Their Zandian Mate - Chapter One
If this was prison, she’d stay forever.
Her cell might very well be the finest in the galaxy. Eslyn curled up on a shimmering spidersilk coverlet in shades of teal and turquoise and nursed her infant. Thankfully, she wasn’t in the dungeon in the belly of Prince Zander’s palatial pod, like her mates.
Former mates.
She didn’t claim any of those males, other than as the sires of her young. Stars, she was glad to be out of their hands and safe on the pod. Even if she was a prisoner to her room.
A prisoner living in absolute luxury. Her chamber had a temperature controlled floating cradle for her infant, complete with a oneway see-through cover that projected images of Zandian nature on the interior walls and played soothing music or simulated her heartbeat
