Until he sees the diamond ring on her finger and overhears a discussion about her wedding, the event mere weeks away.
He is honorable. He is desperate. He will stop at nothing to seduce her. Claim her. Steal her heart and keep her for himself.
When he disappears on a secret mission, she has a decision to make; play the fool and hope for a dead Atlan’s return, or marry another and ensure the security and safety of her true love’s unborn child.
Alien. Outcast. I was from another world and most of the small minded humans refused to look beyond that.
I was larger than a human. This was not news. But I supposed seeing a beast such as Braun or Tane on their small television screens in the ridiculous matchmaking program was much different than having an Atlan male in the flesh shouting at nothing. At no one. At himself.
I am beast. Not no one.
I fight. I kill. I hunt. I protect. I serve. Reward. Want mate now.
“I know. I am looking for her. Every day.” The words came out in short bursts as my feet hit the sand. I ran barefoot at the edge of the water. My shorts were soaked through from a combination of salt water and sweat. I’d taken my shirt off hours ago, the heat of the sun on my skin soothing.
At least the sun shined upon me with warmth.
Hurt them. Make them tell us.
The beast forced me to look at a group of young humans playing a game with a white ball and a tall net. It appeared the purpose was to get the white object back over the top of the net before it touched ground.
Young males strutted and made jests as they competed for the scantily clad females. Their bodies were on display, both sexes. Meant to entice a mate.
I looked at each of the females in turn as I approached, then ran past. Smooth, round breasts. Soft skin. Long, shapely legs. They were beautiful females, every one. In my youth, I would have taken any of them to my bed for hours of pleasure. Now, my beast demanded only one female. Would accept just one. Our mate. I looked at the perfect, fragile females. Inspected their bodies. Their curves should have made my cock instantly hard. I should have wanted to touch, to taste, to explore.
I felt nothing. Perhaps I had a few days left. But no more. Either I found my mate...or I chose an honorable death. I was out of time.