The night I was thrown into the sea, I expected death—
not a kraken lord’s tentacles wrapping around me and claiming me as his mate.

On the night of the fifth Blood Moon, I expected to drown—
not to be claimed by Khoriath, an ancient kraken shifter with glowing eyes, endless tentacles, and a possessive vow that I’m his fated mate.
Now I’m trapped in his bioluminescent lair, torn between escape and surrender…
Outside, a vengeful sea god is stirring, threatening to destroy everything. Inside, the kraken lord’s touch is unraveling all my defenses. I came here to die…
Now I’m not sure I ever want to come up for air.