Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Forgive me, little one.
I do not want you here.
Sitting with you is agony for me.
You know what’s the worst part about being transported to a different solar system and forced to live as a breeding vessel for a dickheaded king who doesn’t want to fuck you—but has a horribly handsome General who dry-humped you yesterday and then disappeared in the middle of an impromptu wrestling match?
Not having access to my fucking group chat.
Capri and Addy would know what to say, I think wistfully, tucking my knees closer to my chest. Staring out across the gleaming city I have yet to set foot in. Watching as the first of the three suns begins its descent toward the oncoming evening.
The blue one.
Which reminds me that I’m in another stupid dress, all dolled up, despite refusing to eat with Zolkan again… and secretly disappointed that Rask never came to collect me for more “training.”
This is also the only garment I have, given I’ve refused all of Norabi’s visits since yesterday. She tried to cajole me into attending the “communal meal” last night and showed up again for breakfast this morning. Both times, I turned her away and opted for a tray of food instead.
The one from a few hours ago is virtually untouched, sitting on a side table beside a bizarrely shaped chair. Like the bed, it’s an upside-down trapezoid.
For wings, I think idly, remembering how Rask’s flared while he rutted against me. Recalling how he tore himself away yesterday.
We cannot do this again.
Forgive me, little one.
My throat stings along with my eyes. The scene is bitterly familiar—me, on the verge of tears, curled up on my windowsill. A kajillion miles from home. Missing my friends and my phone, and freedom, in general.
Last time I felt this way, Rask appeared out of the blue. After the way he ran off, though, I doubt he’s going to volunteer for “comforting the human” duty.
Which is fine.
I’d rather be alone.
Liar, the new voice peeps.
As mortifying as it is, I’ve taken to answering her. Since she is, apparently, my only companion around here.
Quiet, I hiss back, overwhelmed by a sudden rush of outrage. Who do you think you are???
She doesn’t tell me; instead, a hard nudge squeezes my stomach. Go to the Alpha.
An image projects on the inside of my skull. I physically shake my head, rejecting any thought of the pompous, cold-blooded king.
I mean, honestly. Who abducts a girl they don’t even want?
And if he doesn’t want me, why am I stuck here?
More importantly, what am I going to do? I can’t exactly venture out into the strange planet full of omega-hungry aliens by myself. And I definitely can’t sit here like a trinket on a shelf until Rask decides to come around, or the Zortaire figures out some way to pawn me off.
I need… a job. A hobby, at least. Some sort of skill.
Or a friend, the voice whispers, flashing a new image.
This one, I like.
“Okay,” I huff back, like I’m not still talking to my own damn self. “Fine. You win.”