Freeing Luka: The Clecanian Series Book 2

by Victoria Aveline

  Tears sliding down her face, she spun in place. “We have to get you help.”

  “Help is coming,” a deep voice called from the trees.

  Luka wheeled around, ready to rip apart the new threat. Black spots danced before his eyes, a wave of dizziness making him stagger. When he made out the features of Kadion, he allowed relief to wash over him, then promptly collapsed.

  “Luka!” Alice cried, rushing behind him and laying his head in her lap.

  “He’ll be okay. Zed is on the way now with a healer. It’ll keep him stable until we get him to a medbay.” Kadion sank to the ground next to them with a wince.

  “And what about you?” she said, eyeing the deep crimson spreading from his torso and staining his shirt.

  Kadion chuckled then wheezed.

  The male had fought by his side bravely and taken on the last two attackers on his own while Luka had dashed into the forest. His face was covered in gashes and his once sandy-blond hair was dark and coated in blood.

  “Oh, I’ve had much worse than this. Hazard of the job.” Kadion shot her a dimpled smile. “Still, it’d be nice to have a mate care for me like that.” One clear and one swollen eye met Luka’s. “I hope you realize how lucky you are.”

  He peered above him. Alice’s warm tears were falling into his hair and she ran her hands over his uninjured skin. “I do.”

  She gave him a watery smile and leaned down, pressing a wet upside-down kiss to his lips. She let her forehead rest against his and whispered, “I love you so much,” before rising again.

  “Any sign of Verakko?” Kadion asked, interrupting the intimate moment.

  Alice’s head snapped up. “What happened to him? And Sal and Traef?”

  Luka groaned and sat up. “He finally came out and joined in the fight. I didn’t catch everything he said, but it seemed like he’d opened all the cells of the outposts and told the prisoners to run, but couldn’t do much more than that under the circumstances.”

  Kadion nodded. “That’s what I recall, as well. Then he started fighting. I’d never seen him fight before. He was vicious.”

  “Then what happened to him?” Alice asked impatiently.

  “One of the males—a Strigi, I believe—carried him off through the trees and never returned.”

  “I hope he’s okay,” Alice said, tears welling anew. “And the others?”

  Luka could hear the heartbreak in her voice and knew she’d already witnessed Sal’s fate.

  “Traef will pull through, but Sal…” Kadion lowered his head.

  A single sob tore from Alice. Luka smoothed her hair back and pulled her onto his chest, letting his low purr soothe her the way it always did. “He redeemed himself, love. Died a proud male.”

  Alice clutched at his forearms for a moment and then pulled away, sniffing. “What will you do about Verakko?”

  “We’ll send search parties out to look for him, but Swadaeth are notoriously hard to kill. It might be why they took him in the first place. Probably thought it’d be easier if he were carried off and dropped out of the way.”

  “And the women? They’re free?” she asked, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

  “We can only hope. Word will be spread among trusted individuals all over Clecania to be on the lookout for wandering females, but we have to assume not all of them made it out. Speaking of…” Kadion scanned the trees. “Where’s Helas? Did he escape?”

  Luka pointed over his shoulder to a bloody clump in the grass, all that was left of Helas.

  Kadion peered at them, brows raised.

  “Alice was brilliant. She spotted a guarsil.” Luka coughed, feeling his vision waver.

  Kadion hissed air through his teeth. “Ouch.”

  “I took a chance.” She grimaced. “Let’s all just be thankful it wasn’t a harmless piece of fruit.”

  Yells echoed through the trees, and Kadion rose unsteadily to his feet. Auzed and Izor emerged, ready to tend their wounds.

  Luka lifted Alice to her feet and gazed down into her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

  Epilogue

  One month later

  “Keep your eyes closed,” Luka demanded from behind her.

  “My eyes are closed, and what does it even matter anyway?” she argued. “You have your enormous hands covering my face. Even if I opened them, I wouldn’t see anything. Remember, we can’t stay…wherever you’re taking me…for too long. We promised to go meet your niece today.”

  Alice didn’t know how many more surprises she could handle. Ever since their terrifying attack in the woods, Luka had been repeatedly giving her presents and surprising her with romantic tokens.

