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The Fever Hordesman sits outside my house, wailing punny lyrics while beating a rock rhythm on his armor, and I'm late for work. My omega heat’s coming on early, throwing a monkey wrench into my single-minded plan to ignore his single-minded quest to mate me. I have to admit - privately - his strong jaw, full mouth, and a scent that can send over a dozen omegas into heat, make my girly bits quiver. Just a little.

Frantic to avoid detection, Lila hides for the night in a condemned outbuilding on the edge of town. She checks each bunk for comfort and rests on the one with a strangely enticing scent and falls into an exhausted sleep. One problem - this place isn’t abandoned. Miners actually live here. And she’s chosen Zayzon’s bed. The loudest, tallest, and most sharp-clawed out of a band of tragically messy Xylan brothers who can’t clean to save their lives.

Cannibal’s carefully packed work lunches keep disappearing, day after day. Only his. Grrr. Someone obviously appreciates expert cooking, but this constant thievery is about to throw him into a berserker rage. He has to track down this atrocity. But as he leaves prepared lunches for the mysterious female with the luscious scent, he finds himself moving deeper into the old mine, needing to ascertain her safety...and finally he comes face-to-face with the female he’s been feeding. He’s found her. And she’s...a human female of royal pigment?

I thought I was in control. I was wrong. I've led the Omegaborn for years, but the moment these brutes arrived from beyond the wall I knew everything was about to change. They're here to take me the way I was meant to be taken, no matter how desperately I resist what I need. Naked, punished, and sore, all I can do is scream out one savage, shameful climax after another as my body is claimed, used, and mastered. I'm about to learn what it means to be an omega.

Imprisoned, awaiting execution, one hope is left; a woman brave enough to tame his beast - and strong enough to fight the demons inside both his head and his heart. Because he may have escaped the Hive...but they aren’t finished with him yet. Warlord Anghar survives hell as a captive of the evil Hive. Convinced he will never break free, he chooses death over dishonor. When the Coalition ReCon Team sent to kill him frees him instead, he begins the long, tortuous journey back to a true Atlan, a warrior proud of his beast, of his service.

Once upon a time, two dragons saved the virgin. Being the only virgin on the prison planet isn't so bad. No, actually, it totally sucks. There are two Draekons who are interested in me. Well, I thought they were, but they keep blowing hot and cold. They won’t make a move. It’s infuriating. Whatever. I have no use for broody aliens. None at all. No matter how gorgeous they are. No matter how much my insides tingle when they touch me.

Kampflord Anghar hat als Gefangener beim feindseligen Hive die Hölle durchlebt. Überzeugt davon, dass er niemals freikommen würde, wählt er lieber den Tod als die Entehrung. Als das Aufklärungsteam der Koalition, das ihn töten sollte, ihn stattdessen befreit, beginnt seine lange, qualvolle Reise zurück zu einem Dasein als wahrer Atlane. Als Krieger, der auf sein Biest, auf seinen Dienst im Krieg, stolz ist.

Megan Simmons wird als Soldatin ins Weltall entsendet, um die Erde als Mitglied der Koalitionsflotte zu schützen. Nach achtzehn Monaten erbitterter Gefechte auf einem Hive-Planeten verirrt sie sich hinter die feindlichen Linien, nachdem sie von ihrer Einheit getrennt wurde.

Le soldat Megan Simmons a pour mission de protéger la Terre, planète-membre de la Flotte de la Coalition. Après dix-huit mois d’un combat spatial acharné pour défendre la planète des attaques de la Ruche, elle perd la trace de son bataillon et tombe aux mains de l’ennemi.