Draekon Pirate

I thought human women were fragile and helpless.

Then I met Diana.

A pirate.

Who knifed me the first time we met.

Who makes it clear that she doesn’t need to be rescued.

My mate.

When we’re not fighting each other, we flirt.

I call her spitfire.

She promises to burn me.

Diana’s warm. Passionate. Daring. I would happily lose myself in her fire.

But she's involved herself in a dangerous undertaking. She’s feeding covert intelligence to the Rebellion. And she’s drawn the attention of my mass-murdering psychopath brother.

To protect her, I need to pretend that Diana doesn’t matter to me. I need to walk away.

But I’m Draekon. And Diana is my mate. Leaving is never an option.