Prey by Selena Winters

I escaped his collection. Now I’m hunting them all.

I learned the difference between a cage and freedom the hard way—locked in Nikolai Vex’s carefully curated prison, I was just another possession. Just another prize. But I got out. I learned to fight. I learned to survive in the underground circuits where blood and sweat wash away the memory of captivity.

I thought I was free.

Then he found me.

The Hunter never forgets what’s his, and Nikolai Vex has been searching for me in every shadow. But I’m not the terrified woman I was. I’ve spent months systematically dismantling the collectors—the predators who build their empires on stolen lives. I’ve become something far more dangerous than prey.

When he recaptures me, something fractures between us. Violent. Obsessive. Raw.

His mask becomes a barrier between what he wants to hide and what I’m determined to expose. Every brutal confrontation blurs the line between my escape and my surrender, between hunter and hunted. With each clash, each touch, each question about the face hidden beneath that bone-white mask, I realize the most dangerous cage isn’t made of steel.

It’s built from want. His. Mine. The space between us that grows smaller and more lethal with every breath.

In the dark, some hunts end in blood. Others end in something far more intoxicating.