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The presence of Olivia near the altercation today was worrisome, when considering that her chosen companion might face discrimination from the purist group due to their mixed parentage.

I held on to hope that she would be happy and her mate would welcome and treat the human youngling well.

Regardless, I knew a piece of my soul would always remain connected to her.

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Olivia

MY EMOTIONS WERE ALLover the place, like a freaking rollercoaster since I left the marketplace. I kept switching between crying and snapping at people. Granted, I was crying a lot more than usual over the past few weeks.

Grace and Rekna attributed it to pregnancy, but I disagreed it was the sole reason.

Whenever I saw Orin, I kept hoping he would finally show some interest in me, but he never did. I wasn't sure why I continued to set myself up for disappointment.

The incident at the marketplace replayed in my mind as I made my way home.

It was obvious Orin didn't like Clor, but I had no idea why, since I knew they didn't know one another. I hadn't bothered to tell Clor about Orin, but maybe I should have.

Orin punching the guy who shoved me was a surprise. I couldn’t believe how he reacted. On the ship, I saw Orin get irritated, especially with Avery.

While he didn’t smile often and seemed grumpy most of the time, he had never lost his temper in front of me. His behavior now was different from when we were on the ship. I wasn’t sure if it was my fault or if there were other causes.

After some Krilex aliens took us from the Chetok, I woke up on the ship to find him standing by my bed in the medical bay.

It had been so awkward when he tripped over his words and apologized for not protecting me. I didn't even think it was his fault we got taken.

How could it be? How in the world could he be expected to protect us from a weapon that knocked everyone, including himself, out?

Orin hadn’t given me a chance to speak my mind, though. He left without a word from me.

That day kept replaying in my mind for months. It made me wonder if he did feel something for me at one point, but changed his mind.

I’d hoped once everything settled down that he would come to me...and ask me how I was doing here on this new planet...anything that might make me feel he cared about me.

But he didn’t.

I let out an enormous sigh and shook my head in frustration. “It’s time for me to accept that he isn't interested in me.” Recognizing that all the emotions I believed I sensed from him on the ship were products of my imagination, I chastised myself.

Looking down at my stomach I spoke aloud to my unborn baby. “He’s a warrior, whose first instinct is to protect females from harm. Whatever he did was never about me.”

A loving partner would be a wonderful addition to my life. But I refuse to settle for anything less than what I deserve.

The baby shifted, and I felt a little fist pressing against my side. I smiled, but my heart felt the weight of my responsibility toward this fragile being. I wanted to make sure he had an enjoyable life with lots of love that I didn’t receive growing up, because my parents were abusive jerks.

When I left for college, I never looked back. Choosing my own path was the best decision ever. When I stopped talking to my parents, they never tried to connect with me again.

My child will grow up in a nurturing environment. And I will give him the best life possible.I got comfy with some cushions behind my back, and tried to stay awake as exhaustion washed over me.A nap might be just what I need to feel better.

Orin was the star of a steamy fantasy when I drifted off to sleep. It was a lot like most of the dreams I had been having for months involving him.

In this state I was no longer expecting a baby. Our naked bodies were pressed together as we engaged in a heated make-out session, his grip on me firm and possessive.

His enormous member pressed against me, heightening my arousal to new levels. My subconscious filled in all the gaps of what he might look like under his uniform.

I ran my hands along his hard chest inhaling his spicy scent into my nostrils.

Orin’s kisses started out soft and became more intense as his hands caressed every inch of my body. He caressed my breasts, exerting a slight pressure as he played with my nipples.

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