  “Don’t get me wrong, I love presents, but you’re going overboard. I asked you to stop, remember?” she said while continuing to stumble forward down an uneven path. The sounds of the forest played all around her, and she wondered if he had another picnic planned.

  “I remember I specifically tuned out that request.”

  Alice huffed. The impossible male had received not one, but three nearly fatal wounds during their attack. He should be the one receiving gifts and surprises, not her.

  He whispered into her ear, making her jump. “We’re here. Open up.”

  It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the bright light. When they did, she found herself staring into a small copse of flowering trees.

  Keeping his voice quiet, he said, “Have I ever told you about the weshuin?” He pointed up to a small orange bird flitting among the blossoms at the top of the tree.

  “No.”

  “Well, the weshuin spends years and years gathering strong material to build his nest. He starts by finding sticks and small rocks, then builds a tall covered structure.” He pointed to a large, impressive stick house, set atop the juncture of two converging branches.

  “Wow, that looks more like a small house than a bird’s nest.” She whispered up to the orange bird, “You’re doing great!”

  “Next, he finds soft material to line the inside, and finally he flies all over, finding pretty things to decorate the nest with. Flowers, shiny pebbles, buttons.”

  She watched as the small bird swooped to its nest, pale pink flower in beak, and placed it near the entrance.

  “Does he ever actually live in it?” She chuckled, leaning her head against Luka’s shoulder.

  “Only when he finds a mate.” He peered down at her with a warm smile. “It sometimes takes years, but after he’s done building the nest, he’ll bring the female bird he’s courting here to show her. If she goes to sit inside, then she’s agreed to be his mate.”

  Alice sighed. Luka was a hopeless romantic, and she loved it.

  “I want to show you something else.”

  She was just about to complain that she wasn’t closing her eyes again when he whirled her around by her shoulders. Emotion tightened her throat, and her heart stuttered.

  A beautiful, rustic home stood in front of her. The sides of the two-story house were covered in large picture windows and gleamed in the late afternoon sun.

  “Do you like it?” Luka asked, his shoulders bunched.

  Alice had to choke out her words through the lump in her throat. “I see you learned some tricks from those weshuin.”

  His face broke into a grin, and he tugged at her hand, leading her into the house.

  Once inside, she only caught glimpses of warm-toned furniture and piles of books. His insistent tug on her wrist forced her to jog through the house and up the stairs.

  “Am I allowed to look at the house?” she halfheartedly complained, laughing.

  His smile was infectious as he pulled her through a large, comfortable bedroom and onto a…

  “A balcony,” she exclaimed, hands flying to her mouth.

  The small, raised balcony overlooked the forest, and the two familiar, old armchairs from Luka’s apartment were placed on either side of a deep-green table, set with two cups.

  Luka glanced briefly at her, then ru
shed over to sit in one of the chairs, leaning forward to sweep away the floating bulbs hovering over the cups to keep them warm.

  “I asked Jade what coffee was, and I think this might be close.” He motioned for her to sit in the other chair, holding out a steaming glass.

  Her lip trembled. She made her way over to Luka, curling up in his lap. “How did I get so lucky?”

  A low purr rumbled through his chest, and he brushed his cheek against her hair. “I’m the lucky one.”

  Tilting her head, she pressed her mouth to his. Their kiss was slow and sensual and utterly full of love.

  “Watch it, female. You want to see the rest of the house before retiring to the bedroom, don’t you?”

  “I want to stay right here.” She sighed, taking the cup from his hand.

  Reaching forward, he grabbed the second glass. “I hope this helps when you miss your home.”

  She took a small sip and choked, then began to laugh.

  “It’s terrible,” she squealed.

  He took a sip of his own and grimaced.

  Replacing their cups on the table, she turned back to him. “It doesn’t matter, though. I can’t miss home, because I am home.” She ran a hand through his hair. “You’re my home. I love you.”

  He beamed. “I love you too.”

  About the Author

  Victoria Aveline has always enjoyed immersing herself in a good romance. Alpha males are her weakness, but while possessive, dominating heroes are titillating, she craved something more. So, she decided to create a world in which devastatingly sexy men could be aggressive and domineering but still bow down before the matriarchy.

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