The game was simple: Hunt her...Fuck her...Kill her...Become KING.
Five worthy males.
All excellent in physical prowess, cleverness, dominance...and cruelty.
An Iron Kingdom needed to be run by an Iron hand. Only the most capable and vicious males could compete for title of King. None were innocent. Blood had already run deep, the body-count unspeakable, for them to have achieved their current status - a competitor in The Sovereign Games.
Each male would sign a contract, in blood, allowing themselves to be afflicted with the same mate bond - all five to a single female. This bond wasn't ordinary, it couldn't be ignored and wouldn't be denied. Once enacted, it drove a man hard, to insanity if needed, desperate to find and sink their teeth into their mate and claim what belonged to them.
With only a photo of their intended female and no other information to guide them to her location or identity, the race was on. They had to find her, convince her to willingly sleep with them - and then kill her. Only when she was dead, would the mate bonds break from the remaining males and the victor crowned KING.
Every game would be dangerous, but if the males assumed the last step would be the easiest, how hard could it be to kill a helpless female? They were wrong. Because as soon as he found, marked and bedded the female, the bond would blossom into an all-consuming love. To kill her then would be like killing a part of his soul. And every male believed he could succeed.
The trophy was too great, the reward too high. They would stop at nothing to win. But they hadn't met Wrenlyn yet. They assumed their bait knew the game, well, at least up until the dying part. But she didn't. Wrenlyn had no idea they were coming for her, what they wanted and what they were willing to do to get it.
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