A human woman refuses to pick between the two alien dragon-shifters she had fallen in love with—but will her love be enough to save them?
One woman. Two warriors.
Will her love be strong enough for both?
Dr. Audrey Richards has spent her life thriving in chaos. As an emergency room physician, she thought she’d seen it all—until she’s taken aboard an alien warship and claimed by a powerful warrior who insists she is his true mate.
Gunner Rhyzor never expected to find his mate in the middle of a mission. The moment he sees Audrey, he knows—his dragon and symbiot know—she is theirs. But his joy turns to confusion… and then something far more dangerous… when another warrior is drawn to her. A warrior he trusts with his life.
Tandor Zaydrik, Chief Medical Officer of the *Horizon*, has always put duty above all else. He understands better than most the toll of living without a true mate—and the fragile balance it brings to a warrior, his dragon, and his symbiot. The last place he expected to find his own was aboard a warship. The worst part? She already belongs to another.
Caught between two powerful warriors—each claiming her, each willing to sacrifice everything for her—Audrey faces an impossible choice. But what if she refuses to choose?
In a world where bonds are absolute and loyalty is everything, Audrey may risk more than her heart… She may change the rules entirely.
“Do you know how to heal?” the man asked, taking another step forward.
A shiver of unease ran through Audrey. She hated lying, but if it saved her life, she wouldn’t have any issue denying who she was.
“There are plenty of doctors inside the hospital. I’m heading home. It’s been a really long day. If this is an emergency, call 911. They can help you,” she said, silently unzipping her purse and sliding her hand inside. “I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
The man shook his head.
“It is not for me. It is for the two human women who have been tortured. They are near death. They need a human healer, preferably a female.”
“Tortured?”
Audrey’s voice faded as her throat closed. Every survival instinct screamed at her to run. Every doctor’s instinct froze on two words: tortured women. Somewhere beneath the fear, the physician in her had already begun asking questions she could not afford to ask.
Then the man took another step toward her, and survival won.
Light from the lamppost caught on his facial features. She stiffened, her eyes widening. Either the guy had some major cosmetic surgery done, worked for a movie studio, or—
Her mind shut down on the last thought because it was too far out there, even for her exhausted brain. He was taller than any man she had ever met, muscular, and had long black hair pulled back at his nape. His skin was a deep tan where she could see it through the black military-style clothing he was wearing, but what stood out the most was his eyes.
They glowed with a ring of gold.
Coming soon.
