Page 6 of Alien Jeopardy
I recognize only one of them—Pol.
He doesn’t look worried, but he does look furious.
I can’t say I blame him. As the son of our tyrant king, he has every reason to want a fresh start at life.
Which is why all five of us are here.
This is supposed to be our chance to get off planet.
According to the Roth who have planned this, we will provide entertainment for humans, Roth and Suevans alike, and as a reward for finishing this… entertainment, we will receive a parcel of land and a home on Sueva.
And a mate.
A mate.
My cock grows hard, starting to skith at the very thought of a female to call my own. To cherish. My fangs press into my lower lip, but the sting of them doesn’t do a thing to damper my enthusiasm at the idea of a mate.
My mate.
It’s not the reason I signed up.
No. I wanted off the planet ruled by Pol’s father.
I wanted a new chance at a life, where I can do what I want.
But now that I’m here?
I can’t stop thinking about what a mate might be like. What she might look like.
The Roth organizer walks into the room where we’ve assembled, a serious expression on his velvety grey face. The ship we’re on is the antithesis of Draegon space cruisers, all sleek chrome and minimalist style.
Draegon prefer everything to be as luxurious and over-the-top as possible. The more gold and gems the better.
Not that I’ve ever been able to afford more than enough to feed myself.
Still, it’s a ship, and it holds the key to my future.
At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
“Your mates have arrived,” he says. His nose twitches, and my eyes narrow at the small tell.
“What’s wrong with them?” Pol asks the question before I have a chance to, a growl in his voice. “What tricks are up your sleeve, Roth?”
“They appear to be… inebriated.” The Roth shifts his weight, anticipating our anger.
Draegon are not known for our patience and understanding.
Our wings tense as a group, and I share a furious glance with the male standing next to me.
The Roth steps back at the looks on our faces, holding his hands up.
“Don’t worry, their paperwork is completely in order, they selected the option for immediate filming, and despite their intoxication, they are all in good health and are excellent candidates for the five of you.” He licks his lips. “So we’ll simply continue as planned.”
“Give them something for their current state,” I snarl, angry at the mere idea of my future mate being inebriated when we first meet.
The idea of my future mate without full control of her faculties around the Roth makes my skin crawl, and I rub the spot where my horns grow from my forehead, my tail slashing behind me.
The rest of the males nod in agreement.
