Page 67 of Her Alien Delegate

"But their air is toxic, and their cities are above the surface…" Medic Ul-Ro pointed out. Necia warriors would not survive long on Earth. Their lifespans would be reduced drastically by the toxicity levels of the air.Humans were quite adaptable,I thought, with a smile. Some species called humans Poison Worms. I laughed, and both Ul-Ro and Pheyal watched me with confusion.Worms, I thought with a chuckle.

Again, I would debate the worm issue another time.

"I will tell her," Pheyal said. He must have been desperate to get more time with Evie if he was willing to risk whatever reaction she might have.

"Tell me what?" Evie found us conspiring without her. Medic Ul-Ro turned his back to focus on the tablet screen of his work, and mumbling like he was busy.

I lifted a brow at Pheyal as if to say, now was the time, since we were all together now. Even Vaquel followed behind Evie. He couldn't seem to leave her alone, even after the mating heat subsided. He even worked with Medic Ul-Ro to create more toys to change her mating harness to his liking.

Vaquel whispered in her ear, "If you're good, I'll press the button." She closed her eyes, and I could hear the soft whimper as she breathed out slowly. I think knowing our mate was full of our offspring has done nothing to quench his desires. In fact, I think it's made him more needy for her.

Pheyal cleared his throat and adjusted his pants. Vaquel was an instigator, and I knew that he waited until we could hear them before teasing our little mate.

"Medic Ul-Ro has reviewed the scans of the chip BOD put in your spine, and found some news that you should know," Pheyal said with a gruff and forced statement without actually telling her anything. I sighed, and even Evie knew to look at me to finish that setup.

"Your womb has three unGor sacks attached to your walls, one of which appears to be in the process of splitting to become a fourth."

"UnGor sacks…" she repeated, not fully grasping the news. She has confessed to Vaquel many times about her fear of not being capable of growing our family. But she is mated to three unGors, and that was never a concern for us. UnGors have never had trouble creating offspring once we're bonded, but we have been suffering a disparity of females to males. All of us are hoping at least one of our offspring is female.

"Our seed is filling you with our family," Vaquel said with a lustful lick of his lips. He had every intention of making sure she dripped with more of his seed later. He's told me enough times that he thinks our seed should be in her during the whole pregnancy to help support our offspring's growth. He doesn'twant a single day of her not absorbing our seed. Sometimes, I believe he forgets how long an unGor offspring takes to grow. It will be Earth years before she even shows the same bulge in her belly that Violet has after a few dan stars.

"Really?" she asked hopefully.

I nodded and smiled at her. "It is typical for an unGor to grow for five Earth years, but yes, you have four of our offspring in you."

"Two of them are mine," Vaquel claimed the twins for himself.

"All of them are ours," I corrected. Then the tough part to tell her, "Five years is a long time, and it is normal that not every offspring will make it to term."

Evie hugged her stomach protectively and her beautiful black ormete glowed. She was already bonding with them without knowing it. "All of them will make it," she demanded. I could see the way her lip trembled, and the anger mounted in her silver eyes. She had lost every offspring she's tried to carry.

"Yes, and Vaquel is a very good tactician to take care of you," I assured her. "All of us will stay with you just in case we have an egg to assist with keeping them all healthy."

Pheyal cleared his throat. "I have one."

She smiled and rushed up to him to jump into his arms. He easily caught her and lifted his ormete braid to show the swollen one underneath. Now, I understood why he was invested in making sure we told our mate about it sooner rather than later.

"Do I just eat it?" she asked, having not seen how it was given to Violet. I'd leave that explanation to Pheyal this time.

The unGor egg wiggled inside his ormete. "In a way," he began awkwardly. Then I laughed as she spasmed in Pheyal's arms, clinging to his neck as her hips rubbed his stomach. It wasn't difficult to deduce that Vaquel had pressed the button on whatever adjustments he made to the mating harness inside our mate.

Medic Ul-Ro was panting and in his culture it was normal to watch others during their mating rituals, but this was a private event for us, so I told Pheyal, "Let's carry our mate to our cave so you can properly give her the egg."

He grunted his agreement, and I was excited to see her reaction when he removed her harness to stuff his ormete deep inside her to gift her the egg for our offspring. One day, I'd have to tell her that I would be required to return to AsunGor. I knew that even if she chose to stay on Necias Prime with her human mates and with Vaquel and Pheyal, she would be safe—our bond was strong and supported; it could be felt across the galaxy.

I told her I'd give her everything—but in truth, it was she who gave me everything.