Alien War Daddy’s Got Rizz
Athena Storm
Not wars. Not contracts. And sure as hell not women who belong to me.
She thinks she’s hiring a bodyguard. A fake match to keep her enemies off her back while she rebuilds her daddy’s empire.
What she doesn’t know?
The minute I saw her, the bond snapped into place. Primal. Permanent. Mine.
She smells like legacy and power and the kind of soft I want to ruin slow. And now that I’ve tasted what it’s like to hold her? No force in the galaxy can keep me from finishing what I started.
Enemies line up like they’ve forgotten what a Reaper-class hybrid does to liars.
I burn their worlds. I leave their names in ash.
And I protect what's mine—even if it means dragging her back to bed in the middle of a board meeting.
I’m not her boyfriend.
I’m her hostile takeover.
Read on for fake mating, forced proximity, fated bonds, primal possession, and a 7-foot alien protector who does one thing better than kill—claim. HEA Guaranteed!
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