Page 53 of The Biker Alien

I laugh but shake my head. “I’m exhausted.”

“That’s fine. In the morning…” He wiggles his eyebrows again.

I shove him away, laughing and feeling lighter than air.

Alec tells his men it’s safe to clear out, to go and hug any loved ones, to go out and maybe find their fated mates if they haven’t found her yet. Maybe some of them already have her. Maybe some are Koxians, and they’re just not in the Armada. I don’t know, but I can find out later.

For now, I have more questions for Alec.

We ride back over to the hotel, me on the back of his bike. Once we’re back in the room, I shut the door behind me.

“Sex isn’t worth my life,” I tell him.

“You told me that already.”

“Sex isn’t… but maybe love is,” I say shyly.

Alec beams. “Does that mean you love me?”

“I do,” I confess. “I love you.”

“You know I love you,” he says desperately, embracing me once more.

He goes to kiss me, and I let him, but I turn my head aside when he goes to kiss me a second time.

“What exactly is a fated mate?” I ask.

“You are my fate. You are my future. You are my woman, and I am your man. We’re meant to spend the rest of our lives together.”

“Can a person have a second fated mate?”

“Not that I have ever heard of, but I suppose it might happen to a lucky few, but only after the first died.”

“So it’s supposed to be for life,” I say slowly.

“Yes.”

“So that means…”

“If Joelo’s fated mate was killed, the rest of his life would be without love.”

“That’s terrible,” I murmur.

“Terrible, yes. Unintentional? Yes. Does it give him a reason to have gone to war with me and mine? No, but what is done, is done, and I truly do not want to have to think about him for another second.” He draws me close. “You truly were amazing.”

“Thank you,” I murmur. “I was so nervous. When I was talking to him on the phone, I was afraid that my heart would pound straight out of my chest.”

“You could’ve fooled me.”

“I clearly didn’t fool him,” I say. “He came with so many of them!”

“But even that turned out to be a good thing,” he points out. “Luther… how were you able to get him to see your side of it?”

“Oh, that was easy,” I say with a wave of my hand. “He came up to me, and he just sort of stopped and stared at me. Hal came rushing up to us, so I knew that meant Luther had to be a Grelite, but I swear he saw a ghost in me. While he was staring at me, I took his gun, and he asked me for my name. I told him, and he just seemed so… He was freaking out. After I made the phone call, I rode in the back of the police car with him—”

“Was he tied at that point?”

“No. I wasn’t worried. We started to talk, and he told me that he once saw a woman who looked similar to me, and she stole his breath way, and he thought she might be his fated mate, but he hadn’t ever seen her again. You’re not going to believe this, Alec. It’s my cousin.”

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