Pregnant by the Black Star Warlord

He tore open my cage. Now an empire wants the child I’m carrying.

When alien traffickers steal me from my colony ship, I wake strapped inside a pod, classified as reproductive stock.

Then Rhazek Vonn tears through the door.

Seven feet of horns, claws, and barely controlled violence, he gets me out alive. His doctor patches me up. His living warship practically adopts me. And the most dangerous male I’ve ever met seems determined to make himself useful.

I should be figuring out how to leave. Instead, I’m discovering what happens when I touch his horns.

His markings ignite beneath my fingers. Something ancient recognizes us. And a bond neither of us understands leaves me carrying a child neither of us thought possible.

His child. The heir everyone suddenly wants to claim.

The council calls me a carrier. His enemies see a way to bring a warlord to his knees. I survived one cage, and I refuse to trade it for another—even one built around a throne.

But Rhazek is making it dangerously easy to imagine staying. To want his hands on me. To believe we could have a future beyond the people hunting us.

Now his enemies are coming for our child.

And the warlord who learned to be gentle with me has no intention of being gentle with them.