Claimed for their Pleasure by L.V. Lane

Prey: A Fantasy Reverse Harem

I am prey.

This is not pity talking, this is an acknowledgment of a fact.

I am small and weak; I am an Omega. I am a prize that men war over.

For a year I have hidden in the distant corner of the Empire.

But I am running out of food, and I am running out of options.

That I must leave soon is not a decision for today, though, but a decision for tomorrow.

Only tomorrow’s choices never come.

For tonight brings strangers who remind me that I am prey.