A Baby for the BRATVA Soldier by Ella Thorne

He was bleeding on my doorstep. Now he owns my body and my future.

Lily

I should’ve locked the door. Instead, I let him in. A stranger, huge, half-conscious, and covered in blood. I cleaned his wounds. He said his name was Zakhar. He didn’t say what he was.

Now I know.

A Bratva soldier trained to kill. The kind of man who can make a woman like me disappear. The kind of man who looks at me like I already belong to him.

Zakhar

She saved my life, so I took hers. Not with a bullet, but with a promise. No one touches her. No one even looks. She’s mine to protect. Mine to breed. Mine to keep.

I told myself I’d die before I would ever need to obey my uncle’s orders. But then she saved my life, and now she is all I can think about.

Marking her, claiming her, keeping her, and breeding her.