Page 2 of Sidone

I’m going as fast as I dare, pushing the truck to the max. The girl opens the window and starts crawling out. “What the fuck are you doing?” I’m doing one twenty on a busy highway. From the corner of my eye, I see her legs swing and then hear them thump onto the roof. Holy crap! I’m speeding over one hundred miles an hour with a girl oftheirkind on top of my pickup. If I lose control, she’ll die, and they’ll strap my ass to a pole. I’ve never seen a woman of Regha, but judging by the way the Alphas care for women, I bet they want this one alive and well.

The shooter exits the highway.

I can’t change lanes. She’ll slide right off the roof. I slow down. “Get back inside!” I shout.

Thumping on the roof. “Follow him.”

I slow down some more.

“Faster,” she shouts. “I’m losing the visual.”

I’m doing ninety now and changing lanes, inching toward the right lane, praying to God she doesn’t fly right off into traffic. In the right lane, I barely make the exit. The moment I come to the fork in the road, she tells me to turn left back into the district we came from. There’s nothing out there but Hordesmen. I turn right.

The girl jumps into the car and puts an ax to my throat. I keep driving. Sweat drips from my forehead. Why are their women so violent? No wonder they invaded Earth. We got some nice girls down in San Diego. Good Lord.

“He went this way.” She points. “I saw him turn left.”

“Yes, but it’s a diversion. The Horde is on the streets, strapping people to the poles and creating general mayhem. He won’t go near them.”

“Hm,” she says, puts the axes on her lap not behind her back where them sharp things ought to be put away. “Pull over,” she orders.

I do.

She turns to me, licks her lips.

She’s so… different from anything and anyone I’ve ever seen and I can’t stop staring. She stares back, tilts her head, inhales loudly, and narrows her eyes.

I clear my throat. “Kade Goodman. Hordesmen’s chef, baker of Omega pussy cookies, and maker of the world's finest meatballs.”

She stares at my hand and shakes it, a little harder than I anticipated. “Alpha Sidone. Nice to meet you, Good Man.” She stares at me with those almond-shaped black eyes, and I almost feel her dominance in the pounding beats of my... dick. My cock got a heartbeat. The big vein in my dick pulses, and I go from zero to a raging hard-on in a second flat.

“Mm-hm,” she says.

“Mm-hm what?” My erection? Heat crawls up my cheeks. I’m fucking blushing over here.

From her back, she shrugs off the ax holster and shoves the axes inside, but doesn't put them away, keeps them in her lap. “You a local boy?” she asks.

“I’m twenty-four. Single and available,” comes out of my mouth. There’s something wrong with me. I want to bitch-slap myself.

“I’m twice your age.”

I laugh.Puhlease.

She stares at me as if she’s serious.

Now, I may not know a ton about Regha aliens but I’ve seen the king and the old Horde Alpha on television and those dudes show their age. This woman shows at most thirty.

“Local, then?”

“Born and raised not five miles from here.”

“Excellent. You will guide me through the area until I kill the man who shot at my nephew.”

“Terror is your nephew?”

“My favorite one.”

“This makes you the king’s sister?”

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