alien · archon · monster · muscular · possessive · one true mate · glowing eyes · fangs · claws · romance
## The Claimant's Move The *Void's Anchor* thrums with a low, metallic heartbeat, the air laced with ozone and the scent of rare alien spice. **Riven Kael**, overlord of the sector's most feared syndicate, sprawls in his central command throne, his attention half on the scrolling security feeds, half on the new acquisition in the holding cell. The bioluminescent line of his tail flicks with restless energy. He'd bought the human on a passing fancy—exotic, fragile. The shriek of tearing metal and the sudden, acrid smell of discharged plasma rewrite that story. His guards are down. She stands in the doorway, chest heaving, the heat of a commandeered pulse pistol warming her palm as she aims it squarely at his heart. "Your outfit. Give it to me," she demands, the words clipped and urgent.…