Page 9 of Their Little Anzerine
“My serum will calm you, Little one. Let it do its job.”
“That’s so weird,” I say, sucking back the last of my tears. It would appear that I’m free from the horrifying life I had expected to live. Even running from my husband wouldn’t have changed the trajectory. He would have caught me and probably locked me in his house, only opening the door to my bedroom on the nights he intended to fuck me.
I’d been kidding myself if I thought I would have actually gotten away from him. It’s not like I have anyone I could have called. I don’t have enough education to get any sort of job.
The entire mafia family would have been looking for me. They would have found me, dragged me to my matrimonial home, and shackled me if necessary. I would have spent my entire life as a prisoner to those people, nothing but an incubator, my only job being to bear children for that hideous, cruel man.
Am I free? “Are you really going to take me from this planet?”
“Yes, Baby girl,” Skarg assures me. He tips to one side and pulls his cell phone from his pocket to glance at the screen. “In fact, Riand is on the roof with the pod now.”
I know I will feel a tremendous relief as soon as I’m no longer on Earth. Right now, it seems like my husband is going to get past John and anyone else who gets in his way. I’m surprised he hasn’t stormed into this apartment already.
“Please, can we go?” I beg, glancing from one Papi to the other.
Kafran smiles. I love his smiles. “Riand will wait, Little one. No need to fret. We’re not taking this dress with us, however. It belongs in your past. Are you ready to let go of it?”
I nod and sit up taller. I need to be brave. It’s not like I can hide from them forever. If they’re going to be turned off by my body, I might as well know it now because the truth is I have a strange attraction to these two men. Both of them. It will really hurt me if they look at me in disgust, but I’d rather see their winced expressions sooner than later. Then I’ll know.
Chapter Four
Kafran
Our brave Little girl releases the front of her dress. That doesn’t do much to expose even an inch of her skin, however, since the layers of tulle are piled so high in her lap.
I don’t know much about the fashion industry on this odd planet because there is exactly zero fashion on Eleadia. Our men wear loose black pants. Our females wear nothing but diapers. We have no concept of fashion. But what I have noted is that there is a wide variety of what people consider attractive on Earth.
I’m pretty sure this dress wouldn’t be viewed as attractive toanyone. It’s just a pile of gauzy fluff. It sounds like her mother-in-law intentionally wanted her to look tacky. The lady is a royal bitch, and the sooner we wipe her out of Mercy’s mind the better.
Our Little girl is only twenty. By Eleadian standards she’s very young. It will take time for memories of her horrific upbringing to fade, but a hundred years from now everything she’s experienced up to now will be so far in the past that it will all be a tiny blip.
First, we have to get her through this stage, though, and that means we’ll need to start chipping away at the damage others have done to her psyche. We’ll replace the abusive comments with praise every hour of every day until she knows in her heart she’s a beautiful soul.
She sniffles as she stares at me. “I’m married to another man.”
I stroke her cheek and smile broadly. “Your Earthly unions mean nothing to us, Little one. They hardly mean anything to humans either. Words, signed papers, rings… It’s all useless. Humans don’t even value marriage as permanent.”
She wipes tears from her cheeks again.
I pull the tulle in front away from her and set my palm against her chest, letting my fingers wrap loosely around her neck. “Eleadians mate for life. We don’t need paper or words. We feel it in here. In our hearts. In our souls. The moment Zack opened his office and Skarg and I scented you, we knew you were ours. Perhaps you were meant to be ours since the beginning of time.”
Skarg has his arm around her, and he strokes her bicep now that it’s free of the fluffy material. “He’s right, Baby girl. It’s a foreign concept for you, but you can feel it growing, too.”
Her eyes widen. “Both of you?” she asks as if it just now occurred to her that there are two of us.
I chuckle. “Apparently. That’s out of our control. It happened to another match recently. We’re the second group to discover that one female belongs to two of us.” I stroke her neck with my fingers. “Can you feel it, Little one? Can you feel the bond growing?”
She slowly nods. “Yes, Papi.”
I love it when she uses that endearment. It makes my heart swell. “We have many customs that are not familiar to humans, but you will learn them and adapt. Follow your heart, Littleone. Trust us to know what’s best for you. We promise we will dedicate our lives to ensuring you are safe and happy.”
She wipes away more tears. The tears are normal. She’s in shock.
Lowering my hand, I gather the front of the dress and pull it down.
Skarg scoots slightly away from her and gently guides her to lie back, which allows me to tug the dress the rest of the way off her body. I toss it behind me, grateful to have finally separated my sweet mate from that awful garment. It had horrible energy.
Mercy brings her hands in front of her tummy and tugs a ring off her finger. It’s a wedding band. It would be the one her husband put on her just hours ago. She tosses it toward the dress and then uses her hands to cover her stomach as she bites her lip.
