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“You will manage. You are a survivor. Are you finished, madam?”
The seamstress floundered at being directly addressed. “Yes, Alpha. She has daily clothing and I will have a formal gown for her introduction.”
“Excellent. Thank you.”
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He lifted Honey off the dais and led her to the private study that was part of their quarters. “I want to show you my telescope.”
“Is that a euphemism for something?”
He laughed. “No. Come this way.”
Instead of pointing it at the sky, he aimed it to a distant mountain peak shrouded in clouds. He checked the aim and then locked it in place. “What do you see?”
She leaned in to put her eye to the eyepiece and stared. She could see a hill of rock and a fluttering piece of fabric. “I see what seems to be a flying shirt.”
“Why do you think that that is there?”
She was drawing a blank. “I have no idea.”
He pulled her into his arms and smiled down at her. “If you ever try to leave, I will sue you for breach of contract and breaking your debt.”
“What?”
“That flag is near a bottle and corked inside that bottle is your note. Proof that there is an outstanding debt between us as you can never hand me your voucher to confirm it has been fulfilled.”
Sheer shock rippled through her. “Why you sneaky bastard.”
“Not a bastard, you will meet my family during your introduction.” He grinned madly and pulled her through to his bed.
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“Now, given that you are in arrears with your debt, I do think that you should try and mitigate my wrath given that I am the injured party.”
She started laughing and kept it up throughout his snarls, his growling and his triumphant howl.
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In the front room, the seamstress smiled as she listened to the sounds of joyous mating. Perhaps the pale Terran was the right woman for the job of taming the Alpha after all.
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Epilogue
Three years later
alking on the beach was one of the joys of Honey’s pregnancy. “Corrak, don’t go too W
far.”
Her firstborn was frolicking in the icy waters, his seal shape keeping him toasty warm as he flopped in and out of the water, keeping to the shallows.
Every time he got out too deep, a shrieking golden rainbow of feathers would pluck him from the waves and deposit him back next to his mother. She sat watching her extended family fly, run and flutter on the beach, sitting solemnly on a rock, controlling them all with her voice.
Kaylee had come to visit the previous year and had remarked on Honey turning into the Shifter Whisperer. It was easy enough, she just had to always act like she was in charge and was aware of all consequences for all actions around her.
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of the main continent. His family came to the house as well and together they had a relaxing few days that helped her settle and gave her time to bake and cook.
As she watched, a few of the shifters changed into their bipedal forms and headed for the house.
She was the only person she knew on this world who wore clothing during all outside hours.
As she thought of public nudity, her mate appeared in front of her, carrying their son.
“Corrak is sleepy. I will take him up to the house for a nap. Stay here.”
Raddik’s mother was inside working on supper, she would keep an eye on Corrak. With this pregnancy, Honey couldn’t stand to be around cooking food. She could eat like a champ, but cooking was out of the question, so when she and her little family were alone, the Alpha had to put on the apron.
Outside had become her safest and most comfortable place.
Raddik had found pants when he went inside, but had left his feet bare. He loved the feel of sand in his toes and they had spent many nights trying to get it out of other body parts.
Without asking, he lifted her up and put her down on his lap. “How is your stomach today?”
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without its brother’s bad habit of putting his body into a force field when threatened. It was a handy reflex when he was in the ocean, but at the top of a set of stairs, not so much.
“No. Let’s have a surprise.” He wrapped one hand around her waist and cupped her breast with the other. “Do you agree?”
She watched the sun set on this alien world and realized that it wasn’t alien anymore. She had family and her life was starting all over again. She had a man who loved her enough to remind her of her debt and a people who refused to fetch the bottle back for her even though they could easily reach it. It was her kryptonite and it turned her into a more sympathetic figure for the Oefric. She was good for their leader and they were not going to let her go.
“You are the Alpha and I will always agree with you. Well, unless I don’t agree and then I will take it up in private.” She nibbled at his jaw and gnawed at his neck.
His increased breathing made her smile. That spot on his neck was a precise location and she had committed it to memory when she found it.
She slid her arm around his back and sat happily with him, watching the first of three sunsets.
The sex would come, it always did and if she was very, very lucky, it wouldn’t involve removing sand from crevices.
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Author’s Note
Hello, all, and thanks for coming.
In Encode, I went back to Station 13, referred to Tears of the Star and finally tumbled Honey into the arms of the Oefric. A race first seen in Enforce.
When a race sets up colonies, they need a home world and where did these critters come from?
Ohshlin. A planet guaranteed to make some folks spit when they pronounce it out loud.
Thanks for joining me for this set of five, Entropy, Entrap, Engage, Enforce and now… Encode.
The next set of five is in the planning stages, some of the covers are on my work-in-process page on my website.
I love the new cover for Chain. It is one of Martine Jardin’s best and in case you didn’t know, she does all these weird and wonderful covers for me.
That’s it for now.
Your faithful author,
Viola Grace
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http://www.devinedestinies.com About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there.
She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time.
Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis.
In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush.
Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.
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