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They Weren't Just Hot Aliens; They Were Beast Men Too~~~

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She was just an overworked, underpaid author who fell asleep mid-chapter, only to wake up as a maid in her own novel.

The bad news? She was stuck in the castle of three insanely attractive alien lords—brothers whose powers could crush her without a second thought.

The worse news? In a world where females were considered average at best, she’d somehow made herself the most stunning woman alive.

Now, every jealous (and shockingly hideous) female wants her dead, while the lords won’t stop eyeing her like she’s their next meal. Her “insider author knowledge” should’ve been her golden ticket, but the plot? It wasn’t behaving.

She’d written them as hot aliens who could transform into beasts—snakes, lions, and cheetahs, to be exact. But something about seeing it up close felt…different. 

The predatory gleam in their eyes, the way their movements blurred the line between man and beast—it was intense, overwhelming, and nothing like she’d imagined while typing away at her desk. 

Was this how her characters had always been, or was the world she’d created starting to twist itself into something new?

Was this supposed to happen? Did the world start glitching? Or had her subconscious added “hot alien shapeshifters” without consulting her? 

She didn’t know anymore, and honestly, she was too hungry, sweaty, and irritated to care.

One brother craves her touch like she’s his personal drug. Another seems dead set on breaking her spirit. And the third? He’s got a dark secret that feels like a ticking time bomb, ready to ruin everything.

Thalina thought the lords would be the only males she’d have to mate with, but now? She’s not so sure anymore.

Trapped between the fiery envy of the castle’s women, the deadly allure of three alien lords, and a plotline spiraling out of her control, Thalina’s only goal is survival.

Can she escape her own twisted creation, or is she doomed to live—and possibly die—as the protagonist of a story she never intended to star in?

Claimed by the Alien Lords: An Author’s Transmigration Tale

"I don't like the thought of my female with another."

Her stomach clenched, heat coiling low.

Then his hand slid up her bare thigh.

His fingers grazed her skin like a promise, his palm warm, his grip firm as he squeezed.

Electricity shot through her veins, her nerves short-circuiting as her mind struggled to process the sheer feel of him touching her like this. His thumb traced lazy, taunting circles against her skin, his smirk deepening at her reaction.

She hated how smooth his voice was, how much amusement dripped from it. Like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

Because how was she supposed to function when his hands were right there, when his golden eyes were drinking in every twitch, every shaky breath, like he was memorizing her?

She swallowed hard, forcing her voice to work. "Nothing's wrong."

Chapter 32: Oh Zorath