Possessed by the Barbarian Warlords

My research on wormholes pays off in the worst way when I’m taken from Earth and thrown onto an unknown planet.

Aliens with velvety green skin, heat-filled eyes, and gold-studded tails save me from the dangerous jungle world I’ve literally fallen into. They call me Omega. They tell me I’m theirs. That my body will accommodate them, but that can’t be true. Their loincloths do nothing to hide how—much—they feel about me.

They’re not worried that I deny them because when I’m in heat, I won’t ask them to claim me.

I’ll scream for them.

We find our omega bound helpless to a tree in our lands. She’s an offering we won’t deny despite how much she tells us no.

We’re patient males. She’s the only being who will soul-bond our pack. She isn’t any omega.

She’s our completion.

We must get her back to safety, but the jungle is unforgiving. When we’re separated by a freak accident and learn of the deception that has devastated our world, we will protect her with everything we can. Even with our lives.