Bratva Bride

I stole from the wrong man.
Now I’m trapped in a dragon’s lair… and I don’t want to leave.

The chase through Hammerdeep’s tunnels was supposed to end with me escaping, not tumbling into the sanctum of the city’s most dangerous resident. Garruk the Heartbroken. The Dragon Lord who hasn’t been seen for centuries.
Seven feet of granite-carved muscle with eyes like molten copper. And when he touches me, mica marks bloom across my skin like I’ve been claimed.
He tells me I’m his mate. That the bond chose me. That I can stay human and mortal, or…
Or I can let him transform me. Make me his eternal Little. Give me a nursery that’s been waiting three hundred years for someone to love.
Maybe I don’t want to escape.
Maybe I want to be kept.