Alien Prince's Bride: Scifi Alien Romantic Triangle Romance Novel by Vi Voxley Page A

warriors will die trying to win you, but he has no particular grudge against them.”
    Areon , Violet thought . The fool who is going to get himself killed. Could his demon luck really save him? Why couldn’t he just quit?
    With a painful tinge in her heart, Violet realized she no longer seriously wanted him to quit. On the other hand, her faith in his chances of survival hadn’t improved either.
    “Except for the Raider Prince, of course,” Irmela added.
    Oh. The Prince. But surely he could survive whatever father had in store for him, right? It’s just like Maige said, if he’s good enough to win me, he’s worth it.
    The others also looked up at the mention of that name. Whether or not they wanted to have him, he was interesting enough to warrant everyone’s attention.
    “Do they finally know who he is?” Pearl asked. “God, how long can that man hide his true face?”
    “Not yet,” Irmela said. “The Overlord and Forial have a plan to flush him out.”
    Violet’s heart was beating so hard she thought it might pop out of her chest. She’d finally know! She only hoped they wouldn’t hurt him. He had to be alright so he could win. Then Violet could be his and everything would be fine again, just like she’d planned – nice and easy and against all odds and every trick the Overlord had in store for them. If only she could convince herself she still wanted that.
    Because – where did that leave Areon?
     
    ***
     
    Later in her room, Violet finally allowed herself to think of the strange way her heart suddenly seemed fixated on the guard, instead of the Prince, like it was supposed to! She firmly put it down to the fact that she hadn’t really seen the Prince, while she’d seen more than enough of Areon. Violet had imagined what the Prince would look like, but she didn’t have to imagine Areon.
    Which was why it was so weird that she did, vividly so.
    She’d barely allowed herself to think of him in the three years that had passed. At first, Violet had been too upset to give him any consideration at all. He was gone, she’d saved his life and that was that. Seeing him in the tournament had been a surprise and his new look even more so. Supposedly that explained why Violet found herself dreaming back to the day.
    God he was just a magnet of misfortune , she thought.
    Everywhere Areon went, something precious and probably invaluable was broken in his wake. He wasn’t merely clumsy, he was incredibly accident-prone – a walking disaster. In a way, young Violet had liked it. He had amused her. Funnily enough, her inner voice hadn’t been wrong to point out it was a time in her life when she’d been the happiest. She hadn’t allowed herself to consider it before, but almost all of her favorite memories were somehow connected to him.
    And then came the day when she’d broken his fall and he’d ruined her first touch. No man had ever laid a hand on her before.
    Violet thought that the surprise explained the minute they’d laid there together, but now she was no longer so sure. Earlier that day she’d felt an emotion quite similar to the one she’d felt then. Only now she was older and better prepared to understand it.
    Desire. What she’d felt was desire. More than that, actually – horrible, gut-wrenching lust. A burning of her flesh that yearned to have more contact with him, even if she knew it was absurd to think so. He hadn’t won her, he wouldn’t win her. The Prince would, of course, but...
    Her lips still hungered for the kiss. Everywhere else Areon was just a walking accident waiting to happen. Like in the spider web, the way he’d just dangled on the wall. Violet sighed. So why, in that moment, it had felt like he was someone else? A man, a real man – powerful and strong and magnificent, ready to sweep her off her feet, with broad shoulders and thick arms and a playful smile on his lips.
    She whimpered despite herself. It was the feeling she’d hoped for, that she’d wanted, but not