His stomach knotted.
No.
No vecking way.
He would not be the prize won by these scheming females.
“What’s a piercing ceremony?” Leti asked, her gaze swiveling to his face.
He forced his lips to move. “It’s for mating. But your friend is wrong.” He allowed scorn to splash over his expression. “I would never mate a human slave.”
It shouldn’t have hurt.
Hurt implied she cared, and she definitely did not give a s**t about this arrogant Zandian bastard. As if she wanted to be mated to a f*****g purple alien!
But it wasn’t like the Zandians who had human mates seemed like they thought they’d downgraded. Mina’s mate had doted on her, and even the strange doctor couldn’t stop looking at his pregnant mate.
So if Paal found her so repulsive, it probably wouldn’t be too hard to find another
