One moment Melachine is crossing the street, and the next she’s crashing into the male of her dreams. He’s built like a warrior of old, with the most perfect lips imaginable. And he won’t let go. She stares up, up at him in awe, because she can see her unborn offspring in his harsh hazel eyes. “I am Kroga of Seventy-Five,” he rasps. “Who is the manager of your line?” Her eyes widen. Should she tell this male who she is, and allow him to offer for her hand? Or should she run away? Because, everyone knows Kroga is nothing but trouble . . . * * * Note: This is a short story set in the Alien Bounty Hunter’s world. It can be read after "Syrin’s Mate" or can instead be used as a prequel introduction to the series.