She stalked the beast. Now the beast is stalking back.

Stephanie

I thought I was smart—slipping a tracker into his briefcase, following his midnight workouts, and watching him unravel from behind my screen. I thought I had the upper hand. But the second I caught him shirtless, sweat-slicked, in that stairwell, something inside me snapped. And when I found that warehouse? When I smelled whatever he’d rigged to hit me like a drug? I knew I was in over my head. I hunted a secret, but now the secret’s hunting me—and my body’s betraying me every damn step of the way.

Vexon

I’ve controlled every part of my life—buried the beast, carved out an empire, crushed my instincts beneath designer suits and quarterly reports. Then she showed up. Stephanie Massey, with her sharp tongue and sharper eyes. She’s been tracking me, digging where she shouldn’t. And worse—she triggered my rut. Now, every breath she takes stokes the fire. Every step she makes echoes in my bones. She thinks she’s in charge? Cute. Because once a rut starts, there’s only one thing that ends it. And it ends with her on her knees.

This Book Contains:

🎥 Surveillance Fetish 🧠 Obsessed CEO 🐂 Triggered Rut 🌫️ Scent-Based Heat 💻 Tracker Intrusion 🔥 Forced Knotting 💢 Control vs Collapse 👠 Office Power Clash 😳 Uncontrolled Claiming ✅ Primal HEA

This isn’t a love story. It’s a collision. It’s surveillance and scent markers. Control and consent on the razor’s edge. If you’re looking for soft, sweet, and safe—you’re in the wrong labyrinth.