Alien Romance: Hunter: Space Commander's Fated Mate (Space Beasts Book 3) (8 page)

“Don’t you see?” she asked, “He survived because of
one
person from Earth… You’ll have me. I can protect you now. No one will hurt you.”

“Juliet-”

“I’m not taking no for an answer this time, Zalgar.” She tried to give him the sternest, most serious look she could, but Juliet could feel that above all, she just looked and sounded scared.

“I can’t do this without you, can’t go on living knowing that you’re here with these people. If you don’t come with me, I’m not going back home. I’ll stay here with you, fight them
with you
… And if we die… We die together.”

Zalgar opened his mouth, but no reply came out. Juliet looked towards the door, knowing the lights were going to attract attention, especially if people started to miss Samara, Jahan, and the five soldiers that they’d killed just in the past 24 hours.

They were running out of time. She pressed a harsh kiss against his lips, hoping that it wouldn’t be the last. When they pulled away, Juliet tilted her head to lean against his. “Please…

He shook his head, giving a long, heavy sigh. And then, finally…

“Okay.”

Chapter Nine: Epilogue

“Just fifteen minutes,” Juliet said into the phone, “We’re running a little late, but I swear, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I can’t believe you’re running late for your first book signing,” Amy sighed.

For a manager and editor, she was pretty fantastic. Juliet had met her while at a coffee shop in the midst of writing her book when Amy came along. The two got to talking, the older woman growing immediately interested in Juliet’s story, a perfect blend of romance, science fiction, and action.

“Are you bringing the husband along? You better be bringing him along. The crowd is expecting it, you know.”

Juliet sighed, looking over at the man in question. He was standing in the mirror, trying to decide which tie to wear. She smiled when his lilac eyes found hers in the reflection, and he gave her that smirk that she loved to see.
God, he looks so good in formal wear
, she thought to herself, though Juliet never got over the original huntsman look. They had a couple of those outfits tucked away in the back of the closet for roleplaying purposes, never getting tired of playing the hunter and the prey.

“He’s coming,” she agreed, just as Zalgar came over, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing kisses against her neck. Juliet bit her lip, trying to withhold a moan. “Oh, actually, he just messaged me… He’s stuck in traffic. Another ten minutes, so you’ll see us in half an hour.”

“Juliet…”

The blonde laughed. “I’ll be there in half an hour, Amy,” she insisted, “It’s like you said, though. They’re expecting him. What do you want me to do, move traffic?” She hung up immediately after, moving a hand under his chin to bring Zalgar’s lips to hers.

“You liar,” he chuckled, picking Juliet up and laying her on the bed. She was going to wrinkle her dress, but she didn’t care.

Juliet laughed again, shushing him. “Come on,” she said, “It takes us 10 minutes to get to the bookstore. That gives you twenty minutes.”

“What do you want me to do for those twenty minutes?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow, “You need to tell me what you want, Mrs. Torgu.”

Juliet still never tired of hearing him say her new last name. Everyone thought her to be dead, part of a shuttle crash never to be found again, lost in the depths of space. So when Juliet came home, it was shock enough.

But she came with stories of a planet that had yet to be found, proof in the ship and the man standing next to her, who she claimed to be her soul mate. When the two got married, it was covered on the news. The two were famous.

By the time Juliet finally got to publishing her book, a detailed account of everything that had happened to her, from Dwynlins to backstabbing ex-fiancées and two-headed fish, “Juliet Torgu” was a household name in the science world. It was hard to accept who Zalgar was at first, people distrusting of him when it came to light how many people his planet had killed and hidden, but that was why Juliet decided to write her book, to show who her husband really was.

He was the love of her life, the best man she had ever known. And it was her turn to protect him. “I want your cock buried inside of me,” Juliet replied, “I don’t want to be able to sit down comfortably while I’m signing these books… And I want people to know it’s because of my husband.”

Zalgar grinned, untucking the crisp, white shirt that he had just fixed and unbuttoned his pants. Juliet widened her legs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties, only causing him to grin wider.

