The Old Ways

I dreamt of being saved by noble Aurelian warriors. Instead, I was abducted by savages. They come through the portal in a fury of blood and violence, destroying my captors without mercy. They will have none for me, either. Aurelians demand total obedience. The brands mark my rescuers as Fanatics who serve the Old Ways. And when they find their Mate, they possess her body and soul. I’ve traded one captivity for another, pulled from serving a cruel lord to living in a mansion on a planet ruled by warriors, priests, and a vengeful alien War-God.

Ra’al. Orr. Kriz. Three enormous beast of men who command a legion of Aurelians, the huge, marble-skinned aliens who exist to find their Fated Mate and tame her. They were built for war. Kings through conquest, they stamp down all resistance without mercy. They tell me they will build me a palace. It would only be a cage. But because I took up a rifle and defended the other servants when our planet was under attack, by the laws of their species, I am a free woman…

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.

Bruton. Prince of the Aurelian Empire, eight-foot tall of brutal, muscled strength, flanked by the alien warriors of his triad. He is no royal. He is a savage, a colossal warlord who commands through pure violence. And my fate is in his hands. He believes I hold the keys to victory. His triad storms into my research station drenched in blood and sweat to judge my life’s work. And when my creations go haywire and nearly kill us all, the threat to the Prince must be answered.