Fated mates don't always meet cute. Sometimes they meet in shipping containers. One simple never open the cargo. Too bad I've never been good at following rules. Now I'm psychically bonded to Jhorn—a devastatingly gorgeous alien who was supposed to be delivered to some corporate client, not accidentally freed by a broke courier with terrible impulse control. He's touch-starved, protective, and way too good at making me forget why getting attached is dangerous. The problem? ApexCorp wants their "property" back, and they're not picky about collateral damage. We're running out of fuel, credits, and places to hide. But every time those tentacles wrap around me, every electric pulse that sends pleasure racing through our bond, I care a little less about the bounty on our heads and a lot more about keeping him. They made me to bond. They did not make me to choose. But I choose Kaylee—fierce, stubborn, perfect Kaylee who sees me as more than a weapon. Her touch ignites circuits that shouldn't exist. Her laugh makes my tentacles flare like a beacon. Through our bond, I feel her loneliness, her buried need for connection, her growing desire that matches my own. ApexCorp will destroy her to reclaim me. I will not allow this. She thinks I'm the one who needs protecting, but she is precious beyond measure—my light, my anchor, my choice. I was designed for devotion, but what I feel for her transcends programming. And I will burn the galaxy before I let them take her from me. Perfect for fans of accidental bonding, possessive protection, tentacle appreciation, electric everything, and aliens who say "mine" like it's a complete sentence.