Pulling her hips down to meet hers, Juliet knew her hair was going to be ruined too. Amy had told her to dress nice and would probably give her crap for it later, but Juliet didn’t care. She only had twenty minutes, and she was going to enjoy every bit of it.

She sighed when she felt the tip of his length pressing against her entrance, tilting her hips up. Zalgar was not considerate in her attire, nor his. His shirt wrinkled, and so did hers as his hands squeezed at her breasts through her dress. Juliet cried out at the harsh thrusts, Zalgar quickly finding her sweet spot. He never took long finding it, knowing her body better than she knew it herself. “Yes,” she panted, “Yes, please…”

The pressure began to build. Juliet could feel her walls beginning to flutter around Zalgar’s cock and she clenched rhythmically, causing his thrusts to speed up. He groaned, having enough restraint only to bite into the pillow next to her instead of her neck.

Juliet had already spent half an hour covering up the ones from last night that they were going to be late for sure if he tried to create another. Her entire body trembled, pleasure radiating from her center and spreading out to the tips of her fingers and toes.

It took a minute for Juliet to regain her breath, Zalgar going still as he came inside her. The woman reached to for her phone, checking the time. “Eighteen minutes,” she stated proudly, showing him the time, “We’ll be three minutes early.”

Zalgar rolled to his side, tucking himself back into his trousers and fixing his clothes. After getting up and smoothing his long, black hair back, he held a hand out to Juliet, helping her up from the bed. “Guess it’s time to tell the story of us.”

Juliet smiled. “Yes, it is.”

***

PREVIEW OF ‘RAYER: SPACE WARRIOR’S MAIL ORDER BRIDE’ BY ALYSSA EZRA

He had been awaiting the summons – he supposed that it was long due in reality.  Unfortunately, such logic didn’t make the summons any less disdainful.

“High Prince Rayer.  My lord, his highest majesty, your father has requested your presence.”

“Why do you insist on calling it a request when we both know that such edict is a command?”  It didn’t matter how many years Rayer had been receiving summons this way, ever since he had been a child he had known the difference between a request and an order –
Why can’t court manners at least be honest?
He had always wondered that question, and he did so again, now.

“Sir.”  The messenger, Hanneth, had been Rayer’s keeper ever since he had been weaned from his mother’s breast, and had become his full-time care-giver during his childhood and adolescence after the still mysterious illness that had ravaged the females of the planet had taken his mother in one of the most severe cases witnessed by the planet. 

Rayer had barely been three solar orbits of age when his mother had fallen ill – he had a scant few memories from the time.  They weren’t happy memories; however, they were cherished as they were his only memories of his mother, High Queen Arati.  The high queen had fought the illness as stalwartly as any other warrior princess – as that had been the status of her birth – would have. 

The people of the planet, Siiger, had loved his mother and did not take well to the idea of his father’s remarrying.  After some time, they had come to accept the new high queen, but she had never accepted Rayer.  His father’s second mate, Montala, wanted her offspring to be the next high king.  Perhaps if the man had actually been the product of the high king’s loins that dream would have had a chance.  Rayer’s father had claimed Graith, but it was merely as a social nicety, not because Rayer’s younger brother-by-marriage would ever sit on the throne.

At fifty solar orbits, Rayer had finally hit his prime.  Most of the other hominid races reached their prime physical conditions and reproductive states between twenty and thirty-five; however, the Sii, the people of Siigert didn’t reach that point until they were well past their fortieth orbit.  It had been obvious that Rayer would reach his on the tail end and at fifty orbits, he was physically far superior to Graith, who had hit his zenith early at forty. 

Some of the other races said that the Sii aged slowly – that in his present condition, Rayer was comparable with the thirty-or-so aged men of similar races.  He didn’t much worry himself over the views of the other species of the galaxy.  Especially not now – not as he trekked through the ceremonial throne room to his father’s office to face whatever had incited the old man to summon his only child for the first time in more than an orbit.

One of the High King’s guards cast the doors wide, and announced into the room – his voice booming into the chamber beyond.

“High Prince Rayer has arrived as per your summons.”

