Contract to Mate

Brielle is done with Earth.

Done with deadbeat dads. Done with struggling just to survive. Done with being signed up for things so someone else can cash the check!
So when she’s taken off-world and handed a mating contract, she actually reads it. Every word.
And what does she find?
It’s the kind of deal that would get the man arrested on Earth.
But one look at the picture of her fated mate, specifically the larger form he can shift into, and suddenly she doesn’t care.
He’s fire and danger wrapped in a body built for destruction.

And he wants her.
Vaelith can’t touch his treasure.
He can’t even know what she looks like.
Not yet. Not until she agrees.

His species has been banned from Earth for being too lethal, too uncontrollable, too bound by instincts older than stars. So he waits in space, chained by laws written to protect the humans from his kind, until his match appears. Her.

If she signs, she becomes his.
Body, soul, destiny.