Top of my survival list after the alien invasion? Don't get caught by Kortharian warriors.

Guess what I went and did?

Thanks to one failed sabotage mission, I'm now chained in a Kortharian holding cell, stripped of my weapons, and facing three of their elite hunters. Rykhor, Zane, and Draxus—they're massive, intimidating, and their glowing eyes track my every move like I'm prey.

Kortharians bond in threes. They fight in threes. And apparently, they mate in threes too.

The second they catch my scent, something primal takes over. Their Kaelthar—the shadow beast inside them—awakens with violent, possessive intensity. They claim I'm their fated mate. All three of them.

Do I want them? Hell no. (Okay, maybe the way Rykhor's four arms cage me in makes me feel things. Shut up.)

Do I trust them? Absolutely not.

But these warriors aren't taking no for an answer. They're convinced I belong to them, even though their own laws say claiming a human mate is treason. As they fight to protect me from an Empire that wants me dead, I'm caught between hating my captivity and craving their touch.

I'm not just their prisoner anymore.

I'm their obsession.

And they won't stop until I'm completely, utterly, irrevocably theirs—body, mind, and soul.