Seeran never lost control. Responsible for the security of his clan and warlord, he couldn't afford distraction or attachment. Then, on a Terran beach, he stumbled upon a male assaulting a female. The ice that ran through his veins turned to fire. The frightened female is his mate. Whatever control he'd possessed snapped in a moment of recklessness, and he hoped that was all he'd lost. Hazel shouldn't desire the terrifying alien. She'd just escaped a disastrous marriage with a violent man, so how could she fall for a growling soldier who punched first and asked questions later? Why did his arms feel like the safest place in the universe? Her gut said to trust Seeran, but her intuition had failed her so many times before. HEA—no cheating and no cliffhangers.