Page 34 of Maid for the Alien Prince

Here, a huge rock that we picked up and hurled at the reinforced floor in the corner. It worked your legs, arms, back, everything.

I grunted as I bore its weight, pulled it up onto my back, and held it there for a moment, before tossing it up into the air. I fell onto my back and caught it with the soles of my feet. Then I ran it around in circles, spinning faster and faster, before tossing it up into the air again.

I sprung up onto my feet and caught it in my arms and chest, before hurling it across the room.

There, another favorite Ulsen exercise: felled foorgaad logs that were so dense they rivaled rocks for weight.

I bent down, picked one up, held it in my arms, my body already shaking beneath its immense weight, and tossed it upward. It landed alongside the rock.

Then I picked up a series of smaller rocks and juggled them. The sweat glistened on my body and ran in long rivulets to the floor.

Then I put braces on my horns before running headfirst into a solid brick wall. Again, these were not normal bricks, but solid blocks of bhaak concrete.

They were virtually indestructible—and they needed to be, as I sprinted at them over and over again, slamming my head and horns into them.

The key was to run as fast as you could, without fear and, at the last moment, lower your head so that your neck was in perfect alignment with your spine and—

Crash!

I added a couple of extra head butts for good measure.

Panting and exhausted, I drank some water and peered around the room. I realized with cold certainty that exercise, no matter how hard, was a poor replacement for mating.

My muscles might be relaxed but my mind never would be. I needed to empty myself inside a willing female, needed to expel all my anger and pent up frustrations into her.

And with the difficulty Ges was having in finding another female, I knew I may not have a choice but to use Camila for my own ends.

I needed Camila.

I took a shower and took a hand to myself. I came within moments, my senses already on high alert after my earlier near-mating.

As the water washed over me, taking my come away, I was still not satisfied. I wasn’t sure I could control myself much longer. I needed to take action.

Right now.

I would bring Camila back to the suite and finish what we had started. I would explain to her why I hadn’t been able to finish earlier. I didn’t expect her to understand.

I dried myself off, dressed in fresh robes, and marched through the endless palace hallways in search of Camila. I ducked my head into one room after another, coming across multiple pairs of servants, and each time grunted when I saw she wasn’t there.

When I stuck my head into the Games Room, I once again snorted, turned on my heel, and began to march away when I paused and turned back.

It was the young girl Camila had been working with earlier. Camila, apparently, had not yet returned, although it had already been over an hour since I had left her.

I entered the room and Emma—at least, I thought her name was Emma—gave a yelp when she turned and caught sight of me.

She immediately lowered her eyes to the floor. “Your Highness!”

I hardly felt like a highness right then! I wondered if the royal family could control their powerful urges to mate during Steyatt week. Maybe they could, but I certainly couldn’t!

“You’re not in trouble,” I said. “I’m looking for Camila. Where is she?”

“Camila?” Emma shook like a leaf on a stormy night. “Why… she went to meet you.”

I blinked at that. “That was over an hour ago. You’re telling me she hasn’t returned to work with you since?”

I imagined Camila splayed wide open and naked before me, ready for me to use as I saw fit… And then her feeling humiliated, needing to immediately get dressed and leave.

I couldn’t blame her if she had decided to turn and run from the palace and never return. It was such an embarrassing event that she might have even felt relieved in the knowledge that I would not chase her, for fear that the new Prince could not perform.

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