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Lamira rubbed her belly, swollen below her newly pierced belly button. She was n***d and on her knees, as Zander required when he entered his chamber, but her huge purple-skinned mate didn’t even look at her when he entered. He’d been ignoring her since their return to his pod the previous planet rotation.
It was better than being banished from his chamber, as he’d done when she’d refused to tell him the truth about her psychic abilities. Sort of. Still, suffering his continued silence made her chest ache.
“Zander—”
He held up his hand. “Do not speak unless spoken to.”
She nibbled her lip. So they were back to this. After he’d taken her as his mate, pierced and adorned her with Zandian crystals, after he’d admitted his love for her, now he was back to treating her like nothing more
