I fled my $500,000 society wedding in 4-inch heels and a 12-foot tulle train... I thought hitching a ride on an unmarked cargo ship was better than marrying my cheating ex. Until the cargo bay doors hissed open at lightspeed.
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Standing there weren't human smugglers, but two eight-foot-tall horned alien commanders staring at my ruined veil.
"Why is the tiny human female wrapped in white combat netting, Commander?"
"That is not netting, brother. That is ceremonial mating silk. And she chose our ship."
One growls every time another male looks my way. The other smirks and asks if I want him to burn the galaxy to keep me warm. Why choose when both of them consider you their mate?
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