Brides of the Alien Series by Rebecca Wayn

Stranded. Claimed. Desperate for a love that could destroy them all. Kai Reeves didn't come to the alien planet Ashverra looking for romance. He came to disappear. But when his shuttle crashes in the brutal Scorched Wastes, he's rescued by three gorgeous, imposing warriors who've been exiled from their own people—and they say he belongs to them. Draeven, Serin, and Vykhor are already bonded to each other, but their triad is incomplete, slowly tearing them apart... moreStranded. Claimed. Desperate for a love that could destroy them all. Kai Reeves didn't come to the alien planet Ashverra looking for romance. He came to disappear. But when his shuttle crashes in the brutal Scorched Wastes, he's rescued by three gorgeous, imposing warriors who've been exiled from their own people—and they say he belongs to them. Draeven, Serin, and Vykhor are already bonded to each other, but their triad is incomplete, slowly tearing them apart. They weren't looking for a fourth. Especially not a fragile human who knows nothing of their world. But their bodies don't lie—Kai is the missing piece they've been dying without. Kai's not interested in being anyone's salvation. He's got enough demons of his own, and the last thing he needs is three alien warriors who think they can decide his fate. Even if their touch sets his skin on fire. Even if he can feel the echo of their bond calling to something deep in his chest. Trapped together as solar storms rage outside their shelter, the four of them will have to confront painful truths: Draeven's guilt over destroying his bondmates' futures. Serin's terror of never being enough. Vykhor's inability to voice the depth of what he feels. And Kai's fear that if he lets himself love again, he'll lose everything. Their bond could save them all—or it could be the thing that finally breaks them. less

I broke into the wrong ship. Now, I belong to the crew. Living on Station 42 means two things: keep your head down, and never touch the black ships docked in the Quarantine Zone. I didn’t listen. Desperate to pay off a debt, I sneaked aboard the Obsidian to steal fuel cells. I didn’t find fuel. I found them. The Vrax. Three massive, horned warriors who look at me like I’m the last drop of water in the desert. I should be dead. I should be airlocked... moreI broke into the wrong ship. Now, I belong to the crew. Living on Station 42 means two things: keep your head down, and never touch the black ships docked in the Quarantine Zone. I didn’t listen. Desperate to pay off a debt, I sneaked aboard the Obsidian to steal fuel cells. I didn’t find fuel. I found them. The Vrax. Three massive, horned warriors who look at me like I’m the last drop of water in the desert. I should be dead. I should be airlocked. Instead, Kael locks the doors and tells me I’m not leaving. Ryx tracks my scent through the corridors like a predator hunting prey. And Varen? He looks at my fragile human body and promises he’ll build a world where I never have to lift a finger again. They say I’m their Void-Singer. Their fated mate. They say they share everything—including me. I went in looking for scrap. I’m about to leave with a kingdom. less

I went into the cargo hold to fix a blown fuse. I woke up on a stolen warship with three 7-foot aliens looking at me like I was their last meal. General Rask, Vyx, and Kaelen. The Xar-Khol warlords. The galaxy’s most wanted fugitives. They should have thrown me out the airlock. Instead, they’re staring at me with glowing eyes and vibrating with a low, hungry purr that makes my knees weak. They say I possess a "Resonance" they haven't felt in eons. They say I belong to the Triad now... moreI went into the cargo hold to fix a blown fuse. I woke up on a stolen warship with three 7-foot aliens looking at me like I was their last meal. General Rask, Vyx, and Kaelen. The Xar-Khol warlords. The galaxy’s most wanted fugitives. They should have thrown me out the airlock. Instead, they’re staring at me with glowing eyes and vibrating with a low, hungry purr that makes my knees weak. They say I possess a "Resonance" they haven't felt in eons. They say I belong to the Triad now. I should be terrified. I should be planning my escape. But when we crash-land on a hostile jungle planet, escape is the last thing on my mind. Survival is everything. And these monsters? They don't just want to protect me from the dangers of the jungle. They want to claim me. Body and soul. And when a second heartbeat starts fluttering inside me, their protection turns into a possessive frenzy. The galaxy wants them dead, but God help anyone who tries to touch the mother of their child. less

I didn’t just crash my ship. I crashed a coronation. I’m Jace. I fly junk haulers, eat synth-rations, and keep my head down. Or I did, until my engine blew out over Valosia Prime—a planet forbidden to humans. I woke up in a nest of silk and furs, surrounded by three towering, horned aliens who look at me like I’m the last drop of water in a desert. Kaelen is a golden-skinned Prince who calls me "Precious. " Zyx has a tail that won’t stop curling around my waist... moreI didn’t just crash my ship. I crashed a coronation. I’m Jace. I fly junk haulers, eat synth-rations, and keep my head down. Or I did, until my engine blew out over Valosia Prime—a planet forbidden to humans. I woke up in a nest of silk and furs, surrounded by three towering, horned aliens who look at me like I’m the last drop of water in a desert. Kaelen is a golden-skinned Prince who calls me "Precious. " Zyx has a tail that won’t stop curling around my waist. And Torian? He’s seven feet of scarred muscle who growls if I try to put on pants. They claim I’m their "Star-Anchor. " The missing piece of their royal soul-bond. Here’s the problem: They have thirty days to mate with me and claim the throne, or their psychopathic uncle takes over and wipes out my species. I should run. I should steal a shuttle and blast off. But the longer I stay, the harder it is to leave. And when the assassins come for us, I realize these three monsters aren’t just trying to rule a planet. They’re trying to keep me. less

He was the galaxy’s most feared Warlord until he vanished. Now, I’m trapped in his fortress. I’m just a mechanic. I fix broken engines, I don’t deal with intergalactic politics. But when my scrap-ship is shot down over the frozen hellscape of Cryon, my only goal is survival. I didn't expect to be rescued by a seven-foot-tall monster with horns, glowing veins, and a gaze that makes my knees weak. Kaelthos. The Lost Prince. The Butcher of the Void. He says I’m his prisoner for my own safety... moreHe was the galaxy’s most feared Warlord until he vanished. Now, I’m trapped in his fortress. I’m just a mechanic. I fix broken engines, I don’t deal with intergalactic politics. But when my scrap-ship is shot down over the frozen hellscape of Cryon, my only goal is survival. I didn't expect to be rescued by a seven-foot-tall monster with horns, glowing veins, and a gaze that makes my knees weak. Kaelthos. The Lost Prince. The Butcher of the Void. He says I’m his prisoner for my own safety. He says the storm outside will kill me. But the way he looks at me—with a hunger that borders on madness—feels more dangerous than the cold. He’s terrifying. He’s huge. And he’s the only thing keeping me warm in the ice. I should be planning my escape. Instead, I’m drawn to the broken man beneath the armor. His touch quiets the noise in his head, and his presence lights a fire in my blood. But the rebels who shot me down are coming to finish the job, and Kaelthos has to make a choice: remain in exile, or unleash the monster he’s tried so hard to cage to save the only thing he’s ever loved. less