Page 47 of Wrong Bed Right Alien

The man moved out of her line of sight. Gasping, she lifted her head to track his movements. On the other side of the room now, he picked up a tray and carried it to where she lay, then set it down on a stand beside the bed. She recoiled as he peered down at her, his plain face familiar in a way she couldn’t pin down.

“I’m not going to kill you, but we do have some things to take care of before I let you go.”

It struck her suddenly. She’d seen that shadow before, heard those same sounds of it moving around at Pel’s castle and again in her apartment. Something had followed her.

“Are you a ghost?”

What else followed people other than ghosts? The castle was reported to be haunted, right? Maybe some sort of demon had attached to her–

Face expressionless, he reached for something from the tray. “I am not.”

“Are you an alien?”

“If you’re asking if I reside on another planet in our shared galaxy, then yes, I am an alien. And so is the male who impregnated you. I am here to clean up his mistake.”

W-what?

Her nostrils flared as tears burned her eyes. “That’s not funny. Ethan isn’t a… an alien.”

“Prince A’zal Ost Hilstra is Luxxorian, from the planet Luxxor, and crown prince to an indestructible military super force. He shed his human facade and that ridiculous name Ethan Sands the moment he left Earth. Not that it matters. You won’t remember him when we’re done.”

She was only half listening because her mind began funneling memories into a narrow strip offering bits and pieces. All the pertinent tidbits she dismissed when they were together. He’d developed a divot in his chin overnight. His face shape changed. He vanished into thin air. And the purple glow…

Ethan Sands wasn’t at all who he said he was. A plumber? It made sense now–his interest in women’s magazines. He was trying to learn, to acclimate, so he could win women over. He’d used her like a plaything because he never intended on staying.

He wasn’t human.

“Oh my God, what did I do?”

They had feelings for each other. It hadn’t been just a fling… but maybe this explained their fast, burning attraction to one another. He had some weird alien pheromone that drew her right into his bed. Unable to hold back the tears, Kimber gave in to a surge of despair. All those years her father had basically pleaded with her to believe him. She hadn’t. And now she was pregnant by an alien.

“Dad, I’m so sorry.” The whisper fell from her lips as something sharp invaded her arm. The shadow man withdrew a needle and held it up for her to see.

“Sleep well, human. You’ll wake up in your apartment with no memory of any of this.”

Frantically watching him, she moved her head to track him until her neck cramped. He puttered around the room, ignoring her as she panted and pulled against the restraints. This thing was going to take her baby. A dump of protective hormones flooded her veins.

This surprise, superhuman baby wasn’t what she was expecting. It couldn’t have come at a worse time in her pathetic life. She was clueless about babies, never even thought about having any of her own. But this baby… it was hers.

He wasn’t going to take it.

As if reading her thoughts, he turned, his brow falling to find her struggling against her restraints. Whatever he’d given her should have probably worked by now, but she felt stronger than she had a few minutes ago.

An electric zapping sound filled the room and the wall behind her feet turned into some kind of screen. Lifting her head to see, Kimber shouted a shocked expletive at the image populated on the wall.

A larger-than-life image of a man with bright purple skin crossed with black markings took up the space, his eyes glowing and churning like tiny galaxies filled with stardust. Long black hair cascaded in a tangled mess around his shoulders. His facial features were almost human though the lips were a little wider, the cheekbones higher. Behind him, a female with the same skin pattern was tugging what looked like a wooden comb through his hair.

Kimber struggled to sit but there was no breaking the bonds. Tremors of fear rippled through her. She couldn’t be seeing what she thought she was… she needed a better look. She recalled Ethan’s purple glow. It hadn’t been the lightning. It was never lightning.

The screen went dark, and Kimber knew without a doubt that Belinda had been right about Ethan.

Chapter Twenty-Two

A'zal

A’zalteleportedinsideKimber’shotel room just as the door opened.

He slipped into the bathroom and peered around the door frame. A man whistled softly as he walked in, dragging a black suitcase behind him. He shut the door, flipped the lock, and flopped the suitcase on the bed. Kimber’s scent was gone from this room, so it was unlikely she was coming back. A’zal suspected she’d already left Dingle, but he had to check the hotel room to be sure.

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