Page 80 of The Alien Warrior's Vow

She turned around. “Tomorrow?”

“Of course. It is a dream of mine to have broods.” He chuckled. “Of which you know.”

“So that’s important to you.”

“Yes.”

“And you think that’s an important function of a female?” she asked, her voice strung tight.

“Females are the only ones who can deliver broods.”

“Oh?” Her voice rose. “So is that all we’re good for?”

Lans almost stumbled back. “Eema, I did not say that.”

“Is that how things work here? You make all the decisions and I get to cook the food and have the children?”

“Female…”

“I’m supposed to be naked in bed when you get home. When you’re horny. Whenever you ask. In fact, you don’t even have to ask. I just make sure my legs are open when you growl at me. Make sure I take you hard and hold you close, so you can ‘pump me with your seed’!”

Annoyance filled his chest. “Eema.”

“Is that how you do things, Lans?”

“We do not need to have broods right away.”

“But we better have some eventually, right?”

His jaw clenched. “Eema, where is this coming from?”

“Nothing!” She stormed past him. “I’m going to check on the food.”

He reached out and grabbed her hand.“Neh. You will go nowhere until you explain why you are so angry.”

“Oh? So you’re giving orders now?”

“Eema—”

“Let me go!” She wrenched her hands, trying to pull it free.

He released her, but strode in front of the door and crossed his arms. His fiery human could blow all the flames she wanted. Lans was not letting her out of this room until she was in his arms and all was well again.

Twenty-Four

Emma

She glaredat Lans’s dangerously beautiful face. His irritation snapped through her neural connector and only agitated her even more.

This stupid mate connection.

When she’d agreed to take the neural implant weeks ago, she had no idea what it was really capable of.

“The connector will translate for us so we can understand them.”That’s all Sara told her.

The implant would change the Plutonian language to English.

But it had done so much more.

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