My father sold me like a prize mare to save a dying dynasty. He hired Buck Jefferson to do one thing: provide a genetically superior heir. They call Buck a Primal Stud, a systematic breeder with total jurisdiction over my biology.  The moment his alpha pheromones hit the air, my instincts betrayed me. My skin burns under his gaze. My body prepares for him before he even touches me. This was supposed to be a cold business transaction, but Buck demands more than a signature. He wants my total surrender. He is not just breeding an heir for the Cavendish line. He is claiming a mate for himself.