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He was my alien handsome prince. He had all but stolen my heart, and I was okay with that. I had a vision of a future together, and it felt fantastic to tap into that side of mystery.

I wanted to see where life would take me if I pursued this kind of intimate relationship with Cyburn that I knew my heart and my body wanted.

The whole situation with him felt like it was moving as fast as a freight train, but it also embodied mystical perfection that completely hooked me straight to him.

ChapterEighteen

CYBURN

“Ihave… something I need to tell you."

"What is it?" Carmela's beautiful wide green eyes stared at me curiously… with a hint of worry that I knew she was trying to conceal.

I had her full, undivided attention now. Her eyes didn't leave mine, not even for a second.

I reached up and stroked her soft, rosy cheek. I pushed her unruly brown hair off her face. She was so cute and impressionable.

In that moment, she looked vulnerable. I wanted to protect her. I felt possessive over her somehow, like she was mine, like I wanted to claim her as my very own.

I wanted her in a tasteful way, however, one where she had the consent to make her own choices about where we were going in our quickly budding relationship. Even if we hadn't yet verbalized it, we both knew that things were escalating relatively fast.

I knew I was in love with her. I couldn't deny it to myself any longer. I was going to tell her, and soon.

However, I had something else— more pressing— to get off my chest first.

"The Belic Imperials…" I trailed off, trying to think of the best possible way to explain to her what I needed to say.

Carmela sat up straight and studied me hard. She cupped her hand over mine. "What is it?" she asked breathlessly. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

"Well." I chuckled nervously. "It's a little complicated."

"So is everything else." Carmela's smile was warm and kind, accepting. She gave me a certain element of motivation, a drive.

I slowly inhaled a deep breath and started again. "The Belic race… they are… well theywerepart of us."

I paused and glanced at Carmela to give her a second to process what I was telling her.

"What do you mean?" She frowned, continuing to scrutinize me with a confused stare.

"They are…wereAlesian. Members of my own race."

Carmela looked taken aback by my statement. Her mouth dropped open and she looked at me in disbelief.

"No…"

"Yes." I nodded, relieved to get that ugly truth out, but it was always going to be a sore spot for me.

It was something that embarrassed me, and I wasn't proud to admit the connection. However, I was getting closer to Carmela, and I felt that she deserved the whole truth and not just bits and pieces of the bigger picture. She had been through hell, and I needed her to understand just how dangerous the Belic race was so that she could be prepared for what might come next.

"How is it possible?" Carmela shook her head. She looked like she was in denial. "They are robots. You aren't."

"I know… but remember I said it was complicated?" I gave her an affectionate smile.

"Yeah…"

"The Belic Imperials aren't really the more robotic of their race. The rest are like us— well —the ones who arerunningthe robots.Theyare the ones who were the first to split from our race. They were all descended from prisoners on the innermost habitable planet… a place called Belic— hence the name."

"So, they didn't actuallyliveon Aleisis with you?"

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