Page 16 of Fated for the Alien Fighter

But she had to.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

A shadow loomed over her.

Leah startled. Her eyes shot up at the intruder.

Her breath caught as she stared at the most gorgeous face she’d ever seen in her life.

5

TARYN

As soon as Taryn had felt the shift in his Lightmates’ energy, he’d raced through the atrium, dodging human dignitaries and Quillons alike.

In a sea of black Quillon armors and ceremonial regalia, and humans graysu-its—which looked too flimsy to stop even the bluntest blade—Taryn’s blue robes billowed as he ran toward that unexplainable, inescapable feeling that washer.

The crowds had parted as he’d advanced, curious eyes, Quillons and humans alike, trailing him until he disappeared through the food forest created to impress their intergalactic guests.

Taryn sensed the other Lightmates filtering in through the trees, but none of them felt right.

One energy beckoned out to him—from the docking station.

What was she still doing there?

He followed the trail of her scent, growing more intoxicated with each step.

This.

This is what he had been craving all his life, and he hadn’t even realized it.

This sweet fragrance he’d never encountered on any of the countless planets he’d visited.

His Quillon ears perked as he heard a soft, muffled voice.

It washer.

He knew it. Even her breathing, faster and shallower than a Quillon’s, was enticing.

“I love you, too,” his Lightmate said, and Taryn’s Light flared.

Who?

Who was this being that was worthy enough to be loved by her, his Lightmate—

“Love you, too, baby girl,” an older voice said. Female. She sounded similar to Leah.

A relative?

Ah. This must have been hergrand-mother. The matriarch of their small family.

She was sick, according to the small file Taryn had received on Leah.

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