Lorkin - Alien Matchmaking Agency Minotaur Mates - Book 2 - Chapter 1-16 Overview

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A minotaur smith on the cold outpost of Ceres-9 faces forced alien matchmaking after the Agency returns her from an earlier failed bond. Reputably respectable in the settlement, she has built her life around forged blades and hard-won survival routines, resisting the emotional vulnerability of a “bride program” meant to pair her with the wrong male. With a countdown to compliance and threats tied to her record and status, her choices collide with lingering loyalties, past captivity, and an aching pull toward the one partner who insists she deserves better.

LanguageEnglish

CategoryStory & Novel

FormatPDF

Pages107

Reading Time2 h 45 min

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About Lorkin

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Also by Kate Rudolph

About Kate Rudolph

LORKIN ALIEN MATCHMAKING AGENCY MINOTAUR MATES BOOK 2 KATE RUDOLPH OCEANOFPDF. COM Copyright © 2026 by Kate Rudolph All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. [OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com) CONTENTS About Lorkin Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Also by Kate Rudolph About Kate Rudolph [OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com) ABOUT LORKIN I've been returned by two alien husbands—a genuine achievement on a planet where the men outnumber the women a thousand to one. One more failed match and the Agency ships me back to Earth for good. I crossed the galaxy for a fairy tale, not Lorkin. A scarred gladiator turned blacksmith. Seven feet of soot and muscle, with a scowl that could curdle cider. He's decided humans are fragile trouble and the whole bride program is a mistake—the last male in the settlement who'd ever want a wife. Wanting him would be no issue… if another minotaur hadn’t claimed me. Now I'm matched to the wrong male, aching for the one who keeps telling me to leave for my own good. If I can’t make it work with someone, the only place I’ll be is back on Earth. [OceanofPDF.com](OceanofPDF.com) PROLOGUE LORKIN Metal didn't lie to you. You put it in the fire, you waited, you struck it while it glowed. It became what you made it and nothing else, and it never decided overnight that it wanted to be something different. It never looked at you with its entire face open like the world had ever once kept a promise. I trusted three things on Ceres-9 : The fire, the hammer, and the row of blades along my east wall that no one had ordered and no one would ever need. That was the hope, anyway. If the weapons I forged were needed, our old troubles had returned. I'd hung eleven of them that winter. Short, heavy, balanced for aminotaur's grip, oiled and sleeved and waiting. Remmen called it morbid the one time he saw the rack. Kazan never said anything, which was worse, because Kazan had stood in the same transport hold I had with blood in his eyes, and he knew exactly why a freed man might want a wall of edges between himself and the dark. We'd been slaves once, weapons before we were ever men. The Protos Empire bred us for the pits and penned our women like stock, and when wetore the bars off and took the fleets and bled our way to this cold wet rock, somebody decided we got to be farmers now. Smiths. Citizens. Monsters who filled orders and paid taxes, and danced badly at feasts. Fine. I could be a smith. But I'd watched too many good ones die behind a cage that wouldn't open, waiting on help that didn't come, to ever again bea man with empty hands. Now, I forged blades nobody asked for, and I slept fine. Mostly. I slept fine in the way a man sleeps when he knows where every sharp edge in the building is and can put his hand on three of them between the bed and the door without opening his eyes. The settlement thought I was respectable. Remmen liked to say it at meetings, gesturing at me with his cup: there's Lorkin, he keeps forty workers honest, pays his taxes. He's never any trouble. He meant it as a compliment. He didn't know that the respectability was just the war wearing work clothes. A man who'd been a weapon his whole life didn't stop being one because somebody handed him a forge and a charter and a word like citizen. He just found a shape for it that wouldn't frighten the neighbors. The orderly shop. The tools racked to the inch. That row of blades, oiled and patient, that I told myself was for the others, for the day the gate opened again, when really it was for me,

FAQs

Why is Lorkin being sent back and matched again?

She has already been returned by two alien husbands, and one more failed match will send her back to Earth permanently. The Agency then selects her for an appointment to choose a bride under a compliance countdown.

What is Lorkin’s life like before the Agency selection?

Lorkin forges blades in a carefully ordered shop and is viewed as respectable because she keeps workers honest and pays taxes. Her weapons rack also serves as a personal safety arrangement shaped by her past as a slave and weapons-bred survivor.

What threat does the Agency issue regarding Lorkin’s record?

After the countdown reaches zero, fresh text warns that non-compliance will be noted on her record, with the mayor’s office copied in. The selection is effectively enforced as official policy.

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