              Rayer walked into the room.  It had always been one of his favorites in the entire palace complex.  Giant windows cast great swaths of natural light into the cavernous space from one courtyard facing wall.  The rest of the walls were lined with shelves that held items of prophecy, scrolls recording the history of the Sii Empire, and other samples of crystalline growths and mysterious objects that had been collected from all over Siiger for as long as the Sii had walked the surface of the planet.

              “Father,” Rayer continued to approach the most powerful man of the planet as he spoke a greeting.

“Rayer, it has been a while since I have seen you.”

              “Not since before my previous birth celebration.”

              “Yes, you are correct – I apologize that I was unable to see you on this orbit’s celebration, but your mother was ill, it was only appropriate that I attend her until the doctor finished.”  Rayer considered holding his tongue as he always did whenever his father insisted on referring to the his second wife, Montala, as Rayer’s mother, yet, this time, for this occasion, Rayer decided against logical caution.

              “Father, I do not wish to fight with you, but I ask you again to not refer to Montala as my mother, she is not – by that I do not mean that she didn’t give me birth, but rather she never had the desire, nor made an effort to be a mother to me.  Therefore, she is not my mother, she is Graith’s mother.  I did not take your absence personally, I did wonder, but I assumed that some call to duty had required you to miss the celebration.  Now, what has driven you to call for me to attend you?”

              The increasingly ancient King Balkar stared at his son shrewdly, taking in the way Rayer’s body had filled out.  His son was much more his mother’s son, Arati’s son.  He looked so very much like his mother – she had been an astoundingly beautiful woman, but Rayer might be even more astoundingly striking than the vicious warrior princess. 

Arati’s family had been the noble warriors that had defended Siiger for hundreds of orbits, and while they could be quite sly, the families of the Kaltar tribe were unquestionably built in a manner that was ideal to that bred aim of planetary protection.  His son had the body of a warrior, but the mind of a masterful high king.  Unfortunately, Rayer was as stubborn as Balkar.  Knowing that his son would doubtless be angry by the proposal he was soon to force on him, Balkar took a deep, cleaning breath, before looking at the comparatively young man, nearly a century his junior.

              “You need to breed and provide an heir.”  Balkar stated the reality of the situation simply and Rayer’s face blanked of all expression, just as Balkar had anticipated.  Knowing that his son could, and would outwait him, Balkar continued, “You have officially hit your prime – it is expected that you breed.  You have to breed and provide an heir in order to secure your position as my heir for High King.”

              “And tell me father, who am I to breed with?  The Sii are not compatible with the other known breeds in this area – and there are few if any Sii females left and those that might be of breeding prime, are barren, in fact all Sii females that survived the epidemic that killed mother are all incapable of breeding an heir.  Or have you forgotten that was the basis on which you agreed to take Montala as your second mate?  She had managed to birth Graith after the main onslaught of the epidemic.”

              “Of course I remember that fact, boy,” the High King sighed.  “Just as I remember that as a result, in order to maintain a semblance of a population balance, we have been forced to replicate artificially.  Unfortunately, that is not an option for you.  You have to provide a naturally conceived heir in order to ascend the throne – such is the rule that has ruled the pattern of ascension for as long as the Sii have existed.  And you are not quite as informed as I am.  In order to make sure this family line continues in power after my death, I have been sending out scouts, and I have confirmed that there is a race, of which there are a few females that are compatible with the Sii for breeding purposes.  They come from a small outer-rim world called ‘
Earth.
’  Some of our scientists are already on site – quietly working with an inner-system company to find suitable candidates”

              Rayer stared at his father and king for a solid five minutes before turning away from the man and striding over to stand before one of the windows.  Another five minutes passed before his father lost patience and hollered across the room.

              “Well?”

              “How long will I have to select a suitable mate?”

              “Unfortunately due to the pushing of the nobles, you have to make a decision with great speed.  I will allow you a week once you have arrived to select a mate from the available candidates that have been vetted to be genetically compatible.”

              “This is absurd.”

              “Rayer, I am attempting to be reasonable with you; however, you are pushing my patience.”

              “What patience, you have none.”

