Award-Winning Kindle Vella Fall Madness 2023 Top Faved in SciFi/Fantasy/Romance Mature Audiences: "Nooooo...." I screamed. Big men with uniforms, masks, and some with gloves, grabbed me from every angle! "No, not her... I'm going to marry her... she's too good for your damn cat houses..." Suddenly, I observed Beau. He was several feet behind me, angrily, fiercely, and pleadingly throwing fists for me. But as my head scanned around at the beasts that surrounded me; my intended was no match for the Guardian's monstrous sizes. I cringed as I heard an audible THUG. I wailed and tried to glance back at my childhood friend as his body crashed to the earth, eyes shut! "Don't worry, sugar, he's just taking a nap." The monsters tugged at me and chuckled loudly as the women cried out. "Clear off this damn table," One guard commanded our people. No one came. "Damn you, filthy slum critters out here in the freaking Wild! I'll do it myself!" A large guardian bellowed. My eyes grew wide with horror. The stories were... true; the richfolk soldiers checking Wilding girls for their purity! Rough arms and hands grabbed at me while my heart thundered in my chest. "Let me breathe... I can't catch my breath..." I begged and sobbed as my feet were still on the ground. I tried to implant my leather moccasins into the dirt, but then my small heels just slid, kicking up dust as they moved me closer to the table right smack in the city center. I yanked each of my arms as if I could untangle myself from my assailants; all the while beseeching them to set me free...or let me do it myself or you don't have to do this. Panic flooded my entire figure as my face contorted in horrific fear... "Noooo... you don't have to do this... you don't...." I wept out, not being able to stop the tears at first. But as my words had no effect, my chest tightened and my stomach knotted. I attempted to breathe in my nose and out of my mouth while the men's hands began yanking me up off the ground. "Oh, gods! Oh gods! Oh gods!" I wailed audibly. It was a prayer. Join Dalia as she maneuvers to survive the hunters & lovers of her DNA. Does Dalia's bloodline carry the cure? Old rulers are sick. Eden's lived unchallenged; served by 2/3rd of mankind who survived on Hearth. Out beyond the walls lay the 3rd cast of the citizenry. Will the Wildings offer the pure blood needed by Eden? Without Dalia and the Wildings, will the population go extinct? *Mature Readers*