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Prologue

She stands, fragile, vulnerable, aching to be conquered. She stares at us with awe, still not believing we’re here. We’re a trillion miles away, but in this moment, we’re next to her. I don’t know how. All I know is that she isourmate.

My triad stands, stock-still, staring at the most beautiful creature in the universe.

The wind blows towards us, and I breathe in, my nostrils flaring. She’s scared. But there’s something else to her aura. A tendril of need.

She knows she belongs to us instinctively. It’s written on her body. It’s written in her soul.

Her body aches to surrender to my warrior triad.

I know it, already, in the first moments of seeing her, that her legs ache to spread, that we can take her innocence and fill her with her seed, her belly swelling and her breasts growing huge with milk for our Aurelian sons.

I growl, and step forward to claim her.

She’s here, on our planet with us, and trapped in the hall of a cruel Toad Lord, her body thin and malnourished. Whatever evil man did this to her will pay.

We will rescue her. We will find her, wherever she is. We’ll scour galaxies. We’ll crush armies. We’ll fight anyone who stands in our way, because she will be in our arms, panting and begging for our dominance. I can feel her aura burning in my mind, and my eyes widen in shock, tasting the pure goodness of her being. She’s brave. She’s intelligent, and she’s strong, strong enough to endure until we can save her…

And make herours.

I’ll put a collar around my Fated Mate’s neck. I’ll kiss her so deep she forgets her own name, and I’ll make her beg and whimper for my might.

Nothing matters anymore. Nothing but her.

We will claim her.

We will breed her.

She will bear my triad’s sons.

I step towards, reaching out to touch her holy being.

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Athena

Icling to hope that the three noble, power Aurelian soldiers will rescue me. Those seven-foot-tall Greek gods of men are my only hope, and I’ll take whatever harsh punishments and discipline the species requires of their women if it means surviving. I’d even serve the powerful warriors.

I’d give them everything to save me.

I haven’t told a soul about the vision, the vision so much more real than my bleak existence as a prisoner in the Toad Lord’s palace. Three months ago it filled my mind and I dream of the triad every night.

I was pouring wine for the Toad Lord Bladdard when it happened. He was leaning back in his golden throne, laughing so loud his warty, wet belly lifted his fine silk shirt, showing his huge, pale green gut. His yellowy green eyes were fixated on the pale white fish in front of him, and his huge tongue lolled out of his mouth, running up and down the fish as he tasted it before eating. While the Toad was near my height, he must have outweighed me fourfold, his huge, powerful legs as wide across as my waist. This one didn’t like to move, but when needed, he could leap near thirty feet to slap around anyone who disrespected his court…

Though he prefers to sit back and let his huge Bullfrog warriors deal with any problems.

That night was a celebration, the banquet table packed full of merchants and minor nobles, Toads who count themselves lucky to be invited to Lord Bladdard’s table to stuff their guts before discussing business.

The vision rippled through me, power and energy that made me lose sight of the banquet hall and transported me to another word.

I was on another planet, under the sun, standing in the tall grass. It tickled my bare feet, lush and fertile. It was like a dream, but more real than my waking moments.

They stood in front of me.

A triad of powerful, fierce, dominant alien warriors. We were only a stone’s throw away, and they could have run towards me, their powerful legs eating up the distance in seconds to take me. The size of them would have terrified me if I couldn’t sense the honor in their beings.

If I was directly in front of them, I’d be barely taller than their waists, especially when they wear combat boots that plant their feet firmly in the grass.