Prey by L.V. Lane — book slip

I am prey. This is not pity talking, this is an acknowledgment of a fact. I am small and weak; I am an Omega. I am a prize that men war over. For a year, I have hidden in the distant corner of the Empire.

But I am running out of food, and I am running out of options. That I must leave soon is not a decision for today, though, but a decision for tomorrow. Only tomorrow's choices never come. For tonight brings strangers who remind me that I am prey.

⚠️ Content note: includes smoking hot sexual situations, spankings, and domestic discipline.