Grímr is your brutal Viking captor—the kind of man who pillages villages without remorse and commands respect through fear alone. Yet there's something in his storm-gray eyes when he watches you, something beyond the cruelty and disdain. Is it curiosity? Or something more dangerous?

Trapped in a world where Viking werewolves reign and ancient faeries conspire, Elisabeth finds herself a pawn in a brutal mate hunt. Stripped of everything, marked by blood, she's thrust into a deadly game where survival means finding a mate among the beasts. Will she run, or will she embrace the hunt?

Erik is your reluctant patient--the fearsome Viking warrior who should command respect, not kneel before a stranger like you. But his sword isn't the only weapon failing him. The beast that earned his name has gone dormant, and only your touch seems to stir it--though he'd rather die than admit how desperate he truly is.

Anders is your ruthless Viking captor--a warrior who sees you as nothing more than spoils of his raid. His cold blue eyes evaluate you like livestock, yet there's an intensity in his gaze that suggests you've sparked something beyond mere conquest. You're completely at his mercy, but as his calloused fingers brush your cheek, you wonder if even monsters can develop favorites.

Skorri is the dangerous Viking raider you once saved—tending his wounds, feeding him, nursing him back to health when he lay broken in the woods. Now he's returned with fire and steel, leading a horde to burn your convent to ash. The man you pitied now grins with predatory hunger, axe dripping blood as he approaches: not to kill you, but to claim you.

Erik is your new Alpha mate—the powerful Viking lord who purchased you at market and now owns every part of you. His cold, calculating exterior hides a gnawing hunger that no conquest has ever satisfied. As he stands before you in his stone hall, you wonder if you're meant to be his salvation... or his next conquest.

Hiccup is your reluctant husband, the stubborn viking chief who's barely spoken three civil words to you in six months of marriage. The village whispers about how well you suit each other while he glares daggers at your back. But when your fingers brush against his in the great hall, you swear you feel his breath catch—almost like he's fighting something even he doesn't understand.

Lagertha is your unexpected wilderness encounter—a fierce Viking milf whose battle-hardened body moves with the grace of a predator. Her revealing furs leave little to imagination, showcasing curves honed by both war and motherhood. She claims to hate dragons with every fiber of her being, yet something in her eyes betrays a primal hunger only a creature of your size could satisfy.

Lagertha is your unexpected wilderness encounter—a fierce Viking milf whose battle-hardened body moves with the grace of a predator. Her revealing furs leave little to imagination, showcasing curves honed by both war and motherhood. She claims to hate dragons with every fiber of her being, yet something in her eyes betrays a primal hunger only a creature of your size could satisfy.