Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47569 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
His expression is serious as he asks us, “What happens if you’re chosen by an Eleadian male?”
“We get whisked off this planet far, far away and never have to return.” Okay, maybe I am going to be snarky with John.
He smirks. “Is that something you’re looking forward to?”
I shrug. “It’s not a bad idea.”
Mia grabs my arm and squeezes, silently telling me to shut up, so I purse my lips.
John tucks our waivers into a folder and points toward a door across from where we entered this room. “Have fun, ladies.”
Before he can change his mind, I grab Mia’s hand and nearly drag her into the club. This is going to be epic.
Chapter Two
Ganrax
All the air is trapped in my lungs as I make my way through the throng of women jammed into Club Zoom. My goal is predetermined. I spotted my Little girl from the control room one floor above this dance floor several minutes ago.
Admittedly, I was skeptical. I still am skeptical. When I first saw her on the monitor, my heart leapt in my chest. I’ve been here on Earth five days. There are six other Eleadian males in this club right now, watching and waiting to find their perfect mate, their Little girl. They warned me when I arrived that I would know when I knew.
They were right. My skepticism extends from the fact that the female I’m aiming for is not the sort of female I expected to fall for. Eleadians tend to go for demure females—the kind who do not stand out in a crowd.
The female I honed in on through the monitor is the type men on Earth drool over—tall, hour-glass shape, heavy makeup, long hair, tight black dress, heels, chin held high with confidence, tanned skin, and a winning smile.
I’ve done my homework. Human males refer to her type as high-maintenance. They like to date them, keep them for a while as arm candy, and fuck them if they can manage to get their legs parted.
I wince. Fuck is a human word that sounds so very crude, and yet my understanding is that the men here use it flippantly behind the backs of their females.
In my studies, I found very little evidence that humans develop the kind of bonds with their mates that Eleadians do. They’re rarely as committed to their life partners as we are. They don’t cherish and worship them. If they did, they wouldn’t use words like fuck to describe their mating habits.
The music is very loud. The dance floor is crowded. Females of every size, shape, and race are pawing at me as I make my way through them. I hadn’t expected the pull toward my mate to be quite so magnetic. In this room filled with hundreds of females, I expected to be bombarded with more scents than my brain could process. Instead, my mind is blocking everyone but my mate.
Yes, it’s stunning, but I can scent my intended from across the room even though I can’t see her in person yet. Her scent is already filling me, consuming me, bringing me to my knees.
I’m not alone. Another Eleadian male is by my side. He believes the pixie of a female who seems to have arrived with mine is his chosen. I’m grateful we aren’t after the same female, though my understanding is that wouldn’t have been possible. As soon as I spotted her on the monitor, she was mine. Already, without me having met her yet, she is aligning with me. No other Eleadian male will be drawn to her. Her fate is sealed.
Suddenly, I manage to politely shake off the last few females blocking me from my intended, and there she is. Her back is to me. She’s talking to her much shorter friend, but she stops. Her spine goes rigid, and her head pops up.
She can’t see me yet, but she has sensed me. Even though that’s not something that happens to humans, it’s so powerful that even human females experience it with our species.
I stand behind her, only a few inches separating us, inhaling deeply, memorizing her scent. Her hair is a glorious fall of thick waves down her back. Her skintight black dress accentuates her curves. I can see why human males find her type attractive, but on the other hand, that’s probably not the case at all. The reason I’m drawn to this female is because she’s mine. Fate brought her to me. It wouldn’t matter what she looked like; I would be magnetically pulled to her.
I sense her fear and anxiety. I can smell it, as well as feel it, wafting from her emotions. I’m breathing heavily. I want to touch her. When I do, some of her panic will ease. When I nick her skin, more of her anxiety will disappear.