Broken Triad

Hatred. Ownership. The brutal alien warrior triad saved my life... And by their ancient laws, I am theirs.

Until my friend trades her life for mine.

We were abandoned to die when the monsters invaded. We were saved by the cruel titans of Aurelians who don the black robes of Obsidian, pledging fealty to endless war. Seven foot tall, marble skinned beasts obsessed with finding their Fated Mate. These three are covered in scars and old wounds, survivors of a thousand battles, hardened, cruel brutes of men who no longer hope for a future. They have suffered beyond my comprehension. The three huge aliens are broken, never to be made whole...

Until they see me, and I ignite a ravenous need in them they cannot understand.

I'm off limits to them. Decreed by their Generals that I cannot be touched, under penalty of death.

But when their hard grey eyes stare through my soul, I know that they have marked me as theirs.

I will never escape their ferocious hunger... or the ache in my being, the knowledge that deep down, I belong to them.