Alien Guard's Mate (SciFi Paranormal Alien Romance) (Vistran Love Book 3) by April Osirus Page B

and asked in an incredibly bored tone, “Care to dance?”
    Amara shook her head, unable to bring herself to touch bodies with such a cruel man. “No thank you,” she said, trying to take her leave.
    Milo’s long fingers shot out and grabbed her wrist. Twisting her arm behind her back, he pushed her hand upwards, making Amara cry out. “Care. To. Dance?” he asked again, emphasizing each word.
    Amara nodded quickly, afraid he would soon dislocate her shoulder. After another cruel twist, Milo released her. Her forearm was glowing red as they danced.
    No. Of all the men out there in the galaxy, Milo Lincoln was the last man she wanted to meet, let alone marry.
    ***

              The week before their trip to Soong and the Lincolns, Lord Phillips had received a message from his mines about problems that required his direct attention. Knowing he would not return in time for their trip, Lord Phillips had raged in frustration at the timing of the universe.
                  Amara secretly couldn’t have been more pleased. She saw this as a sign of fate finally favoring her.
                  Until the next day.
                  That was when her father informed her she would still be leaving for her trip. Amara had asked if she was going on her own. This would be an amazing opportunity. She could easily change her ticket and fly off to a different colony or planet and escape her father and his terrible matchmaking for once and for good!
                  But Lord Phillips had shaken his head. With a mysterious grin, he said, “Oh I’m not so stupid to let a girl like you leave this colony by herself. You’ll have yourself a proper escort.”
                  Amara had no idea what her father meant. But she knew if the escort was anything like a servant or a man similar to her father, she could easily escape him. So with that in mind, Amara carefully packed her trunks. Instead of packing beautiful clothes for a meeting with her intended, she packed for a life of adventure and freedom somewhere in the universe.
                  Feeling quite confident and nervously excited for her future, Amara had quietly ridden to the ship port as her father had ordered her to. But waiting for her was not a timid servant or a blustering old man like her father.
                  Waiting for her at the port was a seven and a half foot tall Vistran with muscles to spare.
    Amara gulped.
    Perhaps escape would not be as easy as she had hoped.
     
    ***

              Loku had been a soldier of the Vistran Army for a long time. His hard muscular body spoke of countless nights of rough and merciless training and battle. But in recent years, a lull of peace had fallen across Vistra. After opening the planet to the rest of Federated space, the planet had become less about war and more about technology and progress.
                  That was all good and well with Loku, except it meant that he didn’t have much of a job on Vistra anymore. The Army soon became more of a symbolic occupation with a few soldiers chosen for palace guard duty and the rest doing more menial civil occupation like simple policing of small cities.
                  While many soldiers had fallen into this easier lifestyle with some readiness, Loku had not. He had wanted more than just guard duty or the overseeing of petty civil disputes. He had joined the Army because he had wanted action and adventure. And with the lack of females on Vistra, Loku had specifically spent all of his mating energy on training and fighting.
                  But now these skills had become obsolete.
                  So Loku had left and found work as a mercenary. He had worked to train other soldiers in other planets and colonies. He had fought with smaller groups to put down invaders or thieves. He still got his fill of fighting and adventure. The only