Elara’s POV
Alistair paid Silas no attention. Silas was being absolutely ridiculous. First, he’d pushed his mating cycle to start early just to ss with everyone else, and now he was pulling this drama?
If it weren’t for the fact that I obviously had feelings for him, Alistair would’ve let his temper loose long ago.
And now that Silas had gotten exactly what he wanted, he still had the nerve to act all superior—like he was spoiling for a fight?
Fine. Let’s see where this goes...
The indicator on Alistair’ chest blinked. He dropped his head, his voice heavy with disappointnt. "There’s still dirt in the greenhouse that needs turning. I shouldn’t be hanging around here. You two... I... I should go first."
After that, Alistair shut the door softly behind him.
"Hold up—I’m coming too," I shouted after him.
Screw fooling around with the rabbit. I’m over this ga!
The shipnt goes out tomorrow. No products an no cash. No cash ans no way to buy Holy Crystals.
Silas sat there, totally stunned.
He couldn’t stop at all. I stood up easily and switched spots, not even remotely clingy.
I was really excellent at using him and then ditching him...
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Silas gnawed on the wooden bed fra, seething with frustration.
Alistair was far too smart. What a perfectly executed sche!
Fuming, Silas pushed himself up, launched off with his legs, and landed on Elara’s bed. The blankets were soaked with her scent—that intoxicating aroma that flooded his senses. He clutched her pillow against his chest, his face expressionless. "What a nightmare. I seriously want to eliminate them."
But if he eliminated them, Elara would be heartbroken. If Elara was heartbroken, she might give him the cold shoulder. He refused to risk even a tiny chance of that happening. If he couldn’t touch those six bastards, he’d just have to channel his rage sowhere else.
Now that he was free, it was ti to school those brainless morons!
He flipped over and activated his comms. Silas pulled up the interface and flagged every location Elara had visited recently!
Before, with just the tablet, he’d only accessed basic details. Now, with complete comms privileges, he could see it all.
Then, he discovered her history...
But the more he browsed, the more Silas’s face darkened!
Sha, divorce... every degrading mory connected to Elara scrolled past on the screen. Combined with the tracking data from her collar, everything about Cassian, Beatrix, and those Blackwood family mbers was spread out in front of him...
However, when he spotted Cassian’ current profile, Silas’s eyebrows drew together slightly. Cassian was already on Ore-core World?
Seed like soone had already handled that garbage ahead of him.
So... what about those from the Blackwood clan?
Silas lazily flicked through the screen icons, and his expression grew even more nacing!
Thorne... how did that worthless scum dare?
Silas shot to his feet, snatched his jacket, and strode out rapidly.
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Elara’s POV
In the greenhouse, Alistair detached his chanical arm and swapped it for a specialized digging tool.
I stood off to the side watching, but Alistair kept his back to and seed reluctant to chat.
Oh well, I got it!
This was the tricky part about having multiple husbands. Getting cozy with one ant the others felt left out. There were perks, but also tons of complications.
"You’ve already turned so much soil?" I said, stepping closer and attempting conversation.
"Yep," Alistair answered.
I cocked my head. That’s all?
Then I glanced up and caught Alistair’ stare—his eyes were glowing with a tiny heart-shaped light. Alistair moved forward and lifted up. "Don’t look at that way. I’m not mad..."
" looking at you has zero connection to whether you’re mad or not!" Alistair went still as I continued, "Earlier, I thought you might all die, so I acted clueless on purpose..."
Alistair’ breathing stuttered. He stared at , his voice suddenly rough. "And now?"
"It’s kind of complicated," I said. "Even though you were all stuck in the dical bay, I know you were keeping tabs on . That ti those two jerks ca for , you were the one who contacted the traveling rchant for , right?"
Alistair nodded, looking more shocked than anything. He hadn’t thought I’d figured all that out.
"See? You all worried about even the tiniest things involving . Even when you couldn’t leave, you still stressed about . Kaelen’s Dragonfire Blaster, Julian’s Fishbone Blade, Prince Dorian’s ring, Barrett’s Moonshadow Blade, Finnian’s starship—oh, and this bracelet."
Nestled in Alistair’ arms, I rattled off everything they’d done for , piece by piece.
I wasn’t just sweet-talking them. That night with the bug creatures, if it hadn’t been for the weapons Kaelen and the others had ard with, I probably wouldn’t have survived.
"If you want to know what I like about Silas, it’s probably that when I first landed here, you were all in your animal forms and pretty weird-looking ones too. Only he talked to in his human shape.
"Back then, brand new to this world, I was terrified and alone. Silas seed more like safety. So, I naturally developed feelings for him. Liking soone... there’s no real reason behind it. Because right now, I like every single one of you exactly the sa."
I preferred straight talk. Having a voice was ant for using it, after all.
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