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Ascension Saga, Book 5
Interstellar Brides® Program: Ascension Saga
Grace Goodwin
Interstellar Brides® Program: Ascension Saga Book 5
Copyright © 2018 by Grace Goodwin
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Goodwin, Grace
Interstellar Brides® Program: Ascension Saga Book 5
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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.
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Prologue
Queen Celene of Alera, Optimus Unit Headquarters, Solitary Confinement
Had I known where they were going to transport me when I was taken off Scarface’s ship, I might have put up more of a fight.
Then again, probably not, for I was getting what I wanted now. My daughters were safe, as far as I knew—he’d probably look a lot happier if something had happened to any of them—and searching for me.
At last, I knew the name of at least one person who had betrayed me and my beloved mate all those years ago.
Lord Wyse, or Inspector Optimi, of the Optimus unit stood before me, his cheeks flushed, his eyes shining with a fever I recognized as fanaticism. He hated me, apparently.
We had grown up together, he just a few years older. I’d considered him a big brother of sorts, even though he was not a brother by blood, but a cousin.
When he had decided to try to kill me, or why, I had no idea. How far back did his hatred go? I would find out.
Scarface stood with his back to the door. He hadn’t beaten me, yet. Not since I’d been sent here, under lock and key in the private interrogation rooms saved for the most defiant and dangerous prisoners.
Defiant? Yes.
Dangerous? More than he could possibly imagine, but not for the usual reasons. There was no way I could defend myself or fight back—I thought proudly of Destiny who would be able to whoop his ass—but
