She went into the swamp to escape the heat. She didn't know it would claim her.

The Hollow is cursed. Locals say it swallows memories, animals, people-and never gives them back. But when her first heat strikes, it isn't fear that drives her into the mire. It's need. Desperation. Hunger.

Something ancient lives in the swamp. It watches. Waits. And when it finds her, slick and writhing in the moss, it doesn't ask-it takes.

She should run. She should scream. But the more he knots her, the more her body begs for it. And this monster doesn't stop at once. He doesn't stop at all.

Filthy, dark, and soaked in obsession, Bred in the Mire is monster heat at its most feral.

Knotting. Breeding. Nonhuman anatomy. No fade-to-black. No shame. Just slick skin, stretched bellies, and a curse that won't let her go.

18+ readers only. Contains monster breeding, breeding kink, and heavy heat-driven content.