Changed: Mated to the Alien Alpha (The Omega Colony, #1)

by Robin Moray

I’m acutely aware how unlike riding a horse it is. The idea with a horse is that it responds to your input. You put a saddle and a bridle on it, and you train it to accept you, and through a process of familiarity and Stockholm Syndrome it likes you now. You’re the boss. It’s an animal. It does what you want. It’s a really inefficient car.

Not all aliens have to be titty aliens, after all.

(Karl puts Hrana’s arm in an amputated parts bag, and then moans about not having any way to refrigerate it. Or reattach it. In that order.)

“Do you require anything, my mate? Something to eat? More cushions?” I scowl at him. This is his fault, after all. “I just want to be not pregnant anymore.”

I still feel like a hippo, just a somewhat more buoyant hippo.