Zalaryn Raiders

Xalax. When I see her groped and humiliated at the auction house, I have no choice but to buy her. Even if a virgin human female costs as much as all the minerals on Fenda. I don't care if it's against the rules, if the healers say our DNA isn't compatible. I'm the Crown Prince. I make the rules. I take what I want. And I want her. She's my proper mate. I can feel it. But first, I must claim her. I'll try to be gentle with my delicate little creature, but I don't know if I can . . .Resa. I'm a Marked human female, bought and paid for. He can do anything he wants to me. This gigantic, muscled alien has total mastery over my body. I've never done this before . . . with human or alien. I'm frightened, alone, and trembling but I can't help but imagine what it will feel like when this hulking creature takes me . . .Why would I desire this brute? Even if he's the one who saved me. The only one to show me kindness. All that stuff he said about bonding and mates, that's just alien superstition. It's not what's happening. Is it? Contains mature themes.

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.

AYVINX One more job and I'm out. I'm done with this lousy planet. Deliver the human female to the Imperator of Fenda so he can have an exotic new addition to his royal harem. But I can't get enough of her. This feisty little human has the spirit of a true Zalaryn warrior. Just my luck. I've been blessed with a bonded mate-and she's the property of another male. I don't care what the law says: she's mine. I've got a plan. And I can't wait to claim my prize . . . JULA I suppose this spaceship is better than rotting in an Earth jail cell. Because that's where I belong. I'm a thief. A killer. Trust means nothing to me . . . unless I can use it to get what I want. This alien mercenary thinks he can tame me, thinks he can use me as a pawn in this intergalactic war? Let him try. He's making me sweet promises, but too bad for him, I know how this game is played. I know the rules. And I know how to win. If I want to get off this planet, I have no choice but to trust him. But when he tells me that I'm his bonded mate, I realize that maybe this isn't a game after all. Maybe it's something much, much more . . . Contains mature themes.