**The dominant alpha alien Prince Kozus has chosen me as his personal translator. What could go wrong?** Prinze Kozus is an Aegir warlord. That means he’s big, he’s blue, and he’s dangerous. His sharp claws and even sharper horns are lethal weapons. And the masculine brute wants me to be his assistant. No way. The alien prince is not impressed by my protests. Aegir warlords always get what they want, he tells me. And this hot warlord wants me. While I’m trying to fend off the demanding alien brute, I stumble upon a dark secret that changes everything. Can Prince Kozus and I stop fighting long enough to save both our species?