Monster Prison Brides Series by S. Alexander

I was thrown into a monster prison by mistake. Worse—into the same cell as the demon they kept petrified for centuries. One touch woke him. One breath and he called me “mine. ”. I should fear Malek’s claws, wings, and hellfire…. but he shields me, protects me, and looks at me like I’m his whole world. His mark is burning on my skin. His chains are breaking. And escaping this place might be the only thing more dangerous than falling for him.

I was supposed to expose the monsters… not fall for one. Oblivion Lock wasn’t on any map—until the Authority bagged me, dragged me underground, and threw me into a freezing cell with a seven-foot orc who could snap me in half. Garruk should terrify me. He does. But he also shields me, helps me, and watches me like I’m something worth protecting… something his. When the prison goes into chaos, we escape together—fighting guards, golems, and a Warden who wants us dead... moreI was supposed to expose the monsters… not fall for one. Oblivion Lock wasn’t on any map—until the Authority bagged me, dragged me underground, and threw me into a freezing cell with a seven-foot orc who could snap me in half. Garruk should terrify me. He does. But he also shields me, helps me, and watches me like I’m something worth protecting… something his. When the prison goes into chaos, we escape together—fighting guards, golems, and a Warden who wants us dead. And somewhere between dodging death and pressing up against him in narrow tunnels, I realize the. I’m not afraid of the monster in chains. I’m afraid of how safe I feel with him. He calls me “little thorn. ”. His mate. His prize. And I start wanting a future that shouldn’t exist for a human and an orc on the run. I came here searching for my best friend. Now I’m holding hands with the monster who would tear the world apart to keep me. Freedom is close. So is falling for him completely. less

They threw me into the dark with a monster. No light. No mercy. Just living shadows… and the thing that wants me. Ketharis is ancient, terrifying, and made of hunger and night. He was never meant to have a mate—until me. And the closer his shadows pull me in, the more my magic ignites. They think the darkness will break me. They think the monster will consume me. They’re wrong. Because the shadows don’t own me. I own them.