King The Queen and I need an heir. What we didn't expect was to find the missing piece of our soul. After the farm delivers our top picks to inspect, we are drawn to 29. The tiny hooman makes my fangs throb. I can't wait to taste her life force. Queen When I first see 29, the thread snaps in place. Mate. Beloved. Soul tie. I know without a doubt that she will be in our bed by sunrise. The need to consume, cherish, and worship every inch of her makes my wings twitch. 29 My body aches and terror fills me. When I was packed up for transport, I never expected to fall in the arms of two royal alien vampires. They say I'm their mate, their equal. And they plan to show me excatly what that means.