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“I am.” He must get Vegas back. He needed her. He wanted to breed with her. It was more than that. She made his stomach churn and left him feeling oddly unsettled when she wasn’t around.

Galaxars were not prone to lapses in their emotional state, but he knew what he was feeling. It was passion. Solan wanted that in his life. He was ready for it. He was ready to earn Vegas’s love.

His hand went to the four Hellitic stripes on his shoulder. He tore off his colonel’s insignia and dropped it to the ground. He would do anything to ensure Vegas was by his side. Even if that meant giving up his role in the Galaxar military to have her.

Padam looked down at the insignia. “You are forsaking us?”

“No. I will always be a Galaxar, and I will always be your friend. I need to do this for Vegas. She does not like it when I fight.”

Padam pressed a hand to Solan’s chest. “If she truly wishes to be with you, she will not expect you to change so much. Fighting is in our nature. We are warriors. She will want the warrior in you as much as she will the lover.”

The guard behind the desk moved toward them. “Out of the way! The prisoner has been spotted.” He grabbed his weapon from the desk.

Solan grabbed hold of the guard, lifting him off his feet. “Tell me where she is.”

The guard’s toes scraped on the ground. “Why the hell do you need to know?”

Solan shook him. “She is my mate.”

The guard’s eyes widened. “Vegas was seen heading toward the Enchanted Captain.”

Solan dropped the guard. Ignoring his protests, he raced back toward the bar. He would keep Vegas safe. He would show her he was the alien she needed in her life.

Padam ran along beside him. “Let’s go get your female.”

Chapter 17

The ricocheting hope in Vegas’s heart made her dizzy. She raced through the station with Heather. She had to find Solan. She didn’t care if she was caught now. She needed to tell him how she felt.

Vegas had resisted her feelings for such a long time, focusing on her need to make sure My Single Alien worked. She’d been lying to herself, trying to prove she didn’t need love in her life. What a fool she’d been. She needed love. The real kind. The kind that came with mess, complications, and frustrations. This was real. It was right in front of her. Vegas was ready to grab it and hold on for what would be the bumpiest, most exciting ride of her life.

She’d come so close to passing up this opportunity with Solan. Was she too late? Vegas didn’t know where he was or what had happened to him. Maybe he’d already left the bar. Maybe Padam had killed him. Maybe he’d killed Padam and station security was dragging him to the cells.

Whatever had happened, Vegas needed to know and needed to tell him everything that raced through her head.

She ran into the bar with Heather gasping for air alongside her. The place was a disaster zone. Tables were kicked over and glass scattered on the floor.

Olid was hurrying around, lifting tables and muttering under his breath.

“Where’s Solan?” Vegas ran over to him.

“I’m guessing you mean the half-crazed Galaxar who went on a rampage in this place with his friend.” Olid continued to clean, his back to Vegas.

“That’s the one,” Vegas said. “Are they both okay?”

“I’ll never understand Galaxars,” Olid said. “One minute they were laughing and joking, sharing a drink together. The next, one punched the other. I warned them not to damage this place. I’ll be sending a bill to their Brigadier. My poor bar.”

“You do that,” Vegas said. “Just tell me where they went.”

“They sorted out their differences and left.” Olid finally looked at Vegas. “Hey! They were arguing about you.”

“I told you they were,” Heather said to Vegas. “When things got serious I took off.”

“I believe you. What did they say after Heather left?” Vegas asked Olid.

“The bigger one said he didn’t want to be with you. He was looking for somebody else.”

“Solan doesn’t want me?” The urgency Vegas felt was replaced with a cold, painful ache in her heart. Had this all been a mistake?