Samuel must collar his wife and milk her for the club if he wants to hold their territory. Kira offers herself willingly, craving the collar that will mark her as his before every brother, even as she fears this ritual will turn her into nothing more than shared property.

He knows the birthmark above her breast better than anyone, and the collar is his to fasten. She waits steady under his command, her submission the only thing anchoring his desperate need to believe she will choose him when the fight ends.

The club is watching, and the others want what he refuses to share.