Page 33 of Maid for the Alien Prince

I tried to ignore the snarls from my Steyatt which, once again, had been snubbed into submission.

Eventually, over the course of the mating week, if it was not satisfied, it would lead to hostile aggression for the rest of the year. Nothing made an Ulsen more aggressive than failing to satisfy himself during the Steyatt.

Why didn’t I do what I had gone there to do? What was wrong with me?

I had a sexy female beneath me! And then I did something so stupid as to turn away and leave?

But I knew the reason.

I didn’t like coercing her into this situation. She shouldn’t have to deal with someone like that—shouldn’t have to give herself to someone who would take advantage that way.

And yet, that was exactly what a royal “elite” would have done, wasn’t it? They wouldn’t have hesitated a moment to go through with what I had planned.

It angered me even more that I could not do what my “elite” family could. Naturally, I wasn’t as abusive as they were.

A fine royal I was turning out to be!

I turned the handle on a suite’s door and immediately burst in.

Ges looked up from his holo-communicator and raised a finger for me to be quiet for a moment. He nodded into the receiver, ended the call, took a deep breath and… swept the entire holo-communicator unit onto the floor.

He threw back his head, curled his fists into hard balls, and screamed bloody murder. After he had finished, still snorting through his broad nostrils and glaring at the wall as if that was the cause of his hardship, I said:

“I suppose finding new Steyatt mates isn’t progressing well?”

He spun and jabbed a finger at me. “Not going well?” He spat. “Not going well? I’ve called every facilitator on this damn planet and not one of them has a willing mate! Not for any price! What is the world coming to when an Ulsen in Steyatt can’t find a single female mate?”

His eyes were bloodshot red, his muscles big and huge and tense. And I thought I was having a bad day!

I decided not to tell him that I had just given up a willing female as it might just push him over the edge. I knew full well an unsatisfied Ulsen was capable of anything in that state.

“Something will come up,” I said assuringly.

“Come up? I can tell you something that has come up each and every second of every day!” He grabbed his crotch. “You do realize what will happen to us if we don’t mate this week, don’t you?”

Of course I did. All Ulsen did.

“Anger, frustration, and no way to satisfy ourselves for an entire year!” he groaned. “It doesn’t matter how many females we fuck after Steyatt week, we will experience the worst year of our lives—guaranteed!”

Ever since coming-of-age, I had never failed to find a mate during Ulsen week, even though I had been dirt poor. Strange then, wasn’t it, that after I had inherited unimaginable wealth, now was the only time I stood to break my streak?

What did it say about the value of money when it could not buy the things you truly needed?

I crossed to my friend and slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Trust me. You’ll come up with something. You always do.”

He just glared at me, grunting through his flared nostrils, and slowly, he began to relax. “I hope so. If I don’t… things are going to get pretty ugly around here.”

I had seen him lose his temper in the past and it was never a fun experience—even less so for the one his frustration was aimed at.

“I’ll let you get on with it,” I said. “I’m going to sweat it out of my system.”

He waved a hand vaguely before picking up his demolished communicator.

I marched through the corridors until I came to the fitness room. An entire gym—just for me!

Say what you wanted about the royal family—and I often said all of them more aggressively than most—but they sure knew how to live.

I switched into my workout clothes and grabbed a bottle of water. The fitness room of a Ulsen was very different to those of other species. Our gyms did not have carefully calibrated weights to help facilitate muscle growth, and instead preferred to use real-world objects.

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