Marriage Contract with my Cursed Alien Mate Chapter 15

Dron gritted his teeth together as he stood in the back of the room.

He’d been in this position a few tis in the past, and it always ended up the sa.

The oga would choose him simply to further humiliate him. There was a chance that he’d be able to feel the warmth of a woman, but he’d never have the chance to co to completion.

Every other ti he’d been given this opportunity, the higher-ups and the other royalties always told him that he should feel lucky.

Lucky to be used and cast to the side when they’d had their fill.

There was no luck to be had. In fact, Dron always felt like it was so sort of torture to be put through this part of the process, especially knowing that he’d never find soone who would take him as he is. He’d never find a mate. Never be with soone who would create life with him.

The longer Dron stayed in the room, the angrier he got.

He couldn’t act on it, though.

Dron knew if he acted out of order, the higher ups would have no issue throwing him in the black cells until the last bits of his mind vacated.

He clenched his jaw again as he heard a beep from the door that led to his room.

Dron was always placed in this room. It was the least impressive. There was simply a bed with no other furniture. No windows. Dron was sure on any other day this room would be used for a holding cell.

He took in a deep breath and tried to steady himself for what was to co. All he had to do was get through the next few minutes and it would all be over. It would be as if none of this had ever happened. He’d be able to go back to his own space and finally get so peace.

Dron stood stock still as the door to the room opened.

His eyes widened when he took a look at the woman who appeared in the doorway.

The moon spirits were cruel.

It was the only explanation for what was happening to him right now.

She was absolutely gorgeous in a way that Dron had never seen before. A foreign gem that should be kept for those with royal blood. Dron was sure that was what would happen. She’d have her little joke with him here in the room and then she’d go back to the higher ups to take her place by one of their sides. They’d have a little inside laugh at Dron’s expense.

Dron sighed but still didn’t move as he dropped his gaze to the ground. He didn’t need to look at her for her to do whatever it is that she wanted to do to him. He wondered what cruel tests the new woman would perform on him.

The most common always happened to be testing his virility. Most ogas never believed the cursed alpha even had a cock. They always seed to be amazed when they dropped his pants to see that he was well endowed.

Over the years, Dron had heard phrases like ’such a waste’ and ’it’s probably infected.’ They never believed he was normal.

Monts turned into longer monts, but the woman did not enter the room. She was probably already having second thoughts about what she was about to do.

The passing of ti only made Dron more angry. He wanted her to hurry up and get it over with.

He heard her speaking but couldn’t understand what she was saying. The foreign woman was speaking in a language his translator didn’t understand. The high council did make a ntion that there were new languages to update to but Dron decided not to. He didn’t need to hear the jeers. Whatever she was saying wasn’t ant for him.

He kept his gaze downward and tried to be patient as the woman continued to stand by the door. Dron’s curiosity got the better of him when he noticed there was a second person standing there with her. He looked up and saw Gerax.

Of all the scientist, Gerax was the most tolerant when it ca to Dron. It was clear he didn’t like Dron but at least he wasn’t unnecessarily cruel, as so of the other academics were.

Dron kept his eyes on the two of them for a second and watched as Gerax nearly pushed the woman inside the room. She didn’t want to be there. At least that’s what Dron figured. Finally after taking a few steps inside, the door behind the woman slid closed with a whoosh and she jumped at the sound.

Dron didn’t want to get his hopes up but when the woman didn’t quickly hurry up and paw at him he started to think maybe she was there simply to observe.

He could assist with that.

With another rushed breath, Dron began disrobing. That caught the woman’s attention.

She rushed over to where Dron was standing, her hands out as if to stop him. There was a fear on her face that Dron couldn’t place. He hadn’t done anything any one else would consider aggressive. Maybe things in her land was different. Slowly he stopped what he was doing and just let his hands drop to his sides. Maybe she wanted to be the one to take his clothes off.

Dron didn’t care what she wanted to do to him as long as she was quick about it. The waiting was driving him mad.

