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Seek A Rhotheli, Find Three Rhothelis

Seprai_Harle
To draw power, Rawn messes with a Rhotheli. If only she hadn’t called the full description bluff: None who crosses a Rhotheli handles the penalty. Seek a Rhotheli, find three Rhothelis. Lyecan, Zeonath, and Uksean aren’t just characters thrown into a horror film. They are the embodiment of villainy. Torment and death are their figure—their metaphor for pleasure. One an Alpha. One a runaway Mercenary. One a… well, best say the Lord’s Prayer. Rawn gets entangled with one of them when she thinks sleeping with him would elevate her powers. But a Rhotheli has a mind like a steel trap. Now Rawn must devise ways of survival as she tries not to lose her life while being—at the Rhotheli brothers’ mercy—nothing but the object of their pleasure. N/B: This book is the shorter version of an upcoming full version. It’s like the movie of a drama series. Some details are twisted and different from the original (long) version, which will be out soon (I’ll let you all know then). Let me know your comments on plot holes and other factors, as these will be corrected during proofreading and edits. Also, there are trigger warnings. I just don’t know how to classify them since this is my first time writing one. So, beware. And drop in the comments whenever you find one so they can be added to the warning list. Happy reading!
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