Alien Primal’s Claim by Athena Storm

We’re stranded on a distant planet with a bunch of horned caveman aliens.
If our situation didn’t make me cry, I’d be laughing at it.
But the truth is, we’re dying.
Our ship crash landed.
We have no food.
Half of us have already died.
The other half are next.
The only hope?
These brutish, caveman aliens called the Drokan.
They’re warriors.
They hunt their food.
Kill their prey. Fight amongst each other.
Their sweat glistens in the sun as they use their caveman bodies to smash things and cook them.
They’re animals. Beasts. Brutes.
And they’re coming for us.
They think that because we crashed onto their world we’re their fated mates.
That they can just pick whichever of us they fancy and throw us over their shoulder.
Take her back to their cave or tree or mountain or whatever.
And claim us.
Then protect us.
Feed us. And make us have their babies.
Well…you know what?