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CHAPTER 1

ADRIAN

I watchas the widow saunters out into the backyard with a large pitcher of lemonade and five cups for the boys. She’s wearing Daisy Dukes and a crop top that shows off her perfect midriff and that tantalizing pierced belly button.

Mitch nudges me. “Wonder what else is pierced.”

“I just want that lemonade,” Tim says, licking his lips as he looks at her.

We’ve been staying in her guest house, pretending to be five construction workers while we renovate her pool and backyard. It was her idea we stay here; the minx insisted when Cole mentioned the first day we got here that the motel we were staying at was infested with bed bugs—though it’s not all true. When we arrived on this planet, a scent luring us down to sunny California, we sought out the one that would complete our pack, the one that would make us whole. The scent led us straight to Josie.

My pack wants nothing more than to breed this woman. We want to make her ours forever. Fill her with our seed and complete the family that we so desperately need. I want nothingmore than to come inside her and shove my seed so far up into her that this sweet Southern belle will breed.

“Sweet” is an understatement when speaking about Josie Deveraux. She’s like sweet tea, tangy and full of sugar, with a Southern accent and shiny honey-blond hair. She’s in her late thirties; at least, that’s what we gathered when she mentioned she had a daughter in college but was young when she had her. From what we’ve been able to infer, she was married to an older man who died not too long ago.

As hammer aliens, the only thing we’ve ever known about Earth was that our form of hammers are much like a tool humans use. Our kind has been around for centuries; it is believed that a hammer alien came down to Earth once and inspired humans to make such a tool. When we realized our mate was on Earth, we had to research the planet. Jake decided what better way than watching television and movies that depict human women in today’s world? His favorite wasSex in the City. He wanted a girl like Samantha. I wanted someone like Charlotte. But Josie—she’s none of them. She’s all sweet and wholesome, yet I can sense the dirty slut hiding beneath her sugary smile. I sense it in the way her nipples perk up and her eyes wander over our muscles.

For our kind, we’re young. In human years, we’re thousands of years old, but for us, we’re the equivalent of twenty-five. I can tell that she’s wary of our age gap. She looks at us like we’re something to eat, and yet, when one of us flirts with her, she brings up how we’re so close in age to her daughter. She once mentioned to Cole that her daughter needed a nice, quiet man like him. Not like the big loud jerk the young girl is dating.

“How y’all doin’?” she asks in her Southern accent.

She told us she moved to California a few months ago and wanted to redo the whole backyard, which was an absolute trainwreck. The first time we met, she looked the five of us upand down and said, “The house is lovely, though. Would you like to see the inside?”

Boy, did we, but we knew better. If we went inside that house and gave in to her lustful gaze, we were definitely not going to be able to control ourselves. Not with a little omega like her, and when it wasn’t her heat.

I can smell the scent of her heat rising, and my hammer dick wants nothing more than to pound her. We’ve been here for a month, and though full moons have come and gone, this one is the one that we’ve been waiting for. It’s the one that will drive her mad with need for a good hammering. My pack feels it, too. The sweat pouring down their skin isn’t all from strenuous working. They’re needy like me.

My pack and I aren’t biologically related. We’re bonded as mates—the five of us, Mitch, Cole, Tim, Jake, and I—and we should be happy to be together. But we’ve known someone has been missing throughout our years together. The omega who would keep us all together. The one who would complete our family, the family none of us ever had before we found each other. Orphans, all of us; we grew up in a colony that separated children by their kind, and we were put to work at a young age to help alien kind build their spacecraft. Once we grew old enough to be released from the child labor colony, we felt the pull to each other. It wasn’t a brotherly pull but the pull of a pack. A love like no other.

Alphas don't necessarily have to be in packs, but some feel a connection and a mating bond with more than their omega. That’s us. We fuck and love and are committed. But still, the yearning for our omega is strong, and would bring us the happiness we’ve wanted since childhood. A family. We’ve searched the galaxies for the right one, and our instincts have led us to planet Earth.

Josie looks at us expectantly after setting down the lemonade on her patio table and says, “I brought some lemonade. It’s a hot one today. I swear I’m meltin’. Can I get you boys any snacks or anything?”

“We’re good, ma’am, just finishing the brick outline of the pool,” Jake says with a tight smile. He hates when she calls us boys. It drives him nuts, and makes him think that’s why she hasn’t made a move. But Tim thinks it’s because she’s shy. I think it’s because she has no idea what she’s getting into. She’s merely human, after all—well, as human as an omega can be—and has no idea what we are.

Most humans aren’t a part of the alpha-omega world. They’re all betas, but some with alien DNA tend to become an alpha or omega. Human omegas have different anatomy than most humans: they can take knots, and they can take cocks that are bigger than they could ever dream. They have heats like most omegas and alphas, and if they don’t find their mate during their heats, they will suffer, needing session after session of sex to get through, or else they’ll feel like they’re going crazy. Their sex lives until they meet an alpha, if they ever do, are probably subpar, and from the way that Josie looks at us, she’s hungry for a good fucking.

“Oh, please don’t call me ma’am, you make me feel so old. I’m only thirty-eight! I’m a spring chicken, according to my mama. Even though my daughter thinks I’m older than dirt in dog years.”

We all laugh because there’s no way she looks any sort of old.

“Well, I would love a glass of your lemonade,” Jake says, walking over and taking a cup. He pours it and sips, then makes a sexy grumbly noise. “Fuck, that’s good. Excuse my language, miss.”

“Please, call me Josie. And thank you. It’s my own recipe.” She smiles. “You just need to add the right amount of sugar to it. Sugar is everything.”

“I love some good sugar,” Tim says, taking a cup himself, and she can’t help but blush.

My mouth quirks up without my approval, and I watch as my mates all get glasses full of lemonade and praise Josie.

“Would you like one, Adrian?”

“I’m not too thirsty at the moment.” I point to the pool. “Have a lot of work to do.”

“Oh.” She seems put out about this and takes a step back. “Well, I’ll just be in the house. Please tell me if you need anything. I’ll be ordering pizza for y’all tonight. There’s this great little place I heard of, and I’m dyin’ to try it.”

“Sounds good,” I look back at the pool, trying not to think about how my knot feels heavy and my need is consuming me. I’m starting to sweat at the thought of her.

“I’ll be inside if you … need anything.” There’s a hint of something in her tone that makes me think that “anything” has absolutely nothing to do with the construction project.

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