Captured by Milana Jacks

Omi:

When an alien shows up down the river, I pick her off and put her in my cave like any other item I store.
Except this alien moves into my nest and forces my transition into a male. There’s only one female who can do that, and after a thousand turns, she has arrived to me.
The problem?
I haven’t taken my male shape in many turns.
I’m practically an animal. A feral bird of prey unfit for a goddess. I can barely walk on these odd two feet.
Well then, I’d better shape up. Shave, bathe in oils, put some jewelry in my hair.
For a goddess has landed in my nest, and the heat marathon waits for no Alpha, not even the king of the Om tribe.

Gwen:
I thought escaping an exploding transport ship was scary.
Then I meet him.
Or, more accurately, he catches me like a falcon snatching a mouse and carries me back to his aerie.
It gets better!
He shifts from a giant bird into something more recognizable. More mouthwatering.
An Alpha male.
He says I am his Omega.
And if I can manage not to freak out, I just might become his goddess of wind and desire.