Alien Guard's Mate (SciFi Paranormal Alien Romance) (Vistran Love Book 3) Read Online Free

believe what he was feeling. He wanted to deny it.
                  But Vistrans were taught from a very young age to always listen your body. Your body never lied and what it felt was as truthful as the sun’s rising or the water’s waves.
                  And his body wasn’t lying now.
                  His heart thumped passionately as it recognized the one it desired, the one it needed.
                  Loku had finally found his mate.
                  And she was intended for another.
     
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              Dinner was just as painful as Amara had expected it to be. And to make the matter worse, she was deprived of her one support. Loku had been provided his dinner in the servant’s quarters. The large gleaming dinner table only held the Lincolns and Amara.
                  “We hear that Lord Phillips has recently acquired more mines on the east colony,” Lord Lincoln said as he took another bite of his succulent dinner.
                  Amara nodded, feeling hollow and cold. She had no idea how to get off of Soong and the marriage meeting with the Lincolns. But she knew that the hollow ache within her was echoing for something more. She was aching for Loku. She needed her Vistran.
                  “My, my,” Lady Lincoln said, in a pinched smile. “It seems there is no end to the Phillips fortune. It may soon come to par with the Lincolns.” She gave a horribly nasally laugh as if she had made a clever joke.
                  Throughout the entire meal, Milo sat silently, pushing food around on his plate. The only thing that seemed to interest him was Amara. He kept staring at her unnervingly throughout dinner. Lord and Lady Lincoln seemed oblivious to their son’s peculiar mannerisms.
                  Once the meal was over, Amara had hoped to be dismissed but Lord and Lady Lincoln had other ideas.
                  “Milo, why don’t you take Amara out across the balcony? It has such a lovely view at this time of the evening,” Lord Lincoln said, practically winking at his son. Amara couldn’t believe these people were considered noble.
                  Milo pushed away from the table and offered his arm to Amara. Seeing no other choice, she took it and followed him out of the dining room.
     
     
                  As soon as they were outside, Amara took a deep breath of the cool night air. She tried not to shiver at being so close to Milo and his thin but wiry body.
                  They quietly strolled a few steps along the wide balcony, the stars twinkling above them.
                  “I don’t approve the simpleness of your gown tonight,” Milo said suddenly. “I expect you to wear something more appropriate to my title once we are married. You saw my mother. You saw her respectable attire.”
                  Amara thought back to Lady Lincoln’s bright satin gown that was covered in lace and bows and looked like an overly decorated confection. She felt suffocated just imagining herself in such a gown.
                  Amara stopped walking, pulling Milo to a stop next to her.              
                  “Lord Lincoln,” she started, feeling her heart pound beneath her breast, “Milo. You can’t possibly find me suitable for you.” Honesty seemed her only route for escape now. Perhaps Milo would find courage in her honesty. After all, he couldn’t possibly think they suited each other. “Wouldn’t you want to be free to pick a wife who is more to your standards?”
                  Milo stood silently, his thin face bland of expression. His brow only showed a slight crease as he took in her words. He finally turned to her, looking down his large, slightly beaked, nose.
                  “Are you saying that you are above my standards?”