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They were already beating at the door inside the Claiming Room in their attempt to get at the fertile females.

My stomach fell between my feet.

I wished I was in the room to witness it, to see those gorgeous glistening muscular bodies as they charged down their females, grasping their asses and breasts, and dragging them from the room.

Instead, I was being led down a disinfected hallway toward…

Well, who knew what.

I sunk into a deep well of disappointment that I had been removed from the lineup.

But I was wrong and needn’t have worried.

I had a great deal of excitement still in my future, and I was getting closer to it one step at a time…

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So here I was, at a Seeding Facility, waiting for the female I had selected from the Claiming Room to appear.

I let out a deep sigh and wondered why the Prince made me do such things when he could just as easily send someone else to do this.

It wasn’t like it was a skill that only I could do…

Except…

I supposed Prince Aslas and I shared a much closer bond than anyone else.

We had grown up together, had experienced life together, understood each other on a deeper level than almost anyone else could ever hope to achieve.

We even looked the same.

And that was the whole point, wasn’t it?

I was his Decoy.

His “other.”

The one sent in his place when he either couldn’t be bothered to go or it was simply too dangerous for him to risk his life.

And so, they sent me.

His Decoy.

I had to eat the same things he ate, exercise as he did, take the same lessons growing up so I spoke with the same eloquence and level of understanding.

My mind had been shifted and warped away from that of my working-class parents on Rima 9 and toward those of a member of the Royal Family.

I had never been allowed to visit my parents after I had been taken by the Royal Guard to serve as the Prince’s Decoy.

I had grown up desperate to see them again, to feel a connection with the life I had lost — as a simple farmer, to toil in the fields and grow crops, to live in privacy…

And not be in the public eye for a change — even if, when the public saw me, they thought they saw the Prince and not me for who I truly was.

But it was the gig I had been raised to do, if not born to do.

The original Decoy had died young, killed by the Empire’s enemies, and as his existence had been a secret, so too was his death.

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