In the heart of a turbulent galaxy, Captain Marz, a Prillon warrior, has dedicated his life to protecting innocents from the ruthless Hive. But after a harrowing capture and integration with Hive technology, he finds himself banished to The Colony—a harsh, unforgiving planet where hope seems like a distant memory. With his chosen second dead and the belief in a matched mate all but extinguished, Marz has given up hoping for change, for a reason to keep fighting, for a matched mate.

On Earth, Rowan Cochranes life takes a dramatic turn when she exposes corruption in the oil industry, only to be wrongfully convicted just days before Christmas. Desperate and out of options, she volunteers to become an Interstellar Bride, expecting nothing but a cold, duty-bound marriage to a stranger from a distant planet. Instead, she finds herself matched with not one, but two formidable Prillon warriors, both scarred by their pasts yet fiercely determined to claim herbody and soul.

As violent electromagnetic storms threaten The Colonys survival, Rowans geological expertise becomes crucial. Forced into close quarters with her battle-hardened mates, she fights not only for their survival but also to bring a spark of holiday joy into their bleak existence. Despite her guarded heart, every touch, every kiss ignites a connection that challenges her beliefs about love and happily-ever-afters.

Two planets, three broken souls, and one unexpected chance at redemption. Will they navigate the storm inside and out, or will the pressures of their worlds tear them apart? Discover a tale of love, resilience, and the extraordinary bond that can form when hope is least expected.

There are no rules, and to the victor go the spoils, namely one feisty human female who claims it's all a big mistake. A misunderstanding.

What she should've said to the brutal warrior who nabbed her was that he had mistakenly abducted the wrong girl entirely.

Oh, wait. She did.

Taken by one cyborg. Claimed by another. Both powerful beasts believe she is their mate.

Thrown over the victor's shoulder and carted off, Lavender finds herself trapped on another world, another planet, in another star system.

Transported to The Colony, she discovers a world full of warriors deemed too dark, too dangerous, to ever be trusted again. There is no going home, no leaving his side, no escape.

Forced into close proximity with the alien warlord determined to claim not just her body, but her heart, how can Lavender deny him when every touch, every kiss, every seductive promise of love, devotion and protection weakens her will to resist?

Mercenary. Enforcer. Cursed. I am not a Coalition fighter. I have no honor. I follow no rules. I am Rogue 5. I am Mikos of Astra legion.

Fate has always been cruel to brutes like me. Exiled from Rogue 5, abandoned by my legion, on the run for a vicious crime, Fate made sure I was captured and tortured by the scourge known as the Hive.

I should have died on that Hive prison ship. Instead, a Coalition ReCon team stormed my ship and with them, a female human too beautiful, too fragile, to step near a damaged, unforgiving enforcer like me. Yet the fearless female not only came close, she touched me.

The moment I caught her scent, looked into her eyes, I knew she was mine, my mate. A female I could never keep, never burden, never claim for myself. I would have spared her. Walked away.

Until she did the unthinkable. She saved my life, then nearly died in my arms.

I had no choice but to bite her, inject her with my essence. Now I'm in her body, in her blood. The most primitive part of me knows she's mine, and she's dying, slowly, from my venom. My cursed, hybrid bite.

The antidote is on Rogue 5, where I will face the executioner's blade.

So be it.

I will never tell my mate the price I pay, but I will save her. If I have to drag her, kicking and screaming, off Battleship Karter, I will. If I must eliminate every Prillon warrior, fighter and Atlan beast on this ship to take her with me, I will. Nothing will stop me.

There is nothing I will not do to save her life. The only thing I cannot do is resist. Resist the primal urge to touch her. Taste her. Make her whimper. Make her beg.

Make sure that long after I'm gone, she remembers screaming my name.