One Bed, One Beast

I accidentally soul-bonded with a monster.

In my defense, I was trying to banish him, not… invite him to live in my apartment.
Now he growls when the neighbors look at me, rearranges my furniture for “combat readiness,” and insists that clothing is a human weakness.

Oh, and we have to share a bed.

Because apparently “proximity stabilizes the tether.”
Right. That’s definitely the reason he’s spooning me like I’m his favorite weapon.

I’m just a mid-level witch with a caffeine problem and zero interest in mating rituals.
He’s an ancient battle beast who doesn’t understand personal space, sarcasm, or how showers work.

We’re doomed.

And also maybe dating?

Read on for feral mermen, magical misfires, one-bed chaos, and a heroine who’s one coffee away from throwing her soulmate back in the lake. HEA Guaranteed!