Wait, what do you mean I'm that arrogant oversexed egotist's MATE? Prince Ral of the House of Nightclaw, Duke of Some Random Planet, Lord Master Stud may be the handsomest prince in the universe. But that doesn't mean he can tell me what to do. I'm a military pilot with higher orders; get Prince Arrogance out of enemy territory and back to where he belongs. His Royal Cockiness wants to go back to save his people left behind. I won't disobey my chain of command, of which he has no part. Now the savage beast that lurks under the prince's chiseled god-like body is toying with me, thinking I'll succumb to his demands, his prevarications and flirtations. The werewolf prince may be used to getting what he wants. But I can't let him; my honor, my career and the fate of three intergalactic empires is at stake. I have to hold out against the wolf before he truly takes command...of more than my ship. He is not my prince, not my alpha, and sure as he--