His by Luna Kingsley

I hated him from the moment I set eyes on him. Now, he’s my only hope.
No woman in her right mind would sign a contract for a year in the underground mines of Zimanthi, but I need money and the job pays like a hacked slot machine. Besides, the other women on my transport seem pleasant, even if they all look as nervous as I feel. It can’t be that bad, right?
It’s worse.
The planet is a hot, sandy hellhole. The food tastes like sawdust, our lodgings are a joke, and the work is backbreaking. My resentment festers.
Especially when I feel his eyes on me.
Haikon, the Zimanthi leader, eyeballs my sweaty curves as he works beside me in the sweltering tunnels. His lust disgusts me. The Zimanthi mine-owners are one step above beasts. They show no trace of refinement, manners, or tenderness.
The lovestruck alien is the least of my worries when Grockori raiders materialize from the sky and overrun the mines. My dreams of a family reunion on Earth evaporate as they claim us human women as slaves and load us onto their ship. Haikon watches from the shadows as the engines roar to life and lift us into the sky. The determination on his face calms me.
I couldn’t wait to be free of him. Now, I pray Haikon finds me.