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Standing there was another male, his posture defiant yet respectful.
He wasn’t as colossal as Sneik — no one was — but he wasn’t exactly small either.
His skin had a smooth luminescence, and his eyes — oh, those eyes — were like twin galaxies, vast and mysterious.
“Sorry for the intrusion,” the alien began with a sly smirk, his voice a rich baritone that resonated within the cell.
His gaze flitted around the room before finally settling on me.
I felt it immediately.
A strange, indescribable pull.
It was as if an unseen force tugged at my very core.
Our eyes met, and in that fleeting moment, everything else blurred into the background.
It was a connection so tangible that it felt like an audible “click,” akin to two perfectly matching puzzle pieces finding their rightful place.
But the moment was abruptly shattered by Sneik’s low growl. “What do you want, Ashale?” he hissed, his tone dripping with disdain.
Ashale’s confident demeanor didn’t waver.
He pointed a slender finger in my direction. “I believe you have something that belongs to me.”
Sneik’s stance turned even more menacing. “She is mine,” he growled, stepping forward in a protective manner.
Ashale sighed, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “I understand why you might think so. But you see, there’s been a mistake. She shouldn’t be here in the first place.”
Sneik snorted, clearly not buying it. “A mistake? She was in the Prize Pool. I claimed her.”
My heart raced as the two exchanged barbs.
I felt the cold metal beneath my feet and the intense heat of the situation.
The room was thick with tension, a mélange of musk, and a hint of something sweet — perhaps Ashale’s natural fragrance.
For what felt like an eternity, the two stared each other down, the atmosphere thick with tension and unsaid words.
My senses were overwhelmed — the musky aroma of Sneik’s anger, the alluring scent of Ashale, the sight of two powerful beings at an impasse, and the sound of my own heart thundering in my ears.
Ashale’s eyes met mine once more, a silent promise communicated in that gaze.
He looked like he was deciding something…
Whether or not to intervene?
If I was worth the trouble?
His eyes flicked down to my arms, my shoulders, my exposed legs, and he seemed to come to a decision.
He turned his face up to Sneik, and his smile was tight and strained. “Very well.”
I couldn’t have predicted what would happen next in a million years.
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