              “Silence!”  Balkar puffed for a moment, “You will do as I say.  And that is the end of this conversation.  You will depart for the planet Earth tomorrow.  You will select a female as your mate and you will return, with your chosen female, home.  The rites will be performed and you will mate with her.  There is no need to worry about binding yourself to this female, you may reject her – but you must provide a naturally born heir.  Our laws do not necessitate that the heir be male, so all you need to do is get the Earth woman pregnant.  After your heir is born you may do with her what you will.”

              “Is that what you would have done with mother?”  His son’s voice was so soft that Balkar almost did not hear him.

“Of course not, but in that time, I had the liberty to be selective of my mate.  I had plenty of options to choose from.  You, my son, unfortunately do not have the same liberty.  And the reality is that at nearly three times your number of orbits, discussion has been raised on how long I will live.  Further discussion has been raised at allowing Graith the opportunity to provide an heir.”

              “Graith?”  Rayer stared at his father, the High King of Siiger, dumbfounded.  In all of his years, no words more outrageous had ever passed his father’s lips.  “You would allow Graith to claim ascension to the High Throne?  He is not of the line!”

              “I do not want to allow the line to thin.”

              “It would not thin!  It would break!”  Rayer interrupted.

              “Then do your duty.  I do not know how this has been raised to the nobles as an option, as I do not consider it to be one, but I managed to stall any such discussion until you hit prime.  You have – now time is slipping away for you to absolutely claim you position as the next High King.”

              “Is your health failing?”

              “Not yet.  But I am weaker.”  Rayer sighed and braced his forehead against the wafer thin panes of crystal that filled the windows – blocking the harsh winds of this time of year from sweeping priceless artifacts off of the shelves in the room.  “My son, I wish I could give you an alternative, but I cannot.  I am out of options, and you are running out of time.”

              His breath fogged the panes of the window – Rayer did not appreciate being forced into making decision, before he was ready and chose to make it.  On the flip side, he refused to let Graith have even this sliver of a hope at claiming Siiger for him and the woman that had wormed her way into his father’s bed.  Rayer had often wished that his father would swap out Montala for another woman; even a purchased slave would be preferable.

              “I will agree.”

              “Excellent!”  Balkar crowed.

              “However…” Rayer waited for his father to fall silent, “I have a condition of my own.”

              “What is that?”

              “I will agree to take to mate any compatible Earth female that is willing, and I mean
willingly
accepts my offer, but she will know beforehand what is being offered to her – in its entirety.  She will know before any mating occurs that I am not of her world.  That I require an heir.  That we will breed until I successfully impregnate her with my seed.  She must be entirely willing to accept that and to bear the child to existence.  And after an heir is provided, she will be offered the opportunity to return home.  To her home world.  She will have the option to leave me.  As no one, not even you, expects me to keep her as my life mate, as my queen when I eventually inherit the throne – I will not deprive her of her life on her own world should she wish it.  Lastly, she will be compensated. 

She will live in luxury here, but if she chooses to return to her world, she will be compensated enough so that she is able to live in luxury for the remainder of her life on, what did you call the planet?  Earth?”  At his father’s nod, Rayer continued, “Yes on Earth.  Those are my terms.”

              “I will accept your terms if you leave today.  Before anyone knows what is going on.  Before anyone has the opportunity to cause trouble.”

              “Fine.  I assume that the vessel will be ready by the time I get to it?”

              “As soon as you reach the spaceport, you will be cleared.  I will have Gaolan send a runner while you get whatever you might need for the voyage from your apartments.”

              Rayer let out a rough laugh – even after all these years, his father could not fathom why his son would choose to ensconce himself in the tower, a place traditionally used to house offending criminals so that their cries could not be heard in the marketplace far below. 

The High King refused to see his son in the tower, but the reality was that the tower was the easiest place to defend and after it had been rigged to have plumbing, piped straight from the reservoir it was, almost impossible to set the structure aflame. 

              Rayer did not bother to offer Balkar a farewell as they both considered such to be a waste of words.  One did not waste words on farewells unless it was sure to be the last one saw of the other.