One hundred and seventy-one days have passed since I crashed on this desolate planet, with only a trash-talking computer and a shaggy dog for company.

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But today the stars in the night's sky — stars that belong to a galaxy far from my home — alter.

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A flash of light. A ground-shaking rumble. An explosion.

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And the survivor I pull from the wreckage? Not human.

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I should feel astonished. I should be terrified. I should feel anything but desire for this tall, powerful alien with glittering gold eyes and a melodic voice.

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And when he calls me Omega more than desire stirs in my belly. Strange new sensations as alien as his commanding ways.

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Perhaps he is my way off this planet.

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And perhaps I am exactly what he’s been searching for.