Caught Between Two Blue Aliens - Celia Kyle Page 0,49

terrible. Horrific. Of course, having a wife and future children would be their priority—a dream come true for them.

And did she want the same?

Did she want Sevith and Hiren as not just boyfriends, but as her husbands and to become pregnant with their half-Drokten, half-human baby? Jenna exhaled as images of darling babies with blue skin danced in her mind. Yes, she did want that. She wasn’t opposed to it in the least. Not that she was ready to fully bear her heart yet to these two men… And also, how could any of this work considering she still needed to protect Noah and Bea from the secretary’s machinations by turning herself into a spy. She couldn’t join their triad while she carried the burden of these damaging secrets. “You’re welcome,” she smiled back, squeezing Hiren’s rough claw. “Thank you for inviting me and thinking of my brother and sister.”

Hiren narrowed his eyes at her and seemed to stare straight into her soul. She did her best to keep her face blank and her thoughts on kittens and puppies.

Meanwhile, the thrusters powered up. “Oh my gosh.” She placed her other hand on her stomach, which tingled as they began their ascent. She continued to hold on to Hiren’s claw with a death grip, and he didn’t complain once.

Finally, the shuttle’s speed seemed to even out and she relaxed.

Jeez, every moment spent in the company of these two offered new and exciting experiences. Her life had been overwhelmed with the minute details of mundane subsistence. After the invasion and the rebuilding afterward, there’d been no opportunity for college or the life trajectory she’d been thinking of prior to the attack by the Zignill. She’d instead rolled through life with blinders on, her attention firmly on the next bill coming due, the next paycheck, the next gig. Her schedule was usually so jam-packed with duties, responsibilities, and obligations that she scarcely had time to eat, sleep, and bathe on time. Much less consider the wild fantasies such as the one she currently rode out.

It wasn’t that she’d never daydreamed. It was quite the opposite. Sometimes, on a slow shift at the diner or while riding the public transport, her mind would detach itself from whatever repetitive, manual labor she was engaged in and simply drift, filling with adventurous aspirations.

To meet a Drokten face to face. Check.

To hold a conversation, however short or inconsequential, with one of the aliens who’d saved their planet. Check.

And her secret fantasy—pursuing a relationship with two blue aliens. Check?

And now she was blasting out into space to board the Drokten battleship? Well, that might as well have been a fairytale in the naïve mind of a child as far as Jenna was concerned.

She glanced furtively at the male sitting beside her and also at Sevith’s back—the male who was expertly piloting their shuttle. It was strange. Jenna now recognized their differing personalities. Hiren was the calm Bahn while Sevith was the passionate, fiery Azi. Hiren was the beta to Sevith’s alpha. She was learning to pick up on their emotions and maybe even affect how they felt, like she did back on Drokten Main.

That was pretty amazing. They’d told her again and again that she was their future Oso and therefore part of their triad. The link between the three of them just seemed to continue to grow…even though she wasn’t Drokten.

How could a human even become part of a Drokten triad? She was human, with an entirely different physiology, yet her brain was able to bond with theirs? Weird.

Maybe her mind was naturally open to this type of bond? She’d gotten good, through her work, at learning how to read people’s body language and listen carefully to what they had to say and the tone of their voices. This helped her to source a threat and neutralize it as well as figure out a customer’s needs. She’d started to feel that she was pretty good at it. But this link she had with these two males went far beyond the usual level of empathy Jenna felt for her fellow human being.

She sensed the Drokten’s emotions as though she had partial ownership of them. As though the same feelings that rattled through their large, alien bodies rolled in her veins, too. It was intoxicating, frightening, and awe-inspiring all at the same time. She didn’t want the sensation to stop, but she was also afraid of what it might mean to her—to them—if she took their relationship to the