Bred By the BRATVA Wolf

He found me in the dark. Now he won’t let me go.

Laney

I didn’t come to Las Vegas for trouble, I came to find my sister. She vanished a week ago after taking a job at the Korolyov casino, and the police won’t even open a file. So I start searching on my own, asking questions in all the wrong places… until I end up in an alley behind the Strip with a gun to my head.

Then he appears.

Yakov Korolyov. They call him the Wolf, the Bratva’s most feared enforcer, the man who leaves no bodies to find. He kills my attackers before I can blink, then looks at me like I’ve just become his next obsession.

He says he’ll help me find my sister. He says no one will touch me while he’s alive. He doesn’t say I’ll be sleeping in his bed, wearing his mark, and carrying his child…

Because the Wolf doesn’t rescue prey. He claims it. Marks it. Breeds it.