Claimed by the Alien: A Scifi Alien Romance (Fated Mates of the Titan Empire Book 6) by Tammy Walsh

Author:Tammy Walsh [Walsh, Tammy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-01T16:00:00+00:00

I entered our new apartment. It was at least five times larger than our previous one. My honor guard followed me in. I told them to wait outside. They bowed and left.

“Bowing guards,” Hazel said, shaking her head. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.”

She was bent over the dining table, pouring something from a pot into a bowl.

It looked too heavy for her. I rushed over to take it from her. She let me, before turning back to the cooker and retrieving something from the oven.

“You’ve been cooking?” I said.

She dumped a tray of bread on the tabletop. It smelled sweet and delicious.

“I figured I ought to do something useful while I’m here,” she said. “How did the battle plans go?”

“Fine. We came up with the final plans. We’ll attack tomorrow.”

Hazel nodded and removed the lid from another pot. Steam billowed from it. I could smell its contents from across the room.

“Is this Earth food?” I said.

“It’s called a roast. It’s a pretty big meal.”

There was a large roasted pluarch, slices of hexadodron meat, a pot full of steamed vegetables, and some sort of brown sauce.

It looked delicious and my mouth was already salivating.

“The ingredients are a little different from what I’m used to,” Hazel said. “Hopefully it won’t taste too bad.”

“If it tastes half as good as it smells, it’ll be great.”

“Go get washed up. Then we can eat.”

I did as she asked and returned to the dining table.

“Would you like something to drink?” I said.

“What do we have?” she said.

“Pretty much anything you could want. Wine?”

She nodded. I brought over a bottle of red and poured two glasses. She sipped on it and smacked her lips.

“It’s good,” she said.

We sat down to eat.

Was this what living with her would be like? I wondered. Ordinarily, my cooks made my meals for me. I couldn’t cook at all. I wondered how my cooking staff would feel about having Hazel working alongside them.

Knowing Chef, he wouldn’t take it too kindly.

Chef.

His helpers.

The guardsmen.

They were the closest thing I had to friends.

Who was I kidding?

They were my friends.

I tasted every ingredient before I settled down to stuff myself with my favorites.

In the morning, the battle would begin. I wouldn’t eat anything for breakfast. It was always better to fight on an empty stomach. Especially when chances were good you wouldn’t survive. Being hungry put your instincts on high alert.

“Make sure to save some space,” Hazel said. “I made apple strudel and custard.”

Now she tells me.

I chuckled. I wasn’t sure my stomach could take it.

Hazel said, “I thought it was a good idea for you to have a nice meal before…”

She let the sentence hang. She didn’t like the idea of me heading off to battle.

I reached across the table and held her hand. Her face was fraught with frown lines.

“Everything will be all right,” I said.

“I hope so,” she said. “I only just met you. I don’t intend on letting you go just yet.”

“And you won’t.”

“I wanted to speak to you about tomorrow.

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