The Yautja's Mark

Crash. Survive. Do not become prey.

For Specialist Romilda Kross, a hardened soldier of the elite Vantaris regime, mission parameters are a priority. But when her ship undergoes a catastrophic crash landing onto an unmapped death world, things become much more complicated.

The jungle is a suffocating forest of deadly monsters, but they are nothing compared to the nightmare that tracks her from the canopy.

He is an eight-foot monument of brass armor, lethal wrist blades, and terrifying predatory instinct. He is not kind. He is not soft. And he is absolutely not gentle with his prey.

Captured and stripped of her weapons, Remi is dragged into the dark of a mountain cave, bound with biting wire to a stone pillar. There is no communication between them. No shared language. Only a silence broken by rhythmic clicks and low guttural rattles behind his mask.

But Remi won't go down without a fight.

She resists with every ounce of her training, throwing her fists, her boots, and her fury against his unyielding armor.

They are opposites in every way, but when an ambush forces them to work together, their violence turns into a perfect synchronization.

And beneath the blinding glare of the planet's dual suns, the thin line between enemy and friend burns away.

Every interaction is a collision of teeth, claws, and breathless defiance, yet neither of them can seem to stay away.

A connection grows, and suddenly the roaring, primitive heat between them demands total surrender of her body.

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Alien Romance 18+
A short story
Enemies to Lovers