Run. Hide. Fight.

It's Monsters Night, the annual event where the portals to other realms and realities open, and monsters flood the streets to search for their potential mates.

And I'm one of the candidates.

Why?

Because I broke all the rules. I fought back against the elitist system hellbent on enslaving humankind. And f-ck if I'm going to let one of these monsters claim me. Let alone three of them

Orcus.

Reaper.

Flame.

They saved me from a compromising situation. But that doesn't mean I like them. I don't care how gorgeous they are or how well-endowed they seem to be—I kneel for no one. And I have no interest in becoming their lethal little pet.

“Try to tame me,” I dare them.

“We have no interest in taming you, sweet pet,” they say. “We want to make you ours.”

“Ours to worship.”

“Ours to love.”

“Ours to keep.”