Cloning myself is crucial to my survival...

Because who else can I trust to distract the human commander while I'm mating his daughter?

Her work is hard, the days are long, and her father — the only family she has in this entire universe — spends his days avoiding her.

She says it's fine.

He's busy. His job is important. He has a responsibility to his men, and to the Alliance. His rank means he has to uphold a certain image — one her attention-seeking behaviors could easily tarnish if he'd even look her way to notice, but he never does — and his constant rejection makes the brightness in her eyes fade a little more each time.

I can't take it.

All she wants is to feel loved.

And once I've made her mine...

That's all she'll ever feel. ♥