The Hunted Mate series
Hunted Mate
Monster reverse harem
“Five monsters. One willing prize. Zero mercy — and it was livestreamed.”
A true-crime livestreamer is claimed on-camera as the prize in a supernatural hunt — and decides she likes it. Explicit 18+ monster reverse harem.
FreePrelude
A Hunted Mate: Prequel Novella
“Five monsters. One willing prize. It was livestreamed.”
Read it freeThey came for a prize. I was live on camera when they took me.
I’m Sloane Wilder. I built an empire filming the places that eat people, and I never once flinched. So when the lights died in that warehouse and five monsters stepped out of the dark to claim me? I ran. For about three steps.
An incubus with a silver tongue. A berserker who won’t stop until I’m swollen with him. A shadow that fills every space I’ve got. A gargoyle built to breed. A vampire who bonds me in blood. Forty-seven million people watched them ruin me — and watched me beg for more.
They think I’m missing. They think I’m dead. They think I’m a victim.
Cute. I’m home. I’m bonded. And the Culling has only got thirty days left.
Turn the page if you dare.
Book One
Hunted on Livestream
“One girl. Five monsters. Zero trigger warnings.”
Find it on AmazonThey think I’m a victim. They think I’m dead. They’re wrong. I’m home.
My name is Sloane Wilder, and I built an empire on other people’s nightmares. One million subscribers. Zero trigger warnings. I went live in the warehouse where five women were skinned alive, dared the dark to answer — and it did. Five monsters. One prize. Thirty days of the hunt they call The Culling. And your favorite true-crime queen just got claimed on camera in front of fifty million people.
An incubus who feeds on my screams. A berserker built to breed. A shadow that wears my skin. A gargoyle carved from sin. A vampire who swears I’m his first. I should be running. Instead I’m learning to rip out hearts with my bare hands and smile while I do it.
They wanted a prize. They got a queen. Welcome to The Culling. Turn the page if you dare.
Interlude
Feral Threshold
“Run, little rabbit — your Queen was made to be hunted.”
Find it on AmazonI used to whisper about monsters into a microphone. Now I sleep with five of them.
I was Sloane Wilder — true-crime podcaster, professional skeptic, safe behind my mic. Then Lir’s fangs opened my throat at the altar and I rose as something the old world has no word for: Maker-Queen. Ascended. Void-bound. Claimed.
My vampire made me. My incubus wants me. My shadow-demon guards me. My necromancer would raise armies for me. And tonight, my berserker’s first rut has him tearing the safehouse apart to breed his Queen — feral, glowing-eyed, and utterly out of control.
He says run, little rabbit. So I run.
But the High Council’s executioners are already dropping through the roof, and a hunted girl only has 12% odds. Good thing I stopped being a girl the day I died.
Book Two
The Wolf's Claim
“They crowned her in blood. The rut was only the beginning.”
Find it on AmazonThey put a crown of blood on my head while the whole world watched me die. I woke up a queen — and the prey.
I used to hunt monsters with a microphone. Now five of them share my bed, and the first full moon since my ascension has turned my berserker into something that can’t tell worship from war. When the Council’s hunters scale the glass and I’m locked helpless beneath him, running isn’t a choice. It’s the only language his blood understands.
So we run. Warehouse to bunker, shadow to shadow, one step ahead of the silver and the sunfire. And every night the bond burns hotter — his strength, the vampire’s speed, the incubus’s hunger, all of it screaming through my veins. When the void itself pours into me to keep me alive, I stop being the thing they hunt.
I become the thing they should have feared all along.
Every title is explicit fiction for readers 18+. Read the content warnings →