Sonya. Run at Any Cost

I always knew that gods—or someone stronger than ordinary people—exist. But even in a nightmare, I couldn’t imagine that these very gods would decide to drag me into their wild world. Not just drag—make me participate in some barbaric selection devised by a certain mage. The truth is, they weren’t selecting brides. And not even mistresses, like in “normal” romance novels. They were selecting surrogate mothers.

No, thank you! This definitely isn’t for me. I need to run. Run at any cost. And then I’ll figure out how to live. Step by step.