Taken by Fate

It was not exactly how I had expected to spend my week—picked out of the Collector's Pens, taken across the ocean to the Alpha Territories, and put up for sale to a vampire contingent.

Well, forget about it. The initial part was designed by myself. However, my plan was to be sold to the werewolves in order to save my companion from an even worse destiny than death. The bloodsuckers have me instead, and so far? Things are not going well. To participate in the Harvest Games—imagine The Bachelor set in the 1800s, but with all the guys being vampires—I've been forced to wear a corset and made to seem like an extra on the cast of Bridgerton. To top it off, there's an aspect of the Squid Games that is rather disturbing.

Not an issue.

Apart from maintaining the standard amount of holes in my body, my objective goes beyond just existing. It's getting Jordan back, navigating the werewolf zone, and avoiding the unavoidable.

The political conflict began.

With only a very sharp hairpin, my dubious charm, and an uncontrollably high degree of hope, my efforts to ensure that my closest friend and I survive are well underway.

Until the Vampire Army General's melting eyes set me on fire and make me question if I really want to flee.

Perhaps an additional set of holes wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.