Escaping His Lethal Obsession

Summary

I have always been painfully, paralyzingly introverted.

I’m a grown woman, and the mere thought of dating makes my throat close up. So, whenever the fever of my heat cycle spikes, I survive by burying my face in Rhys’s clothes, breathing in the sharp, freezing scent of his sea-salt pheromones.

But then, the glowing strings of text—the Feed—started appearing in my vision.

[Ugh, the male lead is so pitiful. He’s only satisfying his vicious stepsister’s heat to repay a debt to his stepmother.]