Page 3 of Chosen By the Dragon Alien

He glanced at the Terian female who had not budged from her spot on the floor. Inexperienced and unwilling females were a liability. This was why he rarely acquiredcourtiasfrom the auctions, and when he did, it was after learning her past and confirming that the female would be a good fit for Erovik. A quick conversation with this female would have revealed her inappropriateness for brothel life. On the other hand, her fate might have been worse had she been purchased by another.

“What is your name?” he asked, and sighed when he received no response. “I will not hurt you, but I need to know how to address you and find you quarters.” He cocked his head. “Do you speak the common language?”

The shaking paused and slowly—very slowly—she lifted her head from the nest of her arms. Her eyes widened and her full lips quivered as hope sparked in her expression. “Overseer?”

Cyprian heard her say something about an overseer, which he knew nothing about, but the instant hesawher, he knew why Glivar had bid on her. This female wasn’t just beautiful, she wasstunningly gorgeous. Her face was a soft oval with large aqua eyes and and gold freckles dusted her forehead, disappearing into soft waves of pink hair. Tear-streaked cheeks were pale and sunken.

For a long moment, Cyprian stared at her, unable to do anything but take in the female before him. Everything just stopped, as if his entire world hit a pause button and froze. All he could hear was his pounding heart and her shallow breaths. He cleared his throat, forcing himself out of the trance. “Do you know where you are?” he asked in a gentle voice.

Her gaze darted around the room before landing back on him. Confusion clouded her remarkable eyes. “Do you know the overseer?”

“Thewho?” he asked, getting his bearings.

“You look like him,” she replied softly, swallowing hard. “The overseer who looks over our settlement. He’s big, like you, with wings like that. B-but he has purple scales. Not red, like you. And your hair…” She shook her head. “You look like him,” she said again with a dejected sigh. “But you’re not him.”

Cyprian’s pulse pounded. Another being that looked like him? He’d never seen another Zaruxian. Not once in his life. Certainly, none had come through the doors of Erovik. But this female had been hopeful thathewas this overseer. It was unmistakable. “You say there was a Zaruxian where you used to live?”

“I don’t know that he was called that, but I would swear you were brothers.” Her lips compressed to a line. “I thought he protected us, but he allowed those aliens to abduct us from my friend’s farm. The Axis allowed it.”

Cyprian’s head spun with this new information, which he didn’t how to process. What did this unique female have to do with the Axis? What was another Zaruxian doing on her planet? His scales crawled with the dark coincidence. “What is yourname?” he snapped, needing to get off this topic. He would be doing some digging into this female’s past.

“Fivra,” she breathed. “They call me Fivra, but my designation is 591-A.” She tilted her head, allowing him to see where those symbols glowed blue beneath her ear.

Cyprian’s blood ran cold. Those looked like the marks of inmates held in Axis penal colonies. What thefekwas a prisoner doing in the Falmic-5 auction?Forced-breeding colony.What a lie.

“W-what are you going to do to me?” she asked in a small voice.

“Nothing.” The tremble in her voice was pitiful, but the knot in his gut was tight. He could not imagine what this delicate little female had done to find herself incarcerated in one of the Axis’ many horrendous prisons, but it explained her thin, ragged appearance. “No one will hurt you here. I promise.”

She didn’t look reassured. If anything, she shrank further against the wall. “Who are you?”

“How impolite of me.” He pressed his shoulders back and flared his wings. “I am Cyprian, director of Erovik, the brothel in which you currently reside.”

“Brothel?” Her face folded in horror as she comprehended the word. “No. Please, no. Don’t make me—”

He held out his hands. “Calm down. You won’t be working here until you’re ready. We don’t force females into bed with clients.”

She dropped her head back into her arms and shook it. “I’ll never be ready for that.”

At this point, Cyprian had no idea what to make of her, but he had to at least process her into the brothel and hope for the best. “For now, let’s get you settled. You need food, a bath, and some rest. Come with me.” He held out a hand to help her up.

Her head rose again, but this time, the look on her face was defiant. “If I go with you, how do I know you won’t make me…you know.”

Fekit all, she couldn’t even utter the words. He let out an exasperated sigh. “I won’t force myself or anyone else on you, Fivra. You’ll have to trust me.”

“Idon’ttrust you.”

“Well, you can’t stay on the floor of my office,” he said, reasonably, although he was losing patience. “I’ll bring you to a room where you may eat and rest undisturbed. Youarehungry, aren’t you?”

Ah, that was a soft spot in her armor. Her eyes shifted and her face pinched with longing. This female wasn’t just hungry, she was starving. She reluctantly nodded.

He held out his hand again. “Come, then. You’ll have any kind of food, and as much as you want.”

Her eyes widened at that, and he knew he had her there. She let out a shaky sigh and reached one thin arm out to place her hand in his. It was surprisingly strong, with thick calluses that contrasted with the narrowness of it. “Okay.”

Finally. He helped her up and at last, got a look at the rest of her. There was nothing to miss with the transparent shift the auction managers put on her. Once again, he understood Glivar’s choice in snapping Fivra up. The female was too thin, of course, but the curves were there and would only become lusher and more alluring as her diet improved. Her legs were long and those golden flecks sprinkled down her back, straight into her nicely shaped ass. From there, they went underneath and around to splay out over the apex of her thighs and highlight her sex.

Cyprian rarely noticed the females of Erovik in a sexual manner. They were his employees. He treated them well—toowell, some said. If acourtiaobjected to a client, he didn’t forcethem on her. The Axis didn’t care how he ran the brothel as long as it brought in credits and stayed clear of scandal. Which it did, on both counts. Butthisfemale sent a warm curl through his gut and a hot pulse through his cock that yanked him from his role and reminded him he was amale. A male with needs of his own that had been suppressed and pushed away for a very long time.

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