Claimed by the Barbarian Warlords

Stolen from Earth and captured by alien warlords.

With their crimson skin, pitch black eyes and muscles carved from marble, these alphas claim me on the burning fields as their omega mate. I’m not who they think I am, but they’re not letting me go, no matter how hard I try to escape.

They tell me I’ll enter my heat soon. They tell me I’ll beg for their touch, their attentions, their…knots. I must resist them before it’s too late.

Finding our omega was easy while she’s desperate to escape. How can we convince her to stay when she doesn’t believe she’s ours to pleasure forever?

When I find a rare omega without her protectors, I swoop down to claim her. She says she’s human, denies she’s our fated mate and fights her biology at every turn.

We’ll hold her captive until her heat overcomes her and when she’s claimed and bonded, there will be no doubt who she belongs so.