My Alien’s Obsession Read online Stasia Black (Draci Alien #1)

Categories Genre: Alien, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Draci Alien Series by Stasia Black
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
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I huff out a frustrated breath then plaster a smile on my face and click answer.

“Juliet, what’s up?” I say in my cheeriest voice.

“Hey Ana, I just wanted to check in. You know Shak and I would be there if we could but we think I’m going to pop any day now and Shak refuses to leave my side.”

Juliet met her hot alien hybrid, Shak, and got knocked up by him a little over three and a half months ago. Apparently alien pregnancies go way faster than human ones, and Juliet is so preggers the last time I saw her, I’d have sworn she was in her last trimester carrying triplets—and that was two weeks ago.

But since this is the first human/Draci pregnancy, no one really has any idea how it’s all going to go down. But according to the best medical minds, both human and Draci, baby Thrax is thriving, healthy and, according to Juliet, very rambunctious and ready to come out.

“It’s not a problem,” I reassure Juliet for the hundredth time.

“You sure you’re okay introducing him to the women? And you’ve vetted them, right? I mean, I saw the private investigator reports and know they look okay on paper. But you’ve spent time with them to make sure they aren’t…you know…nuts?”

“They’re all fine,” I say in my most comforting voice. “Only three made the final cut and Ezo will have his pick.”

It was decided that it wouldn’t be fair for Ezo to just go out and try to knock up any random woman, not considering what the consequences are. The aliens didn’t know that when they first came Earth to breed with human women that pregnancies would alter the mothers.

Like, seriously alter.

As in, now my BFF Juliet has effing wings popping out of her back and protective golden scales covering portions of her body.

So yeah. We all decided that the Draci should only get with women who were down with that kind of thing.

“Where did you find these women again?” Juliet asks even though I’ve answered this many times, too.

“They’re chicks I’ve known forever. We meet up sometimes to play geeky video games and talk about conspiracy theories. Look, can you just trust me on this? I know I don’t have Giselle’s shining social skills or whatever but I promise you, I got this.”

Giselle is our other best friend and she’s always beautiful and put together. She’s the society girl who went to an Ivy League college and volunteers for charity and all that kind of shit. Just like my sister, except I actually like Giselle.

“I’m sorry,” Juliet rushes to say. “I didn’t mean for you to feel like I don’t trust you with this. Because I do. Okay, I’ll stop bugging you. Just text when he gets in and I’ll see you later when you guys come by. Happy matchmaking!”

With that she hangs up, and shit. Now I feel guilty.

Because I’m lying to my best friend.

There are no other women here.

There’s just me.

A ripple in the air right outside the hangar catches my attention. Dust and gravel kicks up and I hear the slightest purr of an engine. The shuttle is landing, it’s clear from everything around it even if I can’t see the shuttle itself. Apparently cloaking technology is a real thing, not just the stuff of sci-fi dreams anymore.

Shit. This is really happening.

I turn my back on the shuttle and bite my lip.

Am I doing this? Then I nod hard.

Yes, I’m fucking doing this. I’ve spent my entire life fading into the background. Being the third wheel. The less pretty and accomplished sister.

Still with my back turned to the shuttle, I lift the hem of my dress and dip my fingers inside my panties. I’ve been doing this on and off all morning.

Juliet said Shak scented her the very first time they met and God knows I need all the help I can get.

Once my fingers are nice and moist, I pull my hand out of my knickers, turn around, and stride as confidently as I can manage towards where I think the shuttle is.

When I’m only halfway there, a door opens in the middle of nowhere and a man steps out.

Holy shit.

I was hoping he’d be handsome but dear God. He’s so good looking that I almost turn and run for my car. Huge muscles. Strong, defined cheekbones. Striking blue eyes.

Don’t be a coward!

My new mantra in life.

So I square my shoulders, plaster on a smile, and walk over to the man.

“Hi, Ezo.” I hold out my hand to shake and it only trembles a little. “I’m Ana, your mate.”

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