His Human Possession (Zandian Masters 8)

Paal looked over and was shocked to see his mother wiping tears. Again she waved. He smiled and bowed in her direction.

Zander waited until they’d returned to their places before he spoke again. “We honor our non-Zandian comrades who joined this fight with us. You were promised a home here on Zandia, and it will be yours. We must determine how best to accomplish a co-existence, but I am confident we can. As you know, my mate is hu

man. My young is a half-breed.” Zander stretched a hand out toward Lamira, who stood to his right. She bowed her head over the babe in her arms.

“Rebuilding our planet is important, but repopulation is an even more pressing concern. As such, we will be developing a rehabitation plan to encourage both resettlement and mating.

“The Zandians require brides.

“I will work with my team this week on developing a policy and structure, but I will tell you this—those standing before me now will have first priority in obtaining homesteads. So long as you are mated. As we are dangerously short on females, mating in multiples seems to be the best solution.

“If you wish to receive a land and homestead grant, I suggest you form a group, find a female, and ready yourselves to petition. That’s all I’ll say for now.” He bowed.

For the hundredth time that planet rotation, Paal pulled his female up against his body and claimed her mouth. “Good thing I already have my bride.” He gently thumbed her nipple, where his piercing ring hung. “Freshly pierced.” He gazed down at her, basking in the glow of her warm smile. “I’m just trying to figure out where I’ll hang this on you.” He palmed the heavy crystal around his neck as if weighing it.

To his delight, his female blushed.

“I’m sure we’ll find some use for it.” He grinned and nibbled at her lips again. “Is it time for your next vecking?”

She wound her arms around his neck. “I think it must be.” The huskiness in her voice had him lifting her up to straddle his waist as he marched back to the palatial pod.

He had serious business to take care of—pleasuring his female.

The prince and his rehabitation plans could wait.

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Night of the Zandians: A Reverse Harem Romance

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Night of the Zandians - Chapter One

Riya

The Zandians require brides.

Prince Zander—no, King Zander now that he’s taken back his planet—stands in front of all of us, human and Zandians alike, and makes his intentions for repopulation clear.

I gaze around at the throng gathered in front of what used to be the palace. Everything seems so vast and empty under a bright sky, devoid of any cloud cover. The Zandian sun reflects off the white marble stone that makes up the rubble, nearly blinding me.

How can such a small group possibly ever rebuild this planet, dedicated as they—we— are?

The devastation in Zandia’s capital is so absolute that it makes me sick to my stomach. The crumbled ruins of once-majestic buildings, now heaps of marble rubble and twisted metal, look as gruesome as any bloody wound I tended during the battle.

I shouldn’t care—it’s not my planet. My planet was raped and ruined a thousand years ago by the Ocretions, but Zandia’s been dangled in front of us humans like Shangri-la. A place we’ll be able to be free.

Supposedly.

But what Zander’s saying now puts ice cold fear into me.

A shiver runs down my spine and I can’t stop my gaze from flicking to the giant Zandian warrior across the plaza.

Tarren.

The one whose firm thigh I straddled when I sewed up the gash splitting the side of his face. He’s standing with two other Zandians and—sweet mother Earth—they’re all looking at me!