I stole antibiotics for dying children. They gave me a choice: the stockade or the Tithe.
I chose the Tithe. Not because it was better. Because the kids still needed the rest of the course and corpses can't break locks.
The minotaur hasn't spoken to another person in two years. Twelve feet tall, horns cracked, hands that shake when I'm in the room. He eats standing at a table set for one. He made preserves and labeled the jars. He planted a garden with the rows spaced wide enough for his hooves.
He built me a cot with tools too big for the work. Sanded the chest smooth so there wouldn't be splinters. Left lavender on the pillow, tied with a knot that took him three tries.
Then he opened my door at midnight and put his hands on me and my body answered in a language I never agreed to learn.
He can taste everything I feel. Fear, fury, the wanting I won't say out loud. The tasting doesn't stop. He reads me in real time and I can't close the channel and the worst part is that I've stopped wanting to.
They sent me here as a punishment. He treats me like something worth preparing for.
We're both caged. Different cages. Same lock.
Omegaverse monster romance. Scorching heat. Guaranteed HEA.
Convicted omega heroine. Touch-starved minotaur hero. Breeding program. Rift-corruption worldbuilding. Flehmen response mating chemistry. Size difference. He prepares before he takes. Forced proximity. Captive to lover. Present tense.
Genre: Romance
I chose the Tithe. Not because it was better. Because the kids still needed the rest of the course and corpses can't break locks.
The minotaur hasn't spoken to another person in two years. Twelve feet tall, horns cracked, hands that shake when I'm in the room. He eats standing at a table set for one. He made preserves and labeled the jars. He planted a garden with the rows spaced wide enough for his hooves.
He built me a cot with tools too big for the work. Sanded the chest smooth so there wouldn't be splinters. Left lavender on the pillow, tied with a knot that took him three tries.
Then he opened my door at midnight and put his hands on me and my body answered in a language I never agreed to learn.
He can taste everything I feel. Fear, fury, the wanting I won't say out loud. The tasting doesn't stop. He reads me in real time and I can't close the channel and the worst part is that I've stopped wanting to.
They sent me here as a punishment. He treats me like something worth preparing for.
We're both caged. Different cages. Same lock.
Omegaverse monster romance. Scorching heat. Guaranteed HEA.
Convicted omega heroine. Touch-starved minotaur hero. Breeding program. Rift-corruption worldbuilding. Flehmen response mating chemistry. Size difference. He prepares before he takes. Forced proximity. Captive to lover. Present tense.
Genre: Romance