Never Cuff an Alien: A SciFi Alien RomCom (Vandalar Concubines Book 2) by V. K. Ludwig

Author:V. K. Ludwig [Ludwig, V. K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ink Heart Publishing
Published: 2020-10-21T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

Varac

So… change of plans.

I’ll stay right where I am.

The way I see it, I have two options here. One: growl at Steph twenty times a day for the rest of her life, creating the illusion—

No, no, no. I can’t do that.

Given the way human females react to a Vandalar mating growl, who can tell if there’s lasting nerve-damage or something? What if it gives her a brain aneurysm? Someone should study that shit.

Okay, number two then: help her with the company, create a calm environment for my youngling growing in her belly, and maybe, just maybe, get her to say ‘I love you’ before I growl.

Ah. Now we’re talking.

Steph steps out of the bathroom, her hair so luscious I can’t help but run a finger through it. “Izzy just confirmed there will be three saikhs at the auction. I’ll put them all in the same apartment. What can go wrong?”

Let’s see.

They might start fighting, cutting each other with their tail claws. One might break a horn off while ramming the other for dominance. Vandalar males are territorial. At times, we’re downright aggressive.

I mention none of that and instead say, “They’ll be fine.”

Rising onto her toes, she breathes the sweetest kiss onto my lips before she turns and slips into her shoes. “Let’s go and free some enslaved saikhs.”

We leave our bedroom, finding Celem already waiting by the door. I still hate that prick, but it’s safer this way. Slavers might hit one of us over the head. Two males with intact horns? Unlikely.

“We need to make sure we stay together,” I say as we leave the house and get into the hover car. “It doesn’t get shadier than the live creature holding area.”

It takes less than fifteen minutes for us to reach the trading center, a massive cluster of colorful buildings with blue transportation tubes worming around it. Hundreds of docking stations line the bays, the blinking lights guiding vessels into their bellies.

The moment we step into bay seventeen, the stench of unwashed bodies turns my stomach upside down. Beside me, Celem flinches, rubbing his neck as if to make sure he isn’t collared again.

I jut my chin toward the left hallway. “The viewing area is over there if I remember correctly.”

With each step toward the wire cages arranged in a circle, the smell of sweat turns thicker, the grunts intimidating enough Steph slows her pace. She isn’t prepared for this.

“This is deplorable,” she mumbles, and I can’t help but wrap my arm around her, the distress in her voice causing a dense pressure beneath my sternum. “Please don’t tell me this is where they kept you before Keg’rik bought you?”

Instead of answering, I point toward one of the larger cages. “There. They put all three Vandalar males in the same one.”

It does the trick and distracts her enough she quickly hurries over. When I left Vandalheim, I technically threw myself into slavery, and I refuse to take her sympathy for something I did to myself.

“I am totally walking out

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