Alien Commander's Reluctant Bride

Kearney

My younger sister, Kendra, and I have signed contracts with the Draconians and they're waiting for us to choose a mate, but I can't focus on that.

We joined the bride's registry for the dowry, which will feed our family for a year. Good, but Earth is dying and I've got an idea to help them for longer. I trust the Draconians, but not with my secret plan to get supplies to our family. But our crafty Commander always has his eyes on me and I worry he's figured out my plan.

Catching a glimpse of his sexy body clad only in his unders blows my mind. The dragon warrior has miles of muscles, an unbelieve wingspan and his hands are gigantic. He's replaced all my bad dreams with erotic ones. I can't look him in the eye because he's the star in every single one of them. A distraction I don't need.

Tabor

I'm dedicated to caring for the sister queens until they choose mates and am fascinated with them. Perhaps it's because their closeness reminds me of my brother and I. I've even taken him under my wing to complete his transition into a warrior. It's important he not flounder with so many queens about. He must leave a good impression if he wants to be chosen.

Queen Kearney and her sister are unlike the other human queens. The others crave luxury and delight in the exotic foods and bask in our warriors attention. Kearney and her sister eat ration bars, wear uniforms and sleep on the ground. Even toiling in the mines.

I'm attracted to Kearney's solemn disposition, dedication to her sister and desire to do more than luxuriate. The more I get to know this queen, the more fiercely protective I am. None are fit to warm her bed except me. Something about the look in her eyes tells me she's been hurt. I'll die before I allow anyone to harm her again. I sense an unknown danger. Therefore I remain vigilant. Until she chooses me.