Three brutal beasts saved me, but now they demand everything.

I fled my past, only to fall into the hands of three towering minotaurs—Thalos, the cold, calculating leader; Irix, the wild, untamed fire; and Kael, the gentle healer with hands that explore more than they mend.

They claim me as theirs, their heated gazes leaving me bare.

Their rules are simple: obey, submit, survive.

But every command comes with a touch that leaves me trembling, every test blurs the line between punishment and rapture.

They say I’m theirs to protect—but it feels more like I’m theirs to own.

And with every whispered promise and possessive touch

I’m starting to wonder if I want to be.