Alien's Orphan Bride: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Mail Order Human Book 4) Read Online Free PDF Page B

didn’t even know what he did for a living. Well, she knew he’d been a Marrlxian warrior and spent many years battling his enemies, but before that surely he’d had a different occupation. She imagined with his large muscles he could excel at building whatever he put his mind to. Perhaps he helped to construct the buildings and homes in the city.
    As she speculated on what Cav did with his days, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the melodious chirping of birds and the sway of trees in the wind. The curtains fluttered as a breeze entered the bedroom, ruffling the sheets and blowing her hair about her shoulders.
    Wrapping herself in a bedsheet, Hailey approached the window and gasped at the sight. Cav’s street was in the most elevated part of the city. She could see for miles and miles to the mountains beyond the clearing the Matchmaker 2 had landed in. Small crafts zipped through the air over the buildings and the fields of crops. Marrlxians moved through the streets. In the bright morning light, the city looked even more green and vibrant than it had when she’d first walked through it yesterday.
    She backed away from the window, deciding she ought to get cleaned up and dressed for the day. Perhaps she could go exploring and try to find Angie. She hadn’t a clue where her friend lived, but maybe she would get lucky. The mass nuptial ceremony had ended too abruptly for the two friends to steal a moment to confer with one another.
    The dress she’d worn last night was nowhere to be found, so Hailey departed the room wearing her bedsheet. She traipsed to her room and closed the door behind her, once again appreciating that she had her own space. During her time in the orphanage, she had often dreamed of having her own bedroom. Of course, in her dreams she had only dared wish for a clean bed to sleep in, a dresser to store her clothing, and a little bedside table with a lamp on it. Oh, and a door with an impenetrable lock. In giving her this bedroom, Cav had provided her with something beyond her most fantastic imaginings.
    As she showered in the large, spotlessly clean bathroom, she reflected on the tender emotion she’d glimpsed in her mate’s eyes after he’d claimed her. She sure was experiencing a lot of firsts on this planet. No one had ever looked at her so tenderly before, as if she meant something to them.
    When Hailey opened the armoire, she noticed the dress she’d worn last night was back in place, looking as clean and perfectly pressed as when she’d donned it yesterday. She selected a casual yellow dress that hung nearby, wondering how she was to spend her days if Cav already had a cook and a maid. It was her understanding, based on the Matchmaker 2 guard’s description of life on Marrlxia, that most homes on this planet didn’t have servants.
    After styling her hair in another braid over her shoulder, she exited her room and ventured to the long, winding staircase that led to the first floor. On her way down, she passed Brena, who was carrying up laundry. They exchanged greetings and then Hailey made for the front door, anxious to venture out for a walk, even if she didn’t succeed in locating Angie today.
    She’d witnessed Cav open doors by simply placing his hand on the door and giving a slight push, but when she tried doing it, nothing happened. Frowning, she pushed at the door harder, but still it didn’t budge. She turned in frustration, looking for other exits outside. She found two more doors that clearly led outside, but neither of them would open either.
    The sound of a throat being cleared made her turn around.
    “Mistress Hailey, breakfast is waiting for you in the dining room.”
    Breakfast? Hailey had been so set on getting outside that she hadn’t even thought to eat. At the mention of food though, her stomach rumbled loudly. She flushed and decided to first inquire about the doors.
    “Brena, why won’t any of the doors open? Am I trying to open them the wrong way?” she asked,