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we make the arrangements for the mating ceremony, the sooner I will totally be yours.”
    “You already are, my own.”

Chapter Four
     
    Zoey walked into the large dining room. It was beautifully decorated, like the rest of the palace. It was also spotlessly clean. The Zerconians had an amazing work ethic. They were a very honorable people, who would never go back on their word and they were extremely loyal.
    That loyalty, however, seemed to translate into a distrust of outsiders.
    But then the vast population of Zerconia never left the planet, never interacted with others so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that they were cautious around her.
    She’d just have to convince them that different wasn’t bad. She had plenty of redeemable qualities. Maybe her mission here was to lighten these people up, broaden their horizons, and open them up to other cultures.
    A lot of work for one woman. She could really use some help.
    If she was treated with caution, then Boris was viewed with outright terror. She got it. He was a scary-looking guy. But there was no reason to treat him like the boogeyman. One woman had actually picked up her child and ran in the other direction.
    Drama queen.
    The worst offender was Dex’s mother. Pompous, cold, and arrogant, she’d give the White Witch a chill.
    Still, it had only been a few days. Zoey needed to give it more time. Surely, she would come around. She had to. Zoey was Dex’s mate—and she here to stay
    No matter what old frosty knickers thought.
    The spacious dining room had a large, rectangular table and a row of floor-to-ceiling windows along one side. The view out to the ocean was spectacular. Pristine and perfect.
    It wasn’t the view of the ocean that caught Zoey’s attention, but the slim-built woman who stood at the far end of the room, smiling at Dex as though he was a canary and she was a big, fat cat.
    Okay, so that was a bit mean. There was nothing fat about the woman. Honestly, were all Zerconian women built like freakin’ models? Her long, blonde hair fell down her back in a graceful wave. Zoey’s hands itched to touch the golden wave that looked like spun gold. She wondered if it felt as silken as it looked.
    The woman spoke some words in Zerconian as she headed towards Dex, a soft smile on her face.
    Zoey expected Dex to rebuff her. Instead, he smiled broadly and met the woman halfway across the room, clasping hold of her hands—which was practically an embrace by Zerconian standards.
    Jealousy swamped her and she fought hard to suppress it, not wanting Dex to feel it through the bond. She had been working with Dex on how to keep all of her emotions and feelings from flooding him, but she still struggled a bit.
    Giz cuddled in against her. There were times she swore he could sense her emotions.
    Dex stepped back and the other female glanced over at Zoey with a smile. She might have intended it be friendly, but the look in her eyes was too cold to pull it off. She said something in Zerconian and Dex looked back at Zoey.
    Dex reached out and took hold of Zoey’s hand, bringing her forward.
    “This is my mate, Zoey. We need to remember to speak Standard so she understands.”
    “Zoey? What a delightful name.”
    Ugh, that voice. She was certain a lot of people—men—found it pleasant but it sent a shiver up Zoey’s spine.
    The emphasis she’d placed on delightful indicated that she thought it was anything but. Zoey narrowed her gaze. Oh, they were so not going to get on.
    “Thanks. It’s the only one I’ve got,” she said lightly. “And you are?”
    “Oh, I am certain Dex must have spoken of me. I am Fedora.”
    And she thought Zoey had an odd name?
    “Sorry.” Zoey made certain she smiled extra sweetly. “Dex hasn’t mentioned you at all.”
    Not very mature of her, but she couldn’t help herself.
    “Fedora is the ward of my parents,” Dex explained. “Her mother was a cousin of my mother. When her mother died, Fedora came to live with us. She is