Free Found: BBW Alien Lottery Romance (Warriors of Karal Book 2) by Harmony Raines Page A

Karalian to ever admit to wanting to be nice.”
    “It is what I would be. Treat you with more respect, tell you everything. But if I am seen as weak, my place in all of this will be diminished.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “Rikka has told you about the chances of us being able to produce our own females once more?”
    “Yes. He mentioned the possibility. But not the details,” she said, hoping this was not news to Okil. The last thing she needed was to get Rikka into trouble. An angry Karalian, that would not make for a pleasant journey into deep space.
    “Once Elissa has her child we will know if she is viable. From there Darl will perfect a procedure which all females from Earth will be encouraged to undergo.”
    “So that they have a girl?” Gaia asked.
    “One girl, one boy. That is our hope. We can maintain our population, and never have to travel out into deep space on a fruitless mission for females,” Okil said, sounding thankful, yet sad.
    “And you won’t need humans.” She saw it now. Okil loved humans, but if they could trigger the birth of females of their own, the people of Earth would be obsolete in their usefulness.
    “No,” he confirmed. “But until the first generation of girls reach maturity, which in our species is not until they are hundred years old, then we will not know if they are fertile.”
    “Wait … you are one hundred years old?” she asked incredulously. He didn’t look a day over twenty-five.
    “Yes. We age slowly until we reach our prime, and then we have children and the aging process speeds up. I will age at the same rate as you now my prime is upon me.”
    “I see.”
    “But once the first girl is born, many of my people will want us to wait, and not support humans in their quest for survival. This is why the missions are being sent out in such a quick rotation. If we had more time, we would wait for each one to return, take their data into account and then send out the next mission.”
    “Does that mean you have no contact with any of the missions once they are launched?” Gaia asked.
    “Occasionally beacons will send back data the cruisers transmit. It depends on where a ship is in relation to the beacons and whether other wormholes are open.” He hesitated, and then went on quickly. “Our concern is that we should have had some contact with the first mission. It left five days ago, but there seems to be a disturbance.”
    “And we are going to check it out?”
    “No, the Council will not allow that. It has been decided that the missions should continue as they were scheduled. In the meantime we will monitor all systems.”
    “Why are you telling me this?” she asked.
    “Because the cruiser is not programmed to allow you to operate it.”
    “I know.” Why would that matter to Okil, she wondered.
    He looked around furtively, and green glowed along his cheekbones. “I have asked Rikka to override the controls. Once you have travelled a safe distance, he is to override the system. That way if anything happens to him, you will be able to take control of the ship.”
    She took a step back, as if he had hit her in the solar plexus. “And he doesn’t want to?”
    “No. At least he feels it is dangerous. Plus, if he does, he may be grounded on his return.”
    “You mean it will ruin his career?” she asked, concerned.
    “Possibly. It is forbidden for our technology to be passed to other species. Particularly humans.”
    “Why?” she asked, but he didn’t answer. As she thought about the situation, it became clearer. “You don’t trust us. This is why Earth doesn’t know about these missions. It’s not because the President is keeping the news to himself, it’s because he doesn’t know they have begun. So he can’t somehow rig the lottery and send a woman who might take control of your technology. Is that it?”
    “I cannot confirm that, Gaia,” Okil said.
    “No. It’s OK. I understand. Most people on Earth don’t trust a man