Tamed By the Alien Warlord
She fights me like a warrior.
Screams like a prisoner.
Whispers like she was made to be mine.
I should toss her out the airlock. She broke into Reaper space with nothing but a holocam and a mouth too smart for her own safety.
But I don’t kill her.
I chain her instead.
Now this stubborn little human is shackled in my brig, spitting fire, dripping heat, and daring me to break her.
She wants answers. I want obedience.
And every time she disobeys, I want her more.
The Combine took her sister. That was their first mistake.
Letting me find out?
That’ll be their last.
She thinks she’s still in control.
She hasn’t figured out who’s holding the leash.
The only problem is that at times I don’t know…
If it’s me or her.
Read on for forced proximity, alien claiming rituals, flirty dialogue, and a warlord who marks what’s his. HEA Guaranteed!
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