Free Mated to the Alien King: The Complete Series: A BBW SciFi Alien Romance (Captured by the Alien King Book 12) by Lisa Lace

President, there would be something we could do. We could ask Dar's mother to intervene. We could stage a protest, lie down on the street in front of her office — we had to do something, anything.
    The aliens could come back anytime.
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    "Well, what now?" I said, staring up at the skyscraper that housed the offices of the President. Mana and Dar and I had tried get in to see her and had been politely asked to leave.
    There was no way we were going to get past her gatekeepers. They didn't believe that Dar was the king of Susohn and that Mana was his Senior Advisor. Didn't they have a picture of them? Maybe they thought everyone from Susohn looked the same.
    We had cleaned up as best we could, but we didn't have enough money to outfit ourselves as a delegation from Susohn.
    They thought we were a bunch of pranksters.
    "Let's meet Jared back at the hotel and tell him what happened. Maybe he'll have some ideas."
    I doubted it. He had been silent the entire trip back to Earth and refused to come with us.
    We got back to the hotel, and I flopped down on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling.
    My mind drifted to Carson, my favorite engineer who I had eaten with a few times before he had been stolen away for a life of slavery in the mines. I remembered his smile and how he had always been so kind to me. It wasn't right that he should be forced to live out the rest of his life under inhumane conditions.
    We had to get in to see the President. She was the key. She would get everything going.
    Mana finished telling Jared what had happened. When she finished, he closed his eyes as if asking for strength from the divine. Then he opened them and spoke.
    "I can get you in."
    We all stared at him.
    "What do you mean?" Mana said, puzzled.
    "I can get you in to see the President."
    "What are you going to do, flash your AEA terrorist card and they'll buzz you right in?" Mana said, and I laughed.
    "No. But the President will listen if it's me that shows up at her door."
    "Why? She didn't listen to Kenna. Her staff didn't believe Dar and I. Why is she suddenly going to listen to a nobody like you?" Mana said.
    Jared sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead with one hand.
    "She'll listen to me because I'm her son."
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    We were back at the President's offices very quickly.
    "Tell her Jared's here," Jared said. When we had entered the building, he had assumed an authoritarian air.
    I didn't even know how to describe it. It was like he expected people to listen to him and do what he said.
    The people in the office apparently felt it, too. But they also knew they would be in big trouble if they gave unauthorized people access to the President.
    "I'm sorry sir, but that simply isn't possible," the small officious secretary said. He pressed his lips together and nodded.
    "If you don't tell her, and she finds out I was here, you'll be wishing that you hadn't kept me waiting," Jared said. He planted his hands on the desk and leaned towards the man, the menace in his tone unmistakable.
    I was shocked and looked at him carefully. Was this the same cheerful, easy-going guy I thought I knew?
    The secretary was unsure of what to do.
    "Look, why don't you take my name back to her and see what she says," Jared suggested.
    "Fine, since you are insistent. I'm sure she won't see you, sir. What is your full name?"
    "Jared Mahaar."
    The man froze.
    "Pardon me?" he said, his eyes wide.
    "You heard me." Jared's eyes showed a hint of a smile at the man's sudden change of manner.
    "I...I'm sorry, sir. I didn't realize. Your mother asked us to screen everyone. I was just following orders. Your appearance has changed."
    Jared cut him off with a hand gesture. Then he marched towards the President's office without waiting to be announced.
    We followed him as the others in the office stared at us. I would never have imagined that Jared had been born into affluence. He was always down-to-earth, friendly, and personable! He had never once acted like he was better than me or