My Alien Prince: Claimed by the Atrexu (SciFi BBW Alien Romance) by Calista Skye Page A

female, and seeing her sleep innocently did something to his heart.
    He turned off the light in the cabin and went back to the cockpit, feeling a surge of excitement in the pit of his stomach. Perhaps this expedition wasn't a failure after all.

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    “W hat exactly are your intentions with this alien?” Ber'Ain had left the autopilot in charge of the hyperspace flying and turned his pilot's seat around for the war council the three men were having. “We don't know anything about her, not even why she's on board.”
    “Except that she appears to be exactly what we went there to look for,” Ev'Ax pointed out. “It's hard to imagine a more fortuitous chance. We would be fools not to see if she might be willing to consider our proposal.”
    “And which proposal is that, Ev'Ax? 'Hey, we knocked you unconscious and then doped you up and then put you to sleep, all while taking you sixteen light years away from your home'? That proposal?”
    “No, the proposal to consider marrying the prince, of course. We have not yet been able to put it to her, but I think Ar'Ric intends to.”
    “I don't believe this!” Ber'Ain exclaimed. “We have known this lady for about twenty seconds when she wasn't blacked out or under the influence of drugs, and those twenty seconds were spent fighting her. And now we're talking about her becoming a royal princess? ”
    “The possibility must be explored,” Ev'Ax replied. “Everything we do know about her is ideal. Is it really inconceivable that the rest of her might be, too? The only thing that worries me is that she's obviously a mighty warrior. If I know warriors, and I've spent my whole adult life around them, she will not want to abandon her life of conquest and honor for the life of an Imperial Princess.”
    “It's a conundrum,” the prince said, breaking his silence. “She refrained from using deadly force because it would violate her sense of honor. On one hand, an honorable warrior spirit is very right in a princess. On the other hand, it might create problems. For instance, her motherly instincts may be dulled by constant warfare. She will be the mother of my heirs, and they must only receive the best care from their mother from the very start. Can we be sure that she will provide it?”
    “Surely that's to be determined in the future?” Ber'Ain said. “What I think we should talk about is the fact that from a certain point of view, we have abducted her.”
    “But didn't you hear her? She wants to come!”
    “She was drugged up to her ears in mood enhancer when she said that. If you'd asked her if she wanted to be shot from a cannon into the sun, she would have agreed with the same degree of enthusiasm.”
    “We can defend our actions,” Ev'Ax pointed out. “First: She was not invited aboard. She's a stowaway, as real as they come. Second: We had to do some wild maneuvering because we thought we were under attack. She lost her consciousness, but if you hadn't done that, Ber'Ain, we might all have died. Third: I gave her a mood enhancer because I was worried that we would be dealing with an angry warrior running loose in the ship. I gave her too much, I admit, and that was my fault. But it was understandable. Fourth: We put her to sleep to save her from saying those very strange and embarrassing things.”
    Ber'Ain looked at the prince. “Why did you decide that we would not turn around and take her to where she came from as soon as we knew we had only been attacked by an automated system?”
    “I take responsibility for that, of course. If it was dishonorable, then I must live with that. But you both know why we went on this expedition. She appears to be everything we looked for. We need time to evaluate her aptitude as a princess. Now we will have that time, during the two days we will be in transit.”
    “And if she demands to be taken back?”
    “Then we will do that. Anything else would be dishonorable. We're not kidnappers.”
    “I don't like any of this,”