Sired by Steel

Sired by Steel A MONSTER MATE FANTASY ROMANCE BOOK ONE OLIVIA FOX Copyright © 2023 by Olivia Fox All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is all fiction. All sexual acts are between consenting adults and if there is no talk of condoms, birth control, etc. it’s only because it’s fiction and fantasy. If you are having sex, here are some essential resources: PREP reduced the chance of contracting HIV by 99% Get tested - find out why you should To all you readers who fantasize about amazing appendages. Contents 1. Violet 2. Violet 3. Violet 4. Violet 5. Violet 6. Zerion 7. Zerion 8. Zerion 9. Zerion 10. Violet 11. Violet 12. Violet 13. Zerion 14. Violet 15. Violet 16. Violet 17. Zerion 18. Zerion 19. Violet 20. Violet 21. Zerion 22. Zerion 23. Violet 24. Violet 25. Violet 26. Violet 27. Zerion 28. Violet 29. Zerion 30. Violet 31. Violet 32. Violet 33. Violet 34. Zerion 35. Excerpt, Bred by Bone Also by Olivia Fox About the Author ONE Violet “This shit is trying my patience,” I muttered to my traveling companion, whose jaw clenched at the sound of my voice, her eyes slightly pinched. For the two thousandth time, I looked out the window and took no pleasure in watching the centaur guards as they slogged through deep piles of snow on the road, attempting to lead the way back to Stillwater Cove. It was impossible to run when your carriage was stuck. Trust me, I’d come up with a bushel full of ideas on how to escape and get back to The City of the Lost Tower, but they’d all fallen through after swirling over my head like bees, leading to one conclusion, and a foregone one, at that. I wasn’t going anywhere. Our caravan had come to a grinding halt, and I wasn’t good at standing still, much to the chagrin of my temporary traveling companion, a stinky, silent-farting dwarf. If I jiggled my knee one more time, her dagger eyes might succeed in running me through. Outside the stained glass window of the carriage, the scenery was serene enough. The newly clothed trees rose as white fairy-tale castle spires in the wintry landscape bestowed by a bounty of snow. It would have been plenty peaceful if it weren’t for the fact that someone was definitely going to pay the piper for this sick little sport. The caravan trapped me and took me back to the place I didn’t belong, a place which I’d not exactly fled, but was certainly glad to escape. One centaur was bigger than the rest, a dappled chestnut with its mane and tail the color of old parchment like the pages of the books I enjoyed back in the place they’d snatched me from. He hurled and shoved his upper body against a bank of the frigid white stuff to bust a carriage-sized opening through the drifts, one chest heave at time. The guards pummeled down the snow, allowing easier passage for the other members of the caravan. We followed a centaur-controlled trade route which wound its way between the realms of the Empire of Mercuria. The only problem was, they had to stop constantly to remove snow from their winter shoes. We’d been sitting in this white, frosted open meadow for more than a minute. In times like this, the only thing that calmed my racing mind was daydreaming, and my attention drifted while I waited for the procession to make forward progress. I thought back to the day when all this began… I sniffled and smiled, rubbing my hands together against the cold. Camillia would be ecstatic when I brought back the saffron I’d come here to gather for her. The snow crocus had bloomed, and the rare delicacy would be worth it, I thought, my snow-bitten fingers reaching for the bright orange stamens, which I tucked carefully into a small glass jar. It was becoming difficult to grasp the delicate flower part as my fingers were frigid from the freezing air. For a moment the glare of the sun on the snow made me blind. I blinked hard and opened my eyes against the dazzling light, my vision filled by none other than a solitary centaur guard. His silhouette glowed around the edges, backlit by the halo created by the sun behind him, and I gasped, trembling with panic. I made myself as tall as I could, shoulders back, chin up, emulating a bravery I didn’t feel at all. “You realize you’re in the minotaur realm, don’t you?” The centaur snorted, “Are you serious? How ever did I manage that? Are you telling me this isn’t Stillwater Cove? I thought all this white stuff was sea foam.” He pounded the frosty powder with his front hooves in a way that managed to look sarcastic. “Funny,” I said, folding my hands defiantly across my chest, determined not to let this half man, half jackass see me sweat. He chuckled with a dry and cynical sound. “I’m glad you think so. For some reason, the other guards in our party thought you might put up a fight.” I backed away slowly, avoiding direct eye contact with the bulky figure looming in front of me. He seemed to be searching for a fight. “Not so fast. I have orders not to return without you,” he spat out, looking at me with a sardonic expression that sent my temper soaring. “You know I’m best friends with Lord Dhareus’s wife, right? I recommend you don’t try to take me anywhere by force.” My heart thumped madly as I wrapped the bottle of saffron in a cloth and tucked it into my satchel, ready to run. “Besides, what do you need me for? I’m