She was a salvage operator, patrolling the depths of deep space. He was a professional consort to royalty, built like a Neanderthal. Twice her width and twice her weight, his six-pack abs had six-pack abs. She knew, because she’d seen them. It really was kind of too bad they didn’t get along. Note: Originally published as part of the Alien Alphas anthology, Her Consort is a short, enemies to lovers romance. If dominant heroes and kink sex offend you, please don't purchase this story.