Captured by the Alien Warrior

DROKA

A warrior owns what he is able to take. And I take her.

She's trembling in a closet, hiding from the raiding party invading her human settlement. Hiding from me.

I collar her. I own her. She's mine by law.

As the Captain of the Imperial Guard, I've sworn a solemn oath to have no mate, sire no offspring.

Oath-breakers are traitors, executed without a second thought. Let them try. I'll beat them all for a chance to claim my mate.

AREN

I just want to go home. Except, I don't have one. These alien bastards burned it to the ground.

And the biggest bastard of them all put a collar around my neck. He parades me around on the end of a leash like I'm his newest pet.

My clothes are torn and my body is exposed and there's about a hundred alien warriors looking at me like they can't wait to have a turn.

He keeps me safe from the horde. I'm his lawful captive, his property-and he doesn't want to share.

But will he fight this hard to protect me when he finds out who I really am?

Contains mature themes.