells.

“Yours,” I confirm. “Always yours.”

The portal is forgotten. Earth is forgotten. There's only this - being bred daily by the mate I chose, growing his offspring, building our life in this savage world. My body transformed not just by tonic but by twenty-three days of constant mating, of being claimed and filled and bred repeatedly until every cell knows who it belongs to.

“No regrets?” he asks as his seed floods me one last time.

“None,” I answer honestly. “Would choose this again.”

His purr vibrates through both of us, pleased and possessive. We fall asleep still knotted, bodies locked together as they are every night. As they will be tomorrow and every day after. The empty ache that brought me to him replaced by constant fullness, constant satisfaction, constant need for more.

The hunter caught his prey.

The prey caught her hunter.

And thirty days later, neither wants to let go.

Don’t missthe next Alien Mate Hunt!

Run.Rage. Surrender—because in the Mate Hunt, the serpent always coils tightest.

Framed for terrorism, they gave me two choices: execution, or thirty days as alien prey.

I chose the Hunt.

Now I’m drugged, dropped on a swamp world, and forced to run from a serpentine predator who wants to make me his.

Vhaz is thirty feet of scaled muscle—venomous fangs, coiled strength, golden eyes that never lose me. He tastes my fury in the air. Tracks my rage through his toxic paradise. Finds me fascinating when I tell him exactly where he can shove his help.

But every trap snaps tighter.

Every bite leaves me weaker.

Every time his coils close, my body betrays me more.

I swore I’d never surrender.

So why does being caught by this serpent feel like exactly where I belong?

A scorching sci-fi romance featuring venom kisses, primal coils, and a heroine whose sharp tongue can’t hide the moment her body chooses her mate.