Clay
I dont ask for much from life; I get paid, and then I get laid. And piloting spaceships across the galaxy keeps my solo lifestyle well funded. I dont need a relationship or any of the baggage that comes with it. I like my men like I like my coffee; to go.
That is until the most boring job in the universe goes horribly wrong and I’m snatched from my ship by a seven-foot alien. Hes huge, hes purple, and hes ripped as hell. Im sure Im a dead man.
Only it turns out he doesnt want to kill me. What he wants is far worse.
Arcay
I am the Second, Aldar royalty, the right hand of our leader. But I live a half life. Omegas are a rare treasure, all but extinct on my planet. I have wished my whole life for one of my own, but I am resigned to never knowing the joy of a soul bond.
But that all changes the moment I step onto the human ship. By some miracle, their pilot is an unclaimed omega. It does not matter that he is a different species, I have to have him.
That should be my happy ending; omegas are supposed to be meek, obedient, and willing. Clay is anything but. He resists me at every turn. I must bend him to my will before his potent pheromones draw every unmated alpha–my rank will only hold them back for so long.
