Page 13 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers

“Is that true? Lifetimes?” Her shoulders eased, some of the tension falling away as she leaned closer. “No wonder we haven’t met any aliens yet. I mean…unless I just did.”

The waffles arrived at that point, and we settled in to eat, conversation fading for a bit until we’d all made headway on our breakfasts.

“What do you think?” Amaris asked, picking up her coffee cup. “I don’t suppose you have waffles on your planet.”

“True. We have something more similar to your pancakes, so we make those at home.” Tylan took another bite. “How do they get all these squares on this?”

“You come all the way from another galaxy and can’t figure out waffles?” Amaris giggled. “I’m not sure, but that makes you more believable. They have a sort of a machine called an iron, and you pour batter on the bottom side and then lower the top one. It bakes to fill the holes in the plates, and I am not doing well here explaining.”

“No, I think I understand.” It kind of made sense. “So you can only get these in restaurants because of the specialized equipment.” I was enjoying the conversation enough that I wasn’t as aware of how ill I felt, and just being close to her gave me hope. Not just that I could survive but that with our mate, we could thrive.

“Oh no. They sell waffle irons all over the place. We could buy one online and try making waffles sometime if you want.”

“What a great idea.” Tylan pushed his empty plate away and grabbed his phone. “Let’s do that now.” He unlocked it and handed it to Amaris. “Where should we buy it?”

“There are a lot of choices, depending on if you want to spend a lot of money or not.”

“We want the best.”

I sat back and watched my bond mate and our female go back and forth on which waffle iron to buy. They looked at different sites and argued the merits, even managed to get the restaurant cook to come out and give advice. In short, although I was running low on energy, it was the best morning of my life.

She hadn’t agreed to come over, much less mate us yet, but if she did, we’d have a great time together. And if she didn’t…well, I couldn’t think about that.

Finally, she agreed to at least come over, with the understanding she would tell someone exactly where she was going so she felt safe. I couldn’t wait!

Chapter Thirteen

Amaris

Jenny and Rex were more than happy to help with my safety. They got Rex’s mom to come watch the twins and they followed me over to Tylan and Farsel’s house.

A lot weighed on this date.

More than a lot. This date was a matter of life or death to Farsel. I had more to learn about the ways they differed, but this was the main way.

Farsel, if I didn’t agree to be their mate, would die.

And somehow, they wanted me not to factor that in when making a decision about mating with them.

Yeah, right.

I got out of the car and checked my outfit. I wore a casual dress and had a cardigan over my arm in case it got chilly. Jenny and Rex got out after me. They would stay outside the house until I told them to leave—in person.

They really were good friends.

“Text me something every fifteen minutes, Amaris. I swear, if it goes to sixteen minutes, I’m coming in,” Jenny asserted. She and Rex knew everything. The alien part hadn’t shocked them as much as I expected it to.

“Yes. Got it, boss.” We laughed.

They got back in the car, and I made my way to Tylan and Farsel’s door, my stomach a bundle of nerves.

It felt like walking toward my destiny.

Before I reached the door, Farsel opened it with a smile on his face, but the rest of him screamed death and sickness. He was far paler than that morning, and the happiness didn’t reach his eyes. They’d lost some of the brightness. His life was in my hands.

“Good evening, Amaris. You look more beautiful every time I see you.”

“Thank you.”

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