Bought by the Warlord

Sera Voss was a hydroponics tech until the Vhal took her station. Now she's lot 44 on a war moon, and three warlords have pooled their credits to buy her. Kaelith wants the schematics in her head. Vorr wants a translator for his slave crews. Thane wants an heir for a clan line that's already dead — he just doesn't know it yet. Sera bargains instead: one season of work, then a ship and her freedom. The triptych agrees, each certain the others will break her first. They don't. She learns their language, their politics, their beds. She finds the gene vaults and the lie the whole moon is built on. And when the council comes, she's offered her freedom papers — and burns them. Because the war moon needs a consort who chose it. And Sera Voss chooses all three.