Page 10 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers

“Tell you what?” Tylan asked.

“Tell me something you didn’t put on the app. Tell me everything.”

“You have to promise not to make a fuss.”

Chapter Ten

Tylan

We were as nervous as cats on a roof made of barking dogs as we got ready to meet our mate at the “diner.” Although we had been on Earth for a number of years, there were so many concepts and words that we still weren’t familiar with. The location Amaris wanted to meet us at was one of those things. And although it was a morning meet, we had no idea whether it was a casual or more formal place, so we looked it up on Google.

“Looks like it’s a casual-dining restaurant with large portions of fried foods.” Farsel nodded in satisfaction. “We will have our fill.”

He looked so much better than he had the morning before. Of course, until the mating actually happened, we wouldn’t be out of the woods. I said “we” because while I did not suffer from the sickness, if our mate rejected us, I would not only miss her for the rest of my life, but Farsel would likely die, leaving me without anyone from home or who was close to my heart. Life would go on, here on this planet, and so would I, but bowed in grief.

And I might never leave, even if the opportunity arose, because it would mean leaving them both behind. It made no sense, really, but no matter. My bond mate and my mate were my immediate family, all the others more distant, even if I was on the same planet with them. And I would not burden them with my lifelong grief.

“About ready?” Farsel looked in the hallway mirror and unbuttoned one button on his shirt then fastened it again. “Which is better?”

He was so serious I couldn’t help but laugh. “Your choice. I am not the female to be aware of your attributes. Just leave it as it is, and we’ll go.”

We climbed into our car, a 4-wheel drive we’d chosen for practical reasons. In our tenure here, we’d traveled widely, often by air carrier, but for anywhere within a few hours or so, we chose to drive. “Remember when we first steered this vehicle around?” I said, an image of that day, only our third on the planet, filling my mind. “Weren’t we a danger.”

“Very different from the hover cars, as we soon learned.”

“You said why bother, we wouldn’t be here long enough to make use of the skill,” I mused. “We thought we’d be long home by now.”

“We did. Well before the time for mating.” Farsel buckled his belt and leaned back. “If that had happened, would I have sickened and died?” He paled. “If our mate was here?”

“I don’t know if there is only one possibility. Have you ever met anyone whose mate was from another world?”

I considered. “Not personally, although I heard of one from a friend of a friend once.”

“Maybe if we were home, there would have been a different mate…but I can’t imagine someone more right for us. She’s truly the one.”

I agreed. Amaris, the female we would be meeting in an hour or so, was perfect. The one. I knew that from the moment I saw her image on the app, without question. And with each mile, as we sat lost in our own thoughts, I prayed that she felt the same about us. She might not be bound by the same mating instincts we were.

“Look, there it is.” Farsel pointed off to the side of the highway up ahead. Right by the road, as the guidance system indicated. “That’s a big sign.”

“We could not have missed it,” I agreed, relieved. The system was not perfect, and more than once, we’d ended up somewhere other than we intended. It had been built by our own scientists, and we’d been warned that the atmosphere of another world could interfere with the operation. “We shall take this drive to exit to the smaller byway.”

“Do you think she’s there now?” Farsel pressed his face to the side window. “Sipping coffee and thinking of us?”

“She might be.” I pulled into the parking lot beside the diner and parked. “But we’re a few minutes early.”

We went inside and looked around, but there was no sign of our mate yet, so we requested a table right at the front, hoping to see her arrive. The serving person came with a steaming pot of coffee, something it seemed every human liked. An acquired taste, but we had grown to welcome its bitterness on our tongues.

We told the serving person that we would wait to order our meal when our female got there.

“Female?” His brow furrowed. “If you both have a woman, she might not appreciate being called that.”

“No? Why not?” Farsel asked.

“If you have to ask, you’re hopeless,” the young male said and went off shaking his head.

“What if she doesn’t come?” Farsel spoke the question that occupied my mind as well. “Maybe she’s changed her mind and doesn’t want to meet us.”

“Turn your gaze outside the window.”

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