Page 34 of Alien Prince's Claim

I looked over at her as she raced through the corridors beside me.

Her face was creased with worry lines as she struggled to keep up with my long strides.

No, I thought. I won’t tell her. Not until there’s no other option.

Bwoaw!

Bwoaw!

Bwoaw!

The facility’s alarm system blared and red warning lights flashed, turning the hallways into a hellish landscape.

More alien males and their mates emerged in the doorways of their suites.

They looked up and down, tying their robes closed, confused and unsure about what was taking place.

I wished I could have told them to leave, that we were under attack, that they needed to leave right now…

But I didn’t want to start a panic.

And, perhaps a little more selfishly, I didn’t want them clogging up the hallways any more than they already were.

It was every alien for himself and I had someone more important to take care of.

I squeezed Emily’s hand and she squeezed it right back.

Unbelievable, I thought, that our bodies were deeply entwined, enjoying each other with carnal pleasure just a few short minutes earlier.

Now we were running for our lives.

We turned the corner that led to the dock.

Already, other aliens were climbing aboard their ships and preparing to launch.

I noticed some didn’t even have their mates with them.

I wondered if they had just left them behind or if they were already on board the ship.

Once again, it was none of my concern.

I only wished to get Emily somewhere safe.

I released a deep breath of relief when I came to my ship.

It was entirely possible one of the other alien males might have attempted to hijack it.

“Get on,” I told Emily. “We’ll take off immediately.”

The outer dock door was already whirring open as two ships’ engines whined, kicking up whirlwinds of dust as they waited impatiently.

The door opened just enough for them to pass through and they drifted toward the opening.

They should have waited and taken turns to leave but they were in too much of a hurry.

They appeared to be good pilots though and gently drifted through the opening, their afterburners initiating.

They slipped between the doors’ teeth and rose into the sky and—

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