Ergebnis für "alpha" in Science Fiction

Brackon: Ich weiß nicht genau, was mich ausgerechnet in den schäbigsten aller Klubs auf der Outlaw-Weltraumstation Leto 5 gelockt hat, aber dann erregt etwas meine Aufmerksamkeit - der hübscheste Mensch, den ich jemals gesehen habe. Sie ist wunderschön und tanzt halb nackt in einem Käfig, sodass auch jeder andere Mann sie gut im Blick hat. Ich rieche, wie gut sie duftet, und die Erkenntnis, dass der Mensch bald schon fruchtbar sein wird, trifft mich wie der Schlag eines vierarmigen Borals.

I'm Lincoln Wade. Jaded genius, obscenely wealthy, capable of violence, and looking for revenge. Molly Masters might have delusions of grandeur. She might see me as some superman capable of cleaning up the scum, filth, and corruption in Cathedral City. But I'm not the hero she's looking for. I'm the dark alley where all her good intentions hide. So be careful what you wish for, Molly Masters. Because you're about to get it.

Being kidnapped by aliens is only the start of Jade's problems. Thankfully, her rescuers, an alien race known as the Clecanians, are willing to protect her, but she has to stay on their planet for one year and respect the rules of their culture - including choosing a husband. Jade refuses at first but decides to play along until she can find a way back to Earth.

Fleeing a life of abuse, Sheri climbs aboard a mail-order-mate spaceship bound for a distant station but never arrives.... Fate intervenes, and her trip takes a quick, deadly turn when she crashes on the planet Atera. She's surrounded by endless sand dunes, dangerous creatures, and alien beings that remind her of Earth lizards. But one particular lizard hardly leaves her thoughts - a sexy, two-legged, muscular male bent on protecting and caring for her at all costs. 

Cyan. One second, I’m battling an overgrown hedge with a pair of clippers. The next, I’m running for my life, positive I’ve stumbled onto a prank reality show set, complete with a towering, red-haired guy in costume who throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing - I’m a big girl, never been thin. Kinre. Horde life is simple. Hunt the enemy, kill the enemy. Then I make a big mistake. Huge. I rescue a helpless human, only to discover this curvy, tempting morsel is an Omega about to send me into a rut.

At the frat party I see a bright light and find myself sitting on a bed with a huge monster looming over me. I'm terrified and, at the same time, there's something about those black eyes, that scent, that purrr that makes me come alive. Horde life is simple. When I find an Omega during a raid, I should deliver her to the compound. If I don't, I'll lose my life, the lives of my horde alphas, and I'll start a full-scale rebellion. And yet, I can't part from her. This one belongs to me.

I had one mission: secure the best obstetrician on Earth to save my people's future. What I didn't expect was the firestorm of resistance, vulnerability, and desire that Dr. Parker ignited in me. As Olivia fights to retain her freedom and I grapple with the awakening of emotions I was never programmed to feel, a fragile alliance begins to form—one born of necessity but threatening to become something far more dangerous. Because in a world where humanity is evolving by design, love might be the most unpredictable force of all.

The sole survivor on a science vessel adrift in deep space, Zeus was adopted by the Emperor and Empress of the Mar'Sani, though he is both human and blind, and seen by most as unfit to join the royal family. Though they were able to repair his vision, Zeus does not trust his eyes and the nobles of his parents' court refuse to ever trust a frail human.

It takes a special kind of Omega to bring an Alpha to his knees. Kind. Sweet. Beautiful. With legs that go on forever, colored eyes, perky protruding nose, funny ears, and...Where was I? Ah yes, I collected one such Omega, and I’m bringing her before my king. I am Tayseer, the Collector, the Legend. And I will deliver my people the queen.

I’ve never known Earth. Or freedom. Both were taken from me when I was too young to remember. But I know exactly what the latest alien scumbags to buy me have in mind, the moment I hear the word “fertile”. Desperation’s the mother of invention, and one easily seduced guard later, I’m escaping to finally live on my own terms. To find my mom, my one connection to a planet I’ll probably never see. The only person who’s ever given a damn about me.

Omega Maya keeps to herself, working the fringes of known space to salvage derelict ships and other resources. She wants nothing to do with Alphas, so when Remy shows up at her current salvage operation, she’s at first displeased. He soon starts to win her over, but when her suppressant stops working, and he realizes she’s an Omega, he’s intent on claiming her. Maya doesn’t want to be any Alpha’s Omega, even Remy’s. Can she enjoy the pleasure he offers without surrendering everything she is and believes in or succumbing to her biological imperative to submit?

When she is released from the stasis she voluntarily entered, the world that greets Emily Harding is far from what she expected. It more closely resembles a post-apocalyptic novel than the rolling green Tennessee hills she’s left behind. Worse than that, it seems that the rule of law is a thing of the past, and that society has devolved into what it was thousands of years ago - feudal tribes warring with each other over precious and rare supplies, which includes females. One type of female in particular. It is raw, unforgiving, and animalistic.

Kate Harper can't believe that a month ago, she was living on Earth, going through the motions of a normal, human life. Now? A seriously sexy, insatiable, alpha alien knocked her up and she's learning how to rule over an entire species with her new mate. As Kate tries to carve out a place for herself on Luxiria--all while pregnant with an alien warrior's baby that loves to kick--there's unrest brewing on the planet and her strong alien mate's authority is challenged. And why can't she shake the feeling that he's hiding something from her?

I'm on a strange planet surrounded by blue aliens and women who clearly have Stockholm syndrome. I'm not content to pump out alien babies and have dinner cooking for my guy after he returns from a long day of hunting and gathering. Independence is great until my solitary exploration leads me right into the hands of a savage, horned alien who barely speaks but has no intention of letting me go. The worst part? His survival skills are actually kind of turning me on. 

The job is supposed to be easy. All I have to do is deliver a spaceship of living cargo to the vile Uldani and they'll release my brother. If I fail, they'll take it out on him. Except the cargo is something I've never seen before - human females. The one called Frankie is beautiful and soft, and I've already spilled blood for her. Now how am I going to save my brother? Because this human female is mine. 

Leigh's career is in ruins, her dreams shattered - and her nights haunted by the memory of a man she shouldn't want. When an exclusive invitation to partake in Mattenburg's annual Masquerade drops through her letterbox, she sees a chance to take back control over her life. If she can find a good scoop, she'll have her job back in no time - and her mind off the stranger who claimed her so completely before disappearing into the night. But gilded invitations don't come for free, and Leigh's about to find out just how steep the price for entering the Masquerade will be....

I never thought being saved from pain, degradation and death could come at such a twisted price. He is nightmares made flesh, the living embodiment of everything I fear. Yet in my darkest hour, he is the one who comes for me. If he demands my submission in return, how can I deny him?

Raven is not one of my kind, but the moment I caught her scent I knew she belonged to me. She is my mate, and when I claim her, it will not be gentle. She can fight me, but her pleas for mercy as she is punished will soon give way to screams of climax as she is mounted and rutted....

From the moment I scent her, I have to have her underneath me. The human female spins and runs straight into my chest. “Oh!” she says but then she stops, frozen as she stares up at me. “Hi.” I, too, am stopped in place. This female is nothing like the others I have seen. She is petite, with long flowing black hair. Her features are as foreign to me as any humans, but for some reason I find her face pleasing.

I want her dead, but for a woman like her there is a far worse fate: She may hate me. She will still be mine.