The dragon can’t remember destroying my world, but he’s sure I’m his mate? No ‘effin way…
The black dragon hunted me down and took me to his nest where I remain trapped… and confused. This alien invader who destroyed most of my world and helped the Asseptians enslave my people is not what he seems. He shifts to a man, one who claims to know nothing about what he and the other invaders have done. He claims I’m his mate, that my blood cleansed his blood of the drug the Asseptians used to control him. And he’s angry… but not at me. For me, for what he’s been forced to do to my people and my world. While I’m starting to believe he may be a victim as much as me, I can’t believe that I’m his fated mate. Because if that’s true, if I let myself fall for Adruz’s sweet gestures and gentle caresses, then I’m as guilty as the aliens who are killing my people.
Her sweet scent drew me in, but it was her blood that cleared my mind of the haze. I have no memory of how I came to be in this strange new world, or what I’ve done here. The human female—my mate—claims I and others like me have been burning her world and enslaving her people for the Asseptians. That’s not who we are. At least it never has been. None of this makes sense. But I will find out, and I will fix what I can. For myself, my people… and for the female who wants nothing to do with me.