Dron kept his eyes glued on the woman in front of him. She continued to make the stranger noise that he was sure was her natural language. He couldn’t understand a word of it. Maybe he should’ve updated his language translator so he could figure out what this woman was saying.

Dron stared at her as she ran her fingers through her hair, in the process she ssed up a few strands of her lushes locks. The urge to lean forward and move the strands from the woman’s face.

The feeling nearly overwheld him. Dron was always able to keep his composure. He really didn’t have any other choice but when he was in this woman’s presence it felt like all of his baser needs were pushed to the forefront.

The woman continued to talk to Dron but then she began pacing in front of him. It was the strangest testing that he’d ever been a part of.

After a few mintues of the woman pacing and talking energetically in front of him she turned and looked at him again. It was almost as if she were waiting for a reply.

Dron shifted on his feet from side to side. He was at a loss. The woman made a strange expression, her lips curling up a bit at the corners. Dron wasn’t sure what the expression was supposed to an but it made his heart squeeze a little tighter in his chest.

She was truly absolutely gorgoeus.

She titled her head to the side and continued to look at him with the sa soft expression.

Dron was so used to being looked at with hard gazes. Having soone look at him with softness was a bit unnerving. It made Dron’s skin crawl but in a good way. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before.

The woman continued to talk but Dron could see that it was at a much slower pace. She was trying to get Dron to understand her . Dron felt bad that he hadn’t upgraded his language process when the guards told him to. He wanted to speak to the woman even if it was to find out exactly what it was that he wanted from him.

Dron didn’t know what the woman wanted; not being able to communicate with her was by far Dron’s most current regret. A regret that, if given the chance, he’d rectify.

The woman’s expression folded in a bit. Dron couldn’t be sure, but it looked like she was confused about sothing. Intrigued, maybe.

Dron’s entire body clenched as he realized that she was moving. Not away from him like he’d expect but toward him.

He didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to breathe. He didn’t want to do anything that would change any bit of the circumstance he was presently in.

His heart racketed in his chest as she got even closer to him.

This ti when she raised her hand, he watched as her hand moved. Slowly. Nearly torturously slow, he watched and waited until the mont she pressed her small fingers against his chest.

Every nerve ending in his body lit with the fire of the burning sun.

As he felt the sensation steamroll through his body, his groin tightened both of his massive shafts engorged.

Usually Dron was able to control his baser instincts. It’d been a long while since just the proximity of a woman was enough to set him on edge.

Dron couldn’t understand what it was that she was doing to him to cause him to react like this. It had to be so sort of magic or pharmaceutical influence.

The woman’s brown eyes slowly trailed up from where her hand was up to his eyes. The feeling expanding in his chest threatened to explode.

She gasped and a soft whimper pulsed from between her lips.

Dron raised his hand, nearly against his will. He rested it on her small fragile hip and took a step forward. The closer he seed to get to her the more it seed like he was too far away.

Dron felt the tremble over the woman’s body. He kept his eyes glued on hers. She wasn’t looking away. Wasn’t cringing. She was standing there in front of him, waiting.

She wanted him to take her. She could feel the bond growing between the two of them.

At least that is what she was trying to make Dron believe.

It was all a ploy to get under his skin. Still of all the different ways the society had chosen to try to break Dron this was the most intense.

It was nearly impossible to stay away from her. Even as the knowledge that this was all just a trick, he was falling for it.

Dron leaned in a little closer and dipped his face even closer to the woman. He inhaled, and her scent slamd into him, stirring a beast deep within him. The primal needs he’d mostly never had to deal with outside the battlefield stirred to life.

This was wrong. All wrong.

He wouldn’t let the rotten people in this society break him. Not today. Not ever.

He dropped his hand and turned away from the woman, giving her his back.

He heard another gasp. The spell had been broken. All for the best.

Dron was grateful for at least one thing. He’d disrespected her by turning his back on her. There was no way that she’d even think about going any further with the trial period. Not that he thought that was the case in the first place.

No one ever chose him.

He was unwanted.

Nothing had ever made him more aware of that fact than listening to the woman behind him rush to get out of the room.