Amante Alienígena Novels & Stories

he said, though his own control was rapidly fraying under her desperate need. "It hurts so much. Please, Alpha, help me. I want you," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Whoever did this to you will pay with their life," he promised darkly. Aman, Zora has ingested a powerful aphrodisiac. I need the antidote immediately, he mindlinked Aman. Minutes later, Aman knocked on the door and Alpha Trent called for her to enter. She gasped at the way the room was in complete disarray—water spilled on the floor and clothes scattered everywhere.

Among these forgotten worlds is Gorgor, a planet whose indomitable spirit yearns for resurrection and revenge against those who condemned it to oblivion. _My Alien Prince Charming_ is a captivating tale of love, courage, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship that transcends the boundaries of time and space. Through the eyes of Lilith, a young girl whose imagination breathes life into the lost world of Gorgor and its heroic prince, Andreas, this narrative explores the transformative power of belief and the resilience of the human spirit.

There, we were warmly greeted by Beta Johnston, who courteously escorted us to the back terrace. There she stood, the hero of the day, engaging in conversation with a heavily pregnant woman. As I approached, I realized she was speaking to the mate of the Delta. Another woman was nearby, her aura exuding darkness. "Alpha Elyon and Luna Xena, this is my mate Marelva," Johnston introduced us to her. She was obviously human and had a noticeably large belly. Great, it turns out I'm the only woman here who isn't pregnant because my mate is more interested in someone else's woman. How frustrating!

Hadn’t reached for me through our bond. Ares whined within me, his golden presence stretching toward Athena’s copper warmth only to find it withdrawn, curled tight and defensive around whatever turmoil churned inside my mate. The name Ethan had called her; Amala Luna Velasco, echoed between us, unspoken but impossible to ignore. Three words that threatened to unravel everything we thought we knew about the woman I loved.

The images flickered, fusing into one — Mateo’s form, taller, calmer, standing inches away. His eyes were black mirrors. “Do you still love her?” The question hit harder than any strike. I didn’t answer. “You should. Because she’s mine now. She just doesn’t know it yet.” Then he vanished, leaving behind a line of code burning across every wall: THE BLOOD CODE UNLOCKS AT MIDNIGHT. And the floor lit up beneath me — in the shape of Amara’s name. AMARA The nightmares had changed. They weren’t dreams anymore. They were messages.

Darren explained. “Oh yes. That. I was so caught up in the whole mate introductions.” André quickly explained. “Amelia is a Gamma heir from Madonie who can see when magic is being used to catch you up. Darren had her identify the afflicted at the holding cells to use a potion Bisnonna made to counter it.”

That was only to keep those who were hungry for power from finding them, and having created so many replicas, most didn’t know which were real and which weren’t, and ONLY those that were real could find one another, fitting together as two puzzle pieces. “What are you doing here?” Alessandro asked, looking at his compass which glowed and I shook my head at him, pulling the eye out, knowing that the two pieces had indeed found one another. Both seemed to be under a magnetic pull, and a blue ray emitted from both of them. Dante frowned, and the two women got out of the car as Anastasia’s hand moved. The eye showing me the effect it was having, let me know that the baby was far too young for me

Questions and exclamations filled the air, and Angel struggled not to cringe under the scrutiny of the entire pack. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself? she asked herself. She was surprised when Layon ignored the pack and wandered over to nuzzle his snout into her cheek, offering her a lick before he turned and began to shift back into his human form. Fearful of their gazes, Angel remained in wolf form, pressing herself against Layon's bare leg even as he addressed the pack. "Angel Hale is the traitor's daughter no more! She is my mate, the mate of the next pack alpha!"

I'll see what I can do," she nods toward Alpha Blue. Suddently Beta Abir is next to me and staring at Ana like he wants to eat her up. He takes her hand and bows low over it, "Ana," he says, kissing it, his lips lingering. I notice goosebumps rise on her flesh and her cheeks blush mauve against her pale blue flesh. She snatches her hand away. "My name," she says, "is Anahita." She stalks off. Ana can be a real bitch when she wants to. But I'm not sure what exactly is happening between her and Abir. I may be mateless but that doesn't mean I can't recognize the scent of a potential mating. Abir of course is gone again as soon as she is.

my eyes landed on a small inscription on the coffin. I quickly squat and then I read the inscription slowly. Since the coffin seems to be old I find it difficult.... but still I read something that seems more like... Forcing my eyes to read in the dark, I finally picture the statement which says M-A-T-E! "Mate?" I uttered out, not knowing what was ahead of me. The coffin automatically opens on its own, and a skeleton jumps out of it, as it places its mouth on my neck, and suck my blood.