I’m supposed to be taking rulership of my planet when I find myself sneaking aboard an off-worlders’ ship.
It’s just my bad luck the last known shol male is a compatible mate, when being with him could jeopardize my entire species. I am a ruler, and it is my clan duty to mate for survival . . . not love. He can’t be mine if I wish to protect my planet from invasion.
I can’t keep him, but my mating loh react to his touch, and everything in me wants him to be mine.