I thought I saw the scarred, alien warrior's heart-stars light up . . . that means he's my mate, right?

Making choices has never been easy. I've been burned before. But when you're surrounded by towering, winged aliens whose hearts literally glow when they've found their 'one', the choice seems made for me.

Only . . . Zyntarr is covered in scars. So many scars that his heart-stars barely shine, no matter how hard I hope. And every time I'm near him, my body betrays me, craving him, wanting him in ways I’m not supposed to—not until I make that choice.

What if I'm wrong about us? What if my heart leads me to him . . . and it ends up breaking both of us?

Contains mature themes.