Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I stood for an hour in my bra and panties while my future mother-in-law, the seventy-year-old seamstress, and two maids worked around me. The maids were relatively kind or at least silent. My mother-in-law commented on my fat rolls about a dozen times as if I weren’t even in the room. It was humiliating and insufferable. I had to hold back tears the entire time.
When they were done, I grabbed my robe, ran to my room, and cried into my pillow for the rest of the evening.
Fuck them. All of them.
Every memory of the past few weeks makes me cut faster. The progress is slow, though, since there are so many layers, and it’s hard for me to bend over far enough to reach. I end up lifting the end into the air in front of me. I don’t care about cutting in a straight line or how jagged my work is. I only care about being able to move better after removing it at least up to my knees. It’s not like I have a change of clothes. I’m going to have to make do with this mess for now.
I don’t even have a plan. Where will I go when I leave here? I assume I got away with ducking into the club and hiding. Surely John would have come into this office and told me if my asshole of a husband was milling around out front.
Fredrick Angelo.
I refer to him in my head as Dick because that’s what he is.
I’m still cutting away at the bottom foot of the dress when the door leading to the dance floor opens again. I glance up, expecting to find Zack returning. Instead, the air catches in my lungs.
Two new men step into the room. John, Zack, and Roger are tall and broad, but these men are much taller and larger. I know in an instant they aren’t human. They’re Eleadian.
My heart races as they shut the door behind them and come toward me. The scissors fall out of my hand and clang loudly against the floor. The funnel cloud I’ve been living in for weeks spins again, faster, harder, making me so dizzy I fear I might faint.
In fact, I’m lightheaded, and I lean to one side.
The tanned man with darker hair and green eyes rushes forward, squats down, and catches me in his arms before I manage to fall off the chair.
This can’t be happening.
The man with dark blond hair and blue eyes kneels at my other side and grabs my bicep.
I close my eyes and say a silent prayer to whatever god might be listening.
Please tell me these men are going to take me off this godforsaken planet. I don’t even care what they expect from me in return. A life of slavery digging in coal mines would be preferable to the one I’ve been living.
Chapter Two
Skarg
I reach my mate in two long strides, squatting down next to her and catching her right before she falls to the side. Her face is unnaturally white. I’m sure her skin is pale in general, but I doubt it’s as white as what I’m currently seeing.
Her eyes widen as I prop her up with one hand against her waist. Big brown orbs that I could get lost in. And I intend to.
Kafran drops to his knees at her other side, wrapping his hand around her bicep. “Are you okay, Little one?”
She shifts her attention back and forth between us. I’m sure she’s confused. Finally, she licks her full pink lips. “What are you doing?” Her voice is so sweet that my cock jumps in my suit pants.
I offer her what I hope is a winning smile. “You’re ours, Little one,” I inform her. There’s no sense beating around the bush.
Her jaw drops. “Yours?” Her head shifts back and forth again. “As in both of you?”
Kafran nods. “Yes. Apparently. What’s your name, Little one?”
She covers her lips and giggles. That sound is even sweeter than her voice. I want to hear it every day for the rest of my life. In fact, I already dread the six months she’ll be in stasis while we travel to Eleadia. I just met her two seconds ago, and I already miss her fiercely.
“Mercy,” she says between what I now believe is hysterical laughter.
Kafran grins. “Mercy… That’s a pretty name. I’m Kafran, and this is Skarg.” He glances at her odd clothing. “What are you wearing? And why were you cutting the front of it?”
She sits taller. “Are you going to take me off this godforsaken planet?” Her eyes widen again as though she’s hopeful.
I’ve never heard of a female being grateful or relieved to be claimed this soon after arriving at Club Zoom. “Yes, Mercy,” I inform her because it’s the truth.
The sound of shouting behind me makes me jump to my feet. I keep a hand on my Little girl’s shoulder as I turn to face the door that leads to the front entrance of the club. My heart rate picks up. One of the voices belongs to John, the bouncer. The other isn’t a voice I recognize, but it’s male, loud, and angry.