Stolen by the Alien Berserker (The Klendathian Cycle #6)

He stole my freedom to save his honor.

I’ll steal his heart to reclaim my future.

Alexandra

This is not how my story ends.

I’m Alexandra Turner—Manhattan-born, Prada-bred, and impossible to break.

Sure, my bank account might be empty, my credit cards maxed out, and now I’m abducted by some muscle-bound alien brute.

He watches me like I’m his prize, but if he thinks I’ll play along, he’s delusional.

Fine, he stole me.

Big deal.

I know how to survive, and I’m not above playing dirty to win.

He’s all brawn and fury, but there’s something in his gaze that stirs me—a weakness I can exploit or, worse, a temptation...

He stole my freedom to save his honor.

I’ll steal his heart to reclaim my future.

Alexandra

This is not how my story ends.

I’m Alexandra Turner—Manhattan-born, Prada-bred, and impossible to break.

Sure, my bank account might be empty, my credit cards maxed out, and now I’m abducted by some muscle-bound alien brute.

He watches me like I’m his prize, but if he thinks I’ll play along, he’s delusional.

Fine, he stole me.

Big deal.

I know how to survive, and I’m not above playing dirty to win.

He’s all brawn and fury, but there’s something in his gaze that stirs me—a weakness I can exploit or, worse, a temptation I can’t afford.

Either way, he’s underestimated me.

And that’s his first mistake.

Dracoth

Her defiance enrages me, yet I cannot look away.

Alexandra is a distraction, an infuriating puzzle—a soft voice in the abyss of my rage.

Every moment with her threatens to shatter my resolve for revenge.

Krogoth must die! He killed my father, marked me with shame, and stole my glorious destiny.

My claws ache to tear out his spine, but how can I destroy my enemy without losing myself to the human who’s unraveling my very soul?