Responsible for the security of his clan and warlord, he couldn't afford distraction or attachment. Then, on a Terran beach, he stumbled upon a male assaulting a female. The ice that ran through his veins turned to fire. The frightened female is his mate.
Whatever control he'd possessed snapped in a moment of recklessness, and he hoped that was all he'd lost.
Hazel shouldn't desire the terrifying alien. She'd just escaped a disastrous marriage with a violent man, so how could she fall for a growling soldier who punched first and asked questions later? Why did his arms feel like the safest place in the universe?
HEA, No Cheating and No Cliffhangers.