She was never meant to survive.Soraya Calderón was payment-handed over like a bag of blood money to four brutal men with tattoos and murder in their eyes. Muzzled. Bound. Forgotten. But she didn't break.She adapted.Inside a frozen compound far from mercy, she was supposed to be a prisoner. Instead, she became something else-something dangerous, something desired. They watched her. Touched her. Taught her that pain could mean protection, and pleasure could be a weapon.Lev made her laugh as he threatened to ruin her.Viktor said nothing, but owned her with his silence.Demyan played games inside her mind until she forgot where she ended.And Mikhail-he never flinched when she screamed.She was supposed to disappear.But she started a war instead.When secrets rise from the snow and bloodlines threaten to drown her, Soraya won't beg. She won't run. She's done being owned.Because these killers?They aren't her captors anymore.They're hers.And if the world wants a queen... it better learn how to kneel.