ROMANCE: Lion Protector (Paranormal Shifter BBW Military Romance) (Shapeshifter Alpha Male Short Stories Book 2) by Alexa Blair Page B

make use of them more than anything.”
                  Walking among his troops as they approached the palace, he watched in satisfaction as stray citizens were easily bested in their combat efforts. He had not anticipated such an easy victory, but would take great joy in domesticating their remaining citizens and bending them to his will. He could see they were hearty people and would make good slaves as miners or farmhands. Yes. This would increase his wealth immensely and that would provide for future conquests. He was especially pleased with their women. Their bodies looked especially soft and supple. He enjoyed the way their curves seemed smoother and their hips angled differently than the alien women he was used to. Their demeanor seemed less harsh as well, matching their delicate appearance. He couldn't wait to break one in for his very own, to experiment with their bodies and see exactly how soft they were. They seemed delicate and breakable, both physically and emotionally. Again, this was an excellent combination.
                  Jocasta heard the glass door at the front of the palace shatter as she hid underneath her marriage bed. She knew that the invaders had broken through their front lines of defense if they had made it this far. She closed her eyes and thought about Vangorg. He couldn't have failed her. He was her champion and her hero. Surely he was still alive. She would feel their bond break in her bones if he had been killed in combat. She would feel his spirit entering her veins as he would be absorbed into her as part of the ether world.
                  “Hello? Anyone home?”
                  The chilling alien voice echoed throughout the rooms, and Jocasta could hear their movements thundering and plodding throughout, breaking glasses and artifacts, destroying ancient works of art, and taking whatever they chose. As the sounds approached the doorway the only thing Jocasta knew to do was lie completely still in hopes they would not be able to sense her humanity and simply think the palace had been abandoned. She closed her eyes and focused all of her thoughts on Vangorg commanding her body to be motionless. She tried to slow her breathing so it didn't come out in fearful, ragged gasps. As soon as she had that thought, she heard a crunching sound to her right. There was someone in the room with her. Biting her lip, she made an effort to control any emotion as an otherworldly voice boomed, “I know you're here. I smell you. I favor it. Come out now and your punishment will be less severe.”
                  Swallowing, she still kept silent, even as the creature easily picked up their bed and flung it against the wall. “Haha. Some of you creatures never cease to amuse me. Hiding under the bed like an infant. Do I frighten you? I should.”
                  Jocasta attempted to get up and run out of the room before the alien beast, whose eyes glowed like the fires of hatred, could reach her. It was to no avail, however. He was much stronger and faster than she was. He easily caught her in his arms and with one swift motion knocked her unconscious. As her vision faded the only thought in her mind was that of Vangorg. As she mentally attempted to force life into his body, she looked out the window at the orange hue of the fading sun in the distance.

6.
                  Awakening, Jocasta felt nothing but a throbbing in her head. She shut her eyes tightly, attempting to control it and get her bearings. She was vaguely aware of a presence in the room with her. Suddenly she felt coldness along her body, and even though she could only see the room in front of her, she was aware of her nakedness. Shaking her head gingerly from left to right she surveyed her surroundings and realized she was still in the palace in their bedchamber, but it was altered. There was no warmth in the room, and their ancestral shrine had been removed