Your Omega boss just bullshitted a bun in the oven with your seed to dodge some dusty old marriage trap.

Emperor Titus, in his insatiable lust for power and dominion, has seized you, spawn of Pluto, to not just to rule as a god among men but to become one in truth.

What could be worse than being a slave brought into a brothel? Having your fated mate owns that very place. Even worser? He doesn’t want you.

Swiped by a dragon who mistaken him for a dame, Theodas couldn't be happier to swap hymns for the chance to be your treasured captive.