Page 37 of Alien Prince

As Raif leads us back to the main chamber, he glances over his shoulder with a smirk. “You know, your dad is so not going to like any of this. I'm so dead.”

Gemma rolls her eyes but can't help a small smile. “You always say that. Yet here you are, still alive and kicking.”

He chuckles, his tone lightening the tension. “Yeah, well, it's only because I'm so charming. But seriously, if he finds out about this, I'm blaming you.”

“Of course you will,” Gemma replies, shaking her head.

We arrive in the main chamber, and Vitus is waiting, a sly, knowing smile playing on his lips.

“I see you two had some... quality time together,” Vitus says with a raised eyebrow, his tone a mix of resignation and amusement. “While I can't say I'm thrilled, I suppose it was inevitable.” He clears his throat, clearly uncomfortable but trying to maintain his composure. “Now, let's focus on the matters at hand, shall we?”

Gemma and I exchange awkward glances, our cheeks flushing as we shift uncomfortably. I scratch the back of my neck, while Gemma fiddles with the hem of her shirt, both of us trying to avoid Vitus's knowing gaze. It's impossible to ignore the sheer absurdity of the situation—the man who locked me up not long ago is now fully aware that I’ve had the audacity to bed his daughter. Now, I’m positive he’s going to shoot me. I don’t think he’ll kill you, but I’ve never seen him like this.

Oh goody, I get to be the guinea pig to test whether or not your dad will murder your boyfriend—

Mate. Her response and claim as my mate has the stars under my shirt glowing so brightly beneath my skin that I’m basically a damn rave light show at this point. Strike that as yet another point against me, as her very armed and very dangerous looking father stares at me with a grin that could only be describedas predatory. As Vitus steps closer, my bravado falters for a moment.

“Sir, if I may—”

“You may not,” he interrupts, his grin widening. “But by all means, continue to entertain me,” he says, gesturing to the ridiculous glow of my now milky white, hazy but still transparent skin.

I gulp, feeling the stars beneath my skin pulse almost rhythmically, like a countdown to my imminent demise. “You know, I always thought dying would be less... awkward.” Gemma tries to stifle a laugh. I have no idea what's so funny, but I'm pretty sure I'm just seconds away from dying a painfully slow death, proving once and for all that I am the dumbest celestial to ever exist.

“Gemma, tell your mate to calm the fuck down, he looks like he’s about to explode.” I let out a slow breath that I absolutely knew I was holding in as she entwines our fingers together.

Vitus's expression softens, but his eyes remain sharp as he looks at me. “We have a lot to discuss, your highness,” he says, his tone measured. “I might trust that you care for my daughter, but I need your loyalty.”

He pauses, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing.

“I have questions,” he adds, gesturing for the doors to shut behind us.

And as the door closes behind us, I know this is not the end.

It’s only the beginning.

The End

SPECIAL PREVIEW -Fated To The Alien Enforcer

Sabella

The palace is usually so quiet it’s unnerving, but not today.

Today it is bustling with noise, which wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have a bloody headache from a night of overindulgence.

I swear this skin is wearing thinner by the day. Before long I’ll have to retire her, which is a damn pity. I think she’s rather pretty.

I groan as a loud clanging echoes in the hallway, forcing myself off the chaise if only to investigate what the fuck is actually going on out there.

Is Ky having another one of his ‘I don’t want to rule’ temper tantrums or something?

Except when I open the door, I don’t see Ky anywhere. But what I do see is a plethora of guards running, weapons in hand as shouts echo in the hallway.

Well, that’s odd.

I saunter down the hall, but even in my royal skin, they do not see me. No one ever sees me, not really.

Not unless I am half-naked on top of a table with a boatload of alcohol already in me, with my oversized tits hanging out, thatis. My kind is not meant to be seen the naked eye, not when I am in my true form.

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