Page 16 of Made For The Alien Warrior

“You’re engaged?” a startled voice cried out.

Tiegan whirled around, his eyes widening when he saw Sim-pony standing weakly at the door, her gaze on where Leel was touching him.

Seven

Symphony

Tiegan setthe beautiful stranger away from him as if the woman had a disease.

Symphony glanced between them, breathing out in short spurts. Her body ached even more today than it did yesterday and seeing Tiegan canoodling with some other girl wasn’t helping her mood.

If you’re going to stand guard over me, do it right. What nonsense is this?

The thought blew through her mind and brought a wave of unease with it. She swallowed her irritation because it smelled too much like jealousy. And Symphony wasnotjealous. She just met this alien yesterday! What right did she have to feel entitled to his attention?

With a calming breath, she shook off her astonishment and smiled at the lovely couple.

And they truly were lovely. Especially Tiegan.

In the morning light, he looked ten times hotter than her first impression made him out to be. With his blue, leathery skin, long tail and chiseled physique, he could land the cover of an alien magazine.

He had the stoically charming face of a soft-spoken celebrity with the abs to boot. Ofcourse, someone already had him locked.

During their discussion yesterday, Sara said three other women had joined the Plutonians. Since females were in such short supply, they tended to pair up quickly.

“Hi,” the gorgeous woman said, tossing her wavy hair over her shoulder, “you must be Symphony.” Her big brown eyes slid over Symphony’s hunched figure. “Are you okay? Are you in pain?”

“You should be resting,” Tiegan said in a hard voice.

“I rested all night.”

He scowled as he took a step toward her.

She moved back, trying to look strong. “You didn’t tell me you were engaged.”

His eyes darted to the other woman and then landed on her. “I am not.”

Symphony scrunched her nose in disbelief.

“I’m Lilliana,” the woman said with a big smile. “But the Plutonians call me Leel.”

“Hi, Leel.” She nodded.

“About our engagement,” Leel slipped her hand around Tiegan’s elbow, “Plutonians do things in a different way. So we’re not technically engaged, but we do have an understanding.”

Her heart throbbed. “I see.”

“Enough talk. Back to the bedding,” Tiegan barked. “You’ve exerted too much energy already.”

“I’m tired of being cooped up in here,” she argued.

“That is not my concern.” He took another step toward her.

Symphony inched away, digging her fingers into her hospital gown. “I’m on an alien planet for crying out loud and I’ve only seen purple rocks hanging from the ceiling and a black lake that tried to gobble me up. I want to go outside. See what this place looks like.”

Tiegan kept advancing on her. Symphony did not have the energy to run, so he easily caught up with her shuffling stride.

“Must you argue with me, female?” he hissed.

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