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“Toorg!”
Erin rolled her eyes as a chorus of female voices called out in welcome when they entered the draftees common area.
“I am Toorg,” she heard him answer proudly, smiling and waving at his adoring fans.
She also watched his concerned gaze slide to the light mocha-skinned female staring out the window. It covered every inch of the woman before he could make himself look away. It was the same reaction Toorg had every time they entered the room and Prudence was hiding away from everyone in her own thoughts.
Fifty-seven of the fifty-eight females in the draftee area always called out to her handsome guard, but Toorg seemed only interested in the one who never even turned his way. The alien’s reaction had convinced her beyond doubt that males from every planet were all the fecking
