Page 8 of Delivered to My Alpha Alien Lovers

“Oh thanks. I guess whatever we ate just didn’t agree with me, then.”

“Liar.” He plopped down in the chair next to the bed and glared at me. “We’ve never been dishonest with one another, and while I was willing to pretend I didn’t know about what might happen to you, now that it’s occurring, don’t try to deny it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The words flowed from my mouth, a betrayal of the bond of friendship and brotherhood we shared. But it was like I couldn’t stop them, the urge to protect my family from even him too strong. From almost birth, I’d been warned not to tell anyone ever of our weakness. “I just need to rest awhile. In fact, I feel fine now. I’m getting up.”

I kicked the blanket away and swung my legs over the side of the bed, standing…too fast.

My friend caught me and steadied me before I could hit the floor. “Now, done lying?”

I opened my mouth to deny it again then snapped it shut and nodded.

“Take a shower and come down to the kitchen for breakfast, and we’ll talk.” He grasped my shoulders and turned me toward the bathroom. “If you think you can manage that?”

“Of course I can.” I shrugged his grip aside and took a step away from him. “But there’s not much to talk about.”

“I’m going to make pancakes.”

My favorite. I went from rigid to slumped over. “Thank you.”

“Whatever happens, I’m here for you, but I think I have the cure for what, as they say on this planet ‘ails you.’”

He couldn’t possibly, but I nodded and headed into the shower. The steaming water helped a bit, and I was able to get dressed and manage the stairs down to the main floor of our home. In the kitchen, there was a tall stack of hotcakes on a plate, another of eggs, and a pot of coffee waiting for me. My stomach growled.

“Sit down and eat, and I’ll talk while you do.”

Since starving held no attraction, I did what he said, and by the time my belly was half filled, so was my heart with hope.

My friend had managed to reach around my mistake and contact our mate. He was going to ask her to meet us.

“I don’t know why I didn’t ask you to give it a shot.”

“Because you thought you were hiding your mating sickness from me.” He added more pancakes to my plate. “Eat up. You need your strength.”

“Who else knows?” Every person who did was a potential danger to my family.

“I’m not sure exactly. My family does, and probably a few others close to yours. And before you ask, we’ve always known. Your secret is safe with us. Right now, our concern is getting you mated before you are too sick to recover.”

“Thank you, friend.”

“Eat. And trust that everything will be all right.”

“I trust that you will do your best to help that happen.” And what more could I do? It was a heck of a lot better situation than I’d awakened to.

Chapter Nine

Amaris

It took only a half dozen messages for me to know Tylan was something special. His bond mate was Farsel and that was the person who had messaged me before, claiming I was his mate. Their pictures matched what I had seen before, and soon they sent me more as the trust between us built. They asked for more pictures of me, but I wasn’t as confident in my body and my beauty as they were.

After all, they looked like tall, lean, tattooed gods. What was there not to be confident about?

I sent them some selfies, but a lot of them were no makeup, hair twisted on top of my head, sitting on my couch ones. If they couldn’t love me in my jammies, then they weren’t worth the effort. Because I spent a good deal of time in my pajamas by choice. Jenny swore I owned more loungewear than regular clothes. I had no argument.

Your profile says shifter but doesn’t tell me what kind? What are you and Farsel? Is it rude of me to ask?

He responded saying it wasn’t rude to ask. He and Farsel wanted to tell me, but maybe it was better if we discussed it in person.

Why? Lol. Are you two elephant shifters or something mystical?

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