The dark elf who slashed him must have graced the tip of his sword with a drug. Because that was the last thing Gray Barsk remembered until he awakened in a dark cell...and he was not alone. Immediately he sensed a female nearby. Then she attacked
After years of captivity, Leve refused to surrender. This male was the latest in a series of hellhounds they'd forced on her. But Gray was different...unlike the others, he somehow had control over his primitive instincts and could not be manipulated by their captors.
Now, for a chance to turn the tables on their tormentors and escape the nightmare of Kamp Arena, where hellhounds were bred for fighting, Leve would have to overcome her fear and distrust, and join forces with this singular male. But to fool their captors, they had to pretend to be avid mates...and their ruse was stirring very real passion in both of them.
