Page 108 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

So she let him talk her into going upstairs.

She let him kiss her into a sloppy, tongue-riddled mess.

She let him take off her dress.

And pry her legs apart.

And she let him huff and groan and mewl on top of her.

When it was over, he passed out.

And she went home.

She never saw the guy again.

Which was a problem.

Because a few weeks later, she missed her period.

“I was so young. I had just graduated high school…” She caught a flash of confusion in Lans’s eyes. “It’s like Plutonian training except we don’t learn anything that useful.”

He nodded tightly.

His fingers gripped her arm like metal bands.

The moment she had mentioned ‘mating’ another man, Lans had gone absolutely still. Emma could tell that he was trying not to get angry, but it was seeping out—not only in his body language, but in the emotions that zipped through their neural connectors.

She shook her head and tried to focus.

If she let Lans’s anger take over, she would never get this out.

And Emma desperately wanted to bare her soul to Lans before their world turned chaotic again.

“Every day I woke up and I debated whether I should,” she paused and mumbled, “get rid of the baby or not.”

“Get rid?” Lans’s eyes widened.

She looked away from him. “But that choice was taken away from me.”

“Eema,” he whispered, brushing her hair away from her face.

“I lost the baby.” Tears pressed against the back of her eyelids and balled in her throat. Her heart whirled with anguish. “But I wasn’t sad. At all. I just felt relieved that it was gone. That my body had disposed of it for me without any…” Her voice broke. “I’m haunted by what happened. I have never toldanyone.”

He cooed her name, rocking her gently. “I felt it for so long. Your guilt… it overpowers you.”

She glanced up in surprise.

Though she had known that Lans was connected to her in theory, it still shocked her that he could not only feel her emotions but interpret them correctly.

“For how long?”

“Since the mating.” He rubbed her shoulder gently. “Although, at that time, I had been a little too distracted to make sense of what you felt. When I had a moment, I realized what it was because I have felt it too. My part in my father’s death weighed heavily on me. I was only able to let it go after I spoke to him. Neh, a vision of him.”

“The dreamscape.”

“Yes.”

Emma sighed. “When I entered your dreamscape and I saw that you were so excited to have children, I was frightened.”

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