Armen’s Prey

Running for my life through a dead shopping mall while three masked men hunt me like I’m something they’ve already won?
Yes. That would be me.
Bad knee screaming. Boots I traded my car for pounding against cracked tile. Heart beating so loud I’m sure they can hear it.
The Galleria is a corpse of flickering lights, dead escalators, corridors that twist into nowhere. Every shadow moves. Every sound echoes. I can’t tell if the footsteps behind me are real or my own panic bouncing off the walls.
The Hunt ends when there’s only one woman left standing. Outlast the others, and you’re granted one Favor, anything you want, no questions asked. Lose, and you belong to them. Permanently.
The other women are disappearing. One by one. Dragged into the dark. I don’t know what happens to them after. I don’t want to find out.
All I have to do is outlast them. Be the last one standing. Then I get what I came for—the Favor.
Simple. Except nothing about this is simple.
Because every time they corner me — voices low, masks gleaming, bodies blocking every exit — I freeze. Not from fear.
From something worse.
They’re turning this hunt into a kink I didn’t know I had. And I’m starting to wonder if I want to win — or if I want to be caught.
Armen’s Prey is Book 1 of The Rothwell Hunt trilogy — dark reverse harem romance with masked antiheroes, predator/prey dynamics, and a heroine who’s not sure she wants to escape.