Mated to the Alien King: The Complete Series: A BBW SciFi Alien Romance (Captured by the Alien King Book 12) by Lisa Lace Read Free Book Online Page A

to depend on him so much in such a short period?
    We all looked around. We were the only people in this cell.
    "Shit," Jared said, "I think I'm going to puke."
    He stumbled over to the toilet and threw up. Mana turned away, one hand over her mouth, the other holding her head. I tried to ignore the ache in my temples. Someone needed to figure out what we could do and how we could find Dar.
    I went to the door. They had firmly locked it; I don't even know why I tried. I walked around the room, pulling on the manacles, carefully avoiding the toilet region where Jared was washing his face off.
    Jared leaned heavily against the wall and slid down it until he was sitting. There was a large bruise on his cheek from where he had hit the wall.
    "Let me see that," Mana said. "You don't seem well."
    "I'll be fine, Mana. Don't worry."
    She looked surprised and then a little troubled.
    "I'm not worried," she said, her eyes darting to me. "But you have a bad bruise."
    She reached out to touch his cheek and Jared closed her eyes as her fingers gently traced the hurt part of his face.
    "I wish I had my first aid kit," she said, softly.
    He looked up at her, a smile on his face in spite of his injuries.
    "Thanks, Mana," he said.
    I felt like a third wheel.
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    Hours later, we were lying on the floor. Jared and Mana were asleep, but I couldn't calm down enough to sleep. I heard someone moan, and I looked up to see Dar lying on the floor in the middle of the room. I jumped up and ran to him.
    Please be alive, I thought to myself. My movements woke Mana up, and she came over to evaluate Dar.
    "They wouldn't transport him in here if he were dead," Mana said as she knelt beside me. Jared hadn't woken up.
    I hadn't realized that I had been speaking out loud.
    She was examining him, finding his pulse and checking other vital signs. "Still unconscious but vital signs are good. We just have to wait for him to come around."
    Waiting. More waiting. I hated waiting.
    After the longest hour of my life, he started to stir. I saw his body twitch, and then he groaned and rolled over.
    "Dar?" I was beside him in an instant, my hand on his arm. "Are you okay? What happened?"
    He didn't say anything but started coughing. Finally, he opened his eyes. Then he tried to sit up, and Mana and I helped him. Jared was somehow still sleeping.
    "Dar?" I said, my eyes full of tears. "Can you talk? Are you all right? Will you tell us what happened to you?"
    He stared at me for a long moment.
    My blood ran cold. There was no recognition in his eyes, only confusion.
    "Dar? Do you know where you are? Do you..." I hesitated, not wanting to ask. "Do you know who I am?"
    He looked at me for an extended time without saying anything. Then he shook his head no.
    I lost all strength in my legs, and I sat down.
    "Kenna, he might be suffering trauma right now. Maybe he's had a brain injury from hitting his head."
    I closed my eyes, holding my stomach. I felt sick. He was as good as dead. He was no longer the man I loved. Just like that, he had been taken away from me. I bit my lip and tried not to cry. Jared finally woke up and came over.
    "Mana, you know he's been mind-wiped. Don't try to pretend to spare me."
    For the first time, I saw Mana get angry with me.
    "Excuse me, you little upstart bitch. I've known him my whole life. We are best friends. I wouldn't bother to lie to spare your feelings. You would have broken his heart. And your grief is NOTHING compared to mine."
    I stared at her, not understanding the flood of malice. Sure, she hadn't been very friendly towards me, but I hadn't realized that she hated me so much.
    "Mana," Jared said putting his arm around her.
    "No, Jared," she said, shaking off his arm. "She's comes out of nowhere and steals his heart, changing him and putting him in danger. And then she dares to think that her pain is somehow more than mine because of an infatuation?"
    She stepped towards me as if she wanted to fight. If she wanted to fight, she would