Rhal Part 3 (Scifi Alien Serial Romance) (The Ujal) Read Online Free PDF Page B

hair was long and curled around her shoulders. She was in a word—stunning.
    Yet, there was something that swirled around her, a feeling of dread that accompanied her arrival, and Cara’s heartbeat stuttered before picking up a rapid pace. She swallowed past the growing ball of unease and pasted a smile on her lips. “Otta, so nice—”
    “You will call me Lady Adar.” Her eyes sparkled yellow topaz, and there was no mistaking Otta’s glare.
    She swallowed back her initial urge to snap at the woman. She was on edge because of her tremulous transition, and Faim told her she’d be a little bitchier than normal. Cara was bitchier than normal? What was Otta’s excuse? “Of course, Lady Adar. Thank you for your visit.”
    “This place is… quaint.” Otta sniffed and glanced around the room, her disgust easily visible on her features. Well, she and Rhal thought it was fine. For now anyway. “Yes, well, you can’t be expected to know everything. After all you’re,” the female looked her up and down, that disgust turning into revulsion. “Human.”
    Cara pressed her lips together and refused to correct the woman. She had been human, and now she was Ujal-ish.
    Instead of addressing Otta’s put-down, she turned to the guard. She’d come to know quite a few of them over the months she spent at Rhal’s side, and she wondered who’d been stuck with babysitting Rhal’s dam . She expected one of the high guards since Otta was part of aristocracy. Perhaps Zerol with his easy-going nature or Argas with his teasing ways that never failed to bring a smile out of anyone. They were still deadly to any opponent, but she knew they were the most personable.
    But instead of seeing a friend, she saw him . The male who’d been dismissed during her and Rina’s trip to the Population Ministry. He was still standing, so Rina must not have told her mate of the insult he’d levied on Cara.
    And this guy, the way he glared at her… Sometimes, when she caught Rhal unaware, he’d give her a look—one that embodied death. This male seemed worse. As if he could destroy without thought or care. Rhal could appear to do the same, but she knew his past rested heavily in his heart. That heart separated the two males.
    And it was this stranger’s disgust of humans that probably drew him toward Otta.
    “Kaag, come along. We have things to do,” Otta called to the guard as if he were a puppy. She expected anger at the woman’s words and found anticipation, excitement, and joy?
    Otta strode deeper into the apartment, Kaag on her heels as they explored Cara and Rhal’s temporary home. Worry wiggled down her spine, uneasiness slowly transforming to tingling panic. Each look the two shared, each glance shot her way, made her heart beat faster. They didn’t threaten her with words and yet she felt as if her life was nearing an end. And she had no justification for the emotions.
    Rhal’s dam stopped in the center of the living area and brushed her palm along the seat of the couch. “This will do, I suppose.” She perched on the edge of the cushion. “Are you bringing refreshments?” Otta snapped.
    “Apparently,” Cara mumbled.
    “What was that?”
    “I said yes, one moment.” The last thing Cara wanted was to entertain, but she reminded herself she was dealing with one of her in-laws. They didn’t live on Earth, and she had no idea how long they’d be staying, but she could play nice. She padded to the cooling unit and withdrew a few bottles of water as well as the fruit beverage Rhal constantly drank. Constantly . Cara carefully carried them into the living area and pasted a smile on her face. “I hope water or homemade juice is acceptable. I’m afraid we just moved in and don’t have much.”
    “Hmm…” Otta smirked and stared at the juice. “Still drinking that, is he? The boy should learn to live with what he is. That no amount of diet manipulation can help what lives inside him.”
    “The boy?” Rhal was all man.