Hero's Bride (Alien SciFi Romance) (Celestial Mates Book 7)

by C. J. Scarlett

  Kypher settled down on the ice, and I stumbled down beside him, trying to get my bearings. I watched as he transformed back into the shape that I knew so well—the shape that still haunted my memories even after the long years that I had been away from him.

  “Finally, I have you back where you belong, Clara,” he said, approaching me and gripping my chin in his strong hands, pulling it up so that my eyes met the flaming wheels of his own blazing gaze. My heart thudded in my chest, so hard and fast that I felt dizzy as I stood there. Instinctually, I tried to turn my head away, but he was too strong and I was helpless to do anything but stand there as he held onto me, reaching out and taking me by the hand. “You should have come with me when you had the chance. Why go with those savages?”

  As if it were impossible for him to understand. I finally managed to break myself free from his grip and took a hesitant step back. “They’ll come for me,” I said. “They won’t let you and the other Ak-hal keep me prisoner here.”

  “Prisoner?” His voice was tinged with disbelief, as if he really couldn’t understand what it was that I was saying. “You are my mate, Clara. I am taking back what was stolen from me.”

  His mate? I was astonished that he really thought that, after all the time that had passed and everything that had happened. But the truth of it was, a ‘mate’ to him