Alien Commander's Chosen by Celia Kyle & Erin Tate

Author:Celia Kyle & Erin Tate [Kyle, Celia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pronoun

Joyce pasted yet another smile on her face, ignoring that no one returned her silent greeting. Each time she stepped from the room she had to remind herself that she wasn’t surrounded by Terrans. Doshans wouldn’t smile back and they sure as heck weren’t pretending they were happy.

Frowns. Frowns everywhere.

If it wasn’t a frown, it was pure terror.

Then again, she imagined that was due to Kede and his Kerosa thing.

Honor Challenge.

Over her.

She shook her head. Why fight—to the death—over a Terran turned slave, turned harae, turned Doshan, turned harae?

Her varying statuses and how quickly they’d changed gave her a headache.

At least a couple of things remained the same-ish. Like before, she padded toward the dining hall to help Yare. Later she had a learning session with Resane, and at some point she’d have official testing to determine her aptitude and position in Doshan society.

Almost thirty and she had to endure SAT testing. Again. Ugh. Well, the SATs plus eye exam. She’d never been assigned a job because of her eye color before. Weird. Then again, being suddenly Doshan was weird, too.

The dining hall panels slid wide and she strode through without hesitation, one destination in mind. As always, the conversation hushed as she passed, only to resurge the moment she left the vicinity.

Instead of snapping at them, reminding each male she was a Doshan like everyone else, she kept walking. Nothing good would come of arguing with the males.

She padded past another table of men, their attentions on their meals. How sad was it that she was relieved they hadn’t noticed her?

Very. Very, very sad.

Her steps quieted by the biopad, she continued on her path, winding around bolted down tables and randomly scattered chairs. She inwardly sighed as she tucked one to the side. Terran or Doshan, a male couldn’t put the seat back where they’d found it.

Even better, there was a half-eaten plate of food resting nearby.

Men. Blech.

Joyce leaned across the polished surface and snagged the nearly empty tray. She dragged it toward her and stood, gripping the metal in her hands. She turned, ready to resume her trek, and squeaked when she came face-to-chest with one of the ship’s males.

She pasted a smile on her face, one that was cordial, but not welcoming. She was to start her shift with Yare and didn’t have a lot of time to chat. Then again, this was the first male who’d even approached her. Should she rush him off so quickly?

Bright light she’d love to have a conversation with someone other than Resane or Yare.

Her new reality included Doshan males. If she wanted a mate, a family, it required one of the large men with more muscles than sense. Okay, that wasn’t fair. So far, Kede was the only man she’d encountered who had more muscles than sense.

And damn, he had a lot of muscles. Yum.

The man before her squirmed and she realized she’d been staring without saying a single word.

“Oh, sorry.” She fought the blush warming her cheeks. “Is this your tray?” She turned to place it on the table once again.

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