I signed the breeding contract to secure my lineage, and Heath Madigan has made every term a test of my resolve since the day he arrived at the outpost. He dictates the terms and the seeding with a control that leaves no room for negotiation.
In the sealed archive vault the ledger stays open between us, and every clause he reads aloud is one more thing I agree to. I tell myself the contract is only business, yet the hunger for his dominance grows with each command he gives.
Now the rival waits beyond the sealed door and Heath will not wait at all. I cannot decide if obeying will save my world or ruin the self I fought to protect.
