Prison Moon_Warlord's Mate_An Alien Abduction Sci Fi Romance by Lily Graison & Prison Moon

Author:Lily Graison & Prison Moon [Graison, Lily & Moon, Prison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

He hadn’t stopped looking at her since he came back from the waterfall and it was—awkward. At the evening meal she’d avoided eye contact with him in fear of what she’d see. If he acted as if what had happened meant nothing, it would have been soul crushing, but if she saw that same look in his eyes that had been there at the waterfall, then she’d be completely lost, once again sucked in by a hot guy who probably didn’t like her as much as she thought he did. It was a curse. She always picked Mr. Wrong and if anyone fit that description, it was the warlord. So what if he kissed her like she was the only woman on the whole damn planet and he’d die without her tongue in his mouth? History always repeated itself and she didn’t think, just because she was who knew how many galaxies away from Earth, that it wouldn’t happen again. That the men here would be any different. If she had to guess, she’d say they were the same regardless of where you were in the solar system. They were men. They thought with their dicks and she’d have to be proven wrong to believe any different. The warlord was going to hurt her. Maybe not physically but her heart was destined for heartbreak and she knew it was just a matter of time before hers shattered.

The drink the aliens drank that had burned her gut and intoxicated her worse than anything else ever had was overflowing in everyone’s cup again tonight. Vorta was playing his nidi as usual and one of the other aliens had pulled one of the small stools they used to sit on between his legs and was beating on the seat like a drum.

Krista said something to her that she couldn’t hear. She leaned forward, but the girl had just smiled and shook her head as if it didn’t matter.

Jityria stepped up on the dais and handed the warlord his cup. He took it with a nod and much to Marcy’s surprise, Jityria didn’t leave. She sat on the arm of the warlord’s chair as if she’d been asked to do so and nursed her own cup of alien juice, as Sara had called it.

The merriment grew and more drinks flowed. Marcy had actually started to enjoy herself for the first time since arriving in camp until she turned to see Jityria leaned over whispering in the warlord’s ear. She didn’t think much of it at first as the music and laughter were loud, but when the warlord laughed and Jityria smiled and looked her way, something in her chest clenched tight.

What had she said to him? In the entire time she’d been there, she’d never seen the warlord smile, nor heard him laugh. Him doing both while that evil harpy sat beside him let that ole green-eyed monster jealousy, rear his ugly head.

“She’s just trying to get a rise out of you.”

Marcy glanced at Krista briefly before turning her attention back to the aliens who were sparing.

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