I’ll have to convince her she’s my heart’s fire before the madness consumes me.
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Horek
As Commander of the Bohnari guards, my career is the one thing I care about more
than anything. Even more than the mating fever afflicting our males that causes us to
slowly descend into madness unless we find mates.
When the crown prince of Bohna negotiates with one of the Earth leaders for willing
human brides, I have no interest in one. No matter the risk.
Until one of the females triggers my mating fever to burn out of control, and all I desire
is Quinn. Except another male wants her as well. I’ll have to convince her she’s my
heart’s fire before the madness consumes me.
Quinn
Born and raised in the bottom tier, I know the upper tier will do anything to keep us
down. When the President announces that we’re the only women eligible for the
Bohnari bridal lottery, I’m suspicious. Not that I have any interest in becoming a bride
and leaving my mother—and only family left—behind.
Except, somehow, my name is called, along with my best friend’s.
Once we arrive on Bohna, I manage to catch the attention of one of the younger guards.
Too bad it’s the Commander who sets my blood on fire. When I learn the truth about the
mating fever that affects him, I’m not sure I can trust what Horek feels is real.
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“Good evening, my fellow Americans,” she says. “This is a day filled with amazing
possibility for twenty women. You will leave the bottom tier for something better. Something
exciting.”
I snort. “How does she know it’ll be better?”
Olivia shushes me, too.
“Any of the women whose names are announced tonight can decline the Bohnari’s offer,”
the President continues. “However, understand that by doing so you will invalidate your lottery
entry and not be given a second chance. You have until eight tomorrow morning to accept. Any
time after that, you will forfeit your place and another name will be announced.”
Tomorrow morning? That’s barely any time to commit to a life-altering decision like
moving to an alien planet and leaving everything behind. Sounds a little suspicious to me. Then
again, the women who entered the lottery did so of their own choosing so they must truly want
this.
“I will start by reading the first name,” the President announces.
Nausea churns in my belly for some weird reason. It’s the icky feeling I get when I know
something bad is about to happen.
“Olivia Jean Morrison,” she announces and my heart stops beating for a second.
Olivia grabs my hand and clutches it tightly. I blink back the tears. My best friend is
leaving me. Just like everyone else in my life. I can’t—won’t—cry here. Not in front of
everyone. I’ll wait until I’m home and can lock myself in my room.
Three more names are read and then the next.
“Devon Marie Jackson.” The woman across from me widens her eyes and her mouth
flaps open and closed.
“Lindsey Anabel Taylor.” She and Devon turn to each other with the same shocked
expression.
I sit there completely numb. Three people within feet of me—women I see nearly every
single day—will be gone in days.
Just like that I’ll be alone once again. All except for my
mother. This is why I stopped making friends. It hurts too much when they’re taken away. I
don’t hear any of the rest of the names being announced. There’s a white noise buzzing in my
ears instead.
I blink and focus on my surroundings. Only to find all the women staring at me.
I turn to Olivia. Her eyes are wide and there’s a slightly unhinged look to her as she
stares back at me. My gaze takes in everyone a second time. They continue gaping.
“What? Why are you all looking at me like that?”
Olivia recovers first and clears her throat. “The President called the name of the last
woman chosen.”
So?
“It was yours,” Devon is the one who answers.
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