Nanny For The Alien King (Intergalactic Fated Mates #1)

There is no way this alien King will make me his servant…

Yes, I run a school for children and love kids.
But that’s no reason to take me from my home and tell me that my new job is to be nanny for his three little hellions!
He’s an alien warrior whose killed enemies with his bare hands.
Such hands are not used to changing a diaper...

But no…
He’s alien royalty, sure.
But he’s not the boss of me.
He can’t just order me around and expect me to obey or say I’m his fated mate and expect me to give myself to him.
We are not going to be a family!

So why is that all I can think about?
Why does a part of me feel connected to him no matter how far I go?

And most of all…

Why does it feel that I’ve finally come home?

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