Sold to the Alien Outlaws

The price of saving our city? Our women...

We declared independence from the Aurelian Empire. Now, we will pay for it. The moment the all-male species leaves, the ravening hordes of the universe attack. The Scorp descend on our little planet without mercy. Pinching claws rend. Darting tails poison. Blood fills the streets.

With the arrogant warrior species of aliens gone, we have no hope.

Until three seven-foot tall aliens break away from their Empire to save us. They will be branded as deserters by their Empire. They will lose everything, and yet they come for us. Like Greek Gods, they stand. Like angels of death, they war.

Raka. Raekon. Leon.

Under their hungry eyes, it's impossible to feel out of place like I do alongside the willowy, elegant noblewomen. All of my imperfections wash away under their eyes. When they look at me, they drink up my curves, and for the first time in my life I feel small... and helpless.

They are violence incarnate. They are a whirlwind of death. They threw away their future to save us. In return...

They demand everything.

I watch the women on the stage, exposed and helpless, and I feel more than just pity...

Some dark part of me wonders what it would like to be sold to those brutal alien warriors.
What it would be like to be their fated mate, Bonded for eternity.
To be the only woman in the universe able to bear their sons.