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The Sanctuary Series

Hi, my name is Nikita Slater and I'm the International Bestselling author of The Queens series, Fire & Vice series, The Sanctuary series, Driven Hearts series and several standalone novels. I've loved the written word my entire life and am an avid reader, as well as a writer. I live, eat and breathe books and I'm always working on something new! ​ I live on the beautiful Canadian prairies with my son and crazy awesome dog. I have an unholy affinity for books (especially dark romance), wine, pets and anything chocolate. Despite some of the darker themes in my books (which are pure fun and fantasy), I am a staunch feminist and advocate of equal rights for all races, genders and non-gender specific persons. When I'm not writing, dreaming about writing or talking about writing, I love to help others discover a love of reading and writing through literacy and social work. Only the strongest can survive in a hostile world ravaged by a disease that turns humans into primitives. She is the Desert Wren, a rebel bent on providing safe passage to illegal refugees entering into her Sanctuary city. If she’s caught she’ll be executed, but the price is worth the privilege of doing what she knows is right. Except when she’s finally caught, the sentence isn’t death, it’s her freedom. It’s the Warlord’s job to weed out the weak and sacrifice them for the good of the Sanctuary. Brutal and autocratic, he is the highest authority. The only threat to his dictatorship is a rebel faction rising up from the slums of his city. When he arrests a rebel leader, the Desert Wren, he sees his redemption. She will help him guide Sanctuary into the future. He just needs to convince his little captive that she’s better off with him than flying free. What is the price of Sanctuary in a dying world and is it worth the sacrifice?

2019-11-25 · Ficção Científica
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154 Chs

Chapter 125: Taran

I bite down on my lip so hard that a sudden burst of blood hits my tongue as I try to keep myself from crying out. I breathe heavily through the pain, trying to do as Bishop told me, taking air in through my nose and then steadily breathing out through my mouth. Concentrating on my breathing, on getting through each contraction is distracting me. It's hard to concentrate on the problem at hand; Stryker's intentions.

It's clear he plans on keeping me here until the baby is born. But then what next? Is it me he wants or the baby? Or both?

I'm laying on the bed he'd prepared for me, in the corner of the baby's room. I want nothing to do with this creepy, weird scenario but I'm about to give birth, I can't exactly be picky at the moment. There'll be time later to mourn the loss of my home birth plan, with my husband at my side and our doctor attending. For now, all I care about is that me and the baby survive whatever Stryker has planned.