Captured by seven-foot-tall aliens who deal with escape attempts… harshly
I stole from the Aurelians. I thought I got away clean. Then I was taken captive by an alien captain with a deathwish and an obsession for me.
If he’s working for the Empire, I’m facing a hundred years in jail. If he’s Rogue?
Rogue Aurelians claim human women. When they smell the scent of a potential Fated Mate, they go mad with need. Any attempts to escape the spaceship will be dealt with the mercilessness of the species. Mercilessness that could trigger the fabled mating rage…
Possessive. Dominant. Seven-feet-tall of chiseled perfection and pure, cocky arrogance.
He’s flanked by the two brutish men of his triad who live for blood and violence. I’m drawn to them, but I can sense the anger and pain deep in their souls.
I’m trapped on an alien warship with hundreds of the testosterone-fuelled warriors who haven’t seen a woman in years…
And there’s no way out.
Note: This is a standalone story.