No alien prince is going to throw me on his shoulder and carry me away!
I don't care that he's technically rescuing me.
Saving my life multiple times doesn't mean he can eye me up and down and lick his lips.
He can say we're fated mates all he wants, I won't give up everything just to be his pretty little housewife.
But then why is the only thing I can think of how much I crave him?
How badly I need him?
And how much I want us to be a family?
I used to be independent. Now I'm all his.
It's enough to make me sick to my stomach every morning.
Its either that. Or it's the...
Two little twins growing inside me.