He betrayed and abandoned me. Now he buys me off an auction stage…

I spent years trying to forget what happened, trying to heal what he did to me.

But my peace is shattered when I’m captured and put on stage to be sold as a bride.

That’s when he buys me, using a blood bond that ties me to him forever…

He’s a lethal fighter, and he still haunts my memories.

I used to work with him, but I retreated to a desk job to avoid any future catastrophes.

Like being forced to allow him into my space, even though I don’t want to.

Like being blood-bonded to him, with absolutely no way out.

It’s humiliating to be an object, a piece of merchandise sold to the highest bidder. To him.

The air is thick with betrayal and shame, and his silent presence is overwhelming.

His touch is achingly familiar, and my body can only respond to what it knows.

His kiss is painfully brutal, pushing all my vulnerable buttons that he knows only too well.

Can I give myself to the mate who betrayed me?