Mated To The Alpha Alien
A sinister chuckle comes from the Knight's Commander, “typical royal Kindred. Using his gift to cheat death.”
I stand to my full height, rolling my shoulders back, and I get into my combat stance. “Don't hate me because you're not me.” I sneer, inhaling the pungent odour of jealousy emanating from his green skin.
“Believe whatever helps you sleep at night, Zion Mahji. Alpha King of the Kindred species.” He retorts, pushing off the snow with his bare feet, the commander throws his lance into the wind, leaping through the air with his feet pointing in my direction.
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