Scorching the Alien Empire (The Klendathian Cycle #7)

Love is war. War is divine. And divinity? It’s a damn mess.

Alexandra

Love? Please. I’m not that girl.

Turns out, getting kidnapped by a ten-foot-tall alien berserker was the best thing that ever happened to me. Who knew? Now I’m the so-called Divine Daughter—fabulous, adored, bonded, and packing enough god-tier power to crush murder-bot fleets into cute little cubes.

Dracoth isn’t just a musclehead with claws. He’s heir to a broken legacy—a murdered people and one pissed-off prophecy shackled to his back. Meanwhile, I’m out here blessed by two gods. He thinks I’ll roll over for his “vengeance” crusade. Cute. I’ve got priorities:...

Love is war. War is divine. And divinity? It’s a damn mess.

Alexandra

Love? Please. I’m not that girl.

Turns out, getting kidnapped by a ten-foot-tall alien berserker was the best thing that ever happened to me. Who knew? Now I’m the so-called Divine Daughter—fabulous, adored, bonded, and packing enough god-tier power to crush murder-bot fleets into cute little cubes.

Dracoth isn’t just a musclehead with claws. He’s heir to a broken legacy—a murdered people and one pissed-off prophecy shackled to his back. Meanwhile, I’m out here blessed by two gods. He thinks I’ll roll over for his “vengeance” crusade. Cute. I’ve got priorities: feed Todd, spread the sacred words, build the Lexie-verse, and maybe—if there’s time—stop my Red Dragon from self-destructing.

But when the Voidbringer slithers into his mind, erasing him piece by piece… I’ll have to choose: cling to my rage, or fight for the one soul as broken as mine.

Dracoth

She is fire. She is ruin. She is mine.

Lexie’s chaos mirrors the storm in my blood—an inferno I can no longer live without. I was forged for vengeance, bred to wear the mantle of War Chieftain and conquer in my father’s name.

But with every battle, every loss, she strips away my fury and lays bare the warrior beneath the beast. Our bond is a forge—her silver light to my crimson wrath. Together, we are divine. Now, the Voidbringer whispers poison into my mind—erasing me, memory by memory, until even her name is just ash on my tongue. Krogoth’s challenge looms. Lexie demands I rise. But what if strength demands a sacrifice?”