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Two hours ago, my ship reached the docks at Dryac. An hour ago, a slaver tried to drag me into an alley. Fifty-nine minutes ago, a beast of a man knocked him out cold. Fifty-eight minutes ago, I told my rescuer to screw off, I could take care of myself. Fifty-five minutes ago, I felt a thick leather belt on my bare backside for the first time. Forty-five minutes ago, I started begging. Thirty minutes ago, he bent me over a crate and claimed me in the most shameful way possible. Twenty-nine minutes ago, I started screaming.

They captured her. They punished her. Now they will master her. First the Vakarrans took my home. Then they took my sister. Now, they have taken me. As a prisoner of four of their fiercest warriors, I know what fate awaits me. Humans who dare to fight back the way I did are not just punished, they are taught their place in ways so shameful I shudder to think about them.

This morning I was a businesswoman with no plans to marry, but that didn't matter to him. He decided tonight was my wedding night, so it was. All he let me choose was the dress he would tear off me later. When he threw me on the bed, I told him I'd never be his no matter how he made me scream. He just smiled. The kind of smile that said this was going to hurt and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. Then he bent down and whispered something in my ear that shook me to my core.

I thought no alpha could tame me. I was wrong. Many men have tried to master me, but never one like Aric. He is not just an alpha, he is a fearsome beast, and he means to take for himself what warriors and kings could not conquer. I thought I could fight him, but his mere presence forced overwhelming, unimaginable need upon me, and now it is too late. I'm about to go into heat, and what comes next will be truly shameful.

When the scheming of her father's political enemies makes it impossible to continue hiding the fact that she is an unauthorized third child, 20-year-old Isabella Bedard is sent to a detainment facility in deep space where she will be prepared for her new life as an alien's bride. Her situation is made far worse after some ill-advised mischief forces the strict warden to ensure that she is sold as quickly as possible, and before she knows it, Isabella is standing naked before two huge, roughly handsome alien men, helpless and utterly on display for their inspection.

When I snuck out of the house on my twenty-first birthday, I didn't expect to be struck by a bolt of lightning... or to wake up in a strange land and be saved from freezing to death by a dragon. Then the beast shifted before my eyes into a man more regal than any king and hotter than dragon fire. A man who didn't hesitate to bare and spank me for daring to resist his rescue. I knew in that moment not just that I would be his one day but that I was his already.

After she is rescued from a cruel tyrant and brought to the planet Terranovum, Olivia soon discovers that she is to be auctioned to the highest bidder. But before she can be sold, she must be trained, and the man who will train her is none other than the commander of the king's army.

Inside the walls, I was a respected scientist. Out here, I'm vulnerable, desperate, and soon to be at the mercy of the beasts and barbarians who rule these harsh lands. But that is not the worst of it. When the suppressants that keep my shameful secret wear off, overwhelming, unimaginable need will take hold of me completely. I'm about to go into heat, and I know what comes next.... But I'm not the only one with instincts far beyond my control. Savage men roam this wilderness, driven by their very nature to claim a female like me more fiercely than I can imagine.

I was for sale, but he didn't buy me. He just took me. Exiled from Earth by a tyrannical government, I was meant to be sold for use on a distant world. But Vane doesn't buy things. When he wants something, he takes it, and I was no different. This alien brute didn't just strip me, punish me, and claim me with his whole crew watching. He broke me, making me beg for mercy and then for far more shameful things. Perhaps he would've been gentle if I hadn't defied him in front of his men, but I doubt it. He's not the gentle type.

When I threw Irina Morozov over my shoulder and carried her off, it was to rescue her from a brutal bastard who didn't deserve her... but I could smell her arousal as she kicked and fought. She would have been wet and ready for me that night, but I didn't take her. I made her wait. I made her beg. When I pin her to the bed, rip her panties off, and claim her virgin body the way it was always meant to be claimed, she won't just be screaming my name with every desperate climax.

The man whispering those words in my ear isn't just a powerful mob boss, he's the brute who stripped me bare, whipped me with his belt, and claimed my virgin body roughly and shamefully in front of his men as I screamed and begged and came for him until I collapsed in his arms. I should hate it when he calls me that, but all I do is blush as I wait for him to make me his all over again.

As Cami Davis stands in front of me in her nightgown, cheeks blushing and voice quavering, I know what she's come to ask me even before she can muster the courage to speak the words.

Many a blushing lass has screamed my name in bed over the long years I've walked this land, watching over humanity even after they turned their backs on me. But I've never claimed a mate. Until Layna. When I first set eyes on this beautiful creature, she was fighting for her life against more men than I could count. At that very moment I vowed to protect her... and to make her mine.

He warned me what would happen if he lost control. I didn't listen. He told me to stay away from him, that if I got too close he would not be able to stop himself. He would pin me down and take me so fiercely my throat would be sore from screaming before he finished wringing one savage, desperate climax after another from my helpless, quivering body. Part of me was terrified, but another part needed to know if he would truly throw me to the ground, mount me, and rut me like a wild animal, longer and harder than any human ever could.

When she blew off my offer to help rescue her sister, Natalia Kotova learned the hard way that defying an alpha shifter will get you spanked until you are sobbing, then mounted and rutted. But she's not bound to my bed with her dress and panties in shreds and every hole sore just because she needed a shameful lesson in manners from the most powerful mob boss in the city. She's here because she's my mate.

Dean Waterhouse was supposed to be a job. Get in. Get married. Take his money and get out. But he came after me. Now, I'm bound to his bed, about to learn what happens to naughty girls who play games. The man who put his ring on my finger was gentle. The man who tracked me down is not.

Naked, bound, and helplessly on display, my arousal drips down my bare thighs and pools at my feet as the entire city watches, waiting for the inevitable. I'm going into heat, and they know it. Someone took what I felt was mine and I tried to get revenge, but I was caught, and now I'm about to be punished so shamefully I'm not sure I'll ever be able to look anyone in the eye again.

I knew Elijah Baumann was a brute before he ripped off my clothes and blistered my bare backside with his belt. I knew it even before he mounted and rutted me with that same belt pulled tight around my throat to hold me helplessly in place for every desperate, shattering climax. It was the way he looked at me. Not like he hoped he might have me one day. Like I already belonged to him. Like I was his mate.

I came here as a spy. I ended up as the king's property. I was captured and locked in a dungeon, but it was only when I saw Magnar that I felt real fear. He is a warrior and a king, but that is not why my virgin body quivers as I stand bare before him. He is not merely an alpha. He is my alpha. The one who will punish and master me. The one who will claim and ravage me. The one who will break me, but only after he's made me beg for it.

I traveled to this city to disrupt the plans of the Brotherhood's enemies, not tame a defiant omega, but the moment Revna challenged me, I knew punishing her would not be enough. Despite her blushing protests, I'm going to bare her beautiful body and mark her quivering bottom with my belt, but she won't be truly put in her place until I put her flat on her back. I'm her alpha and I will use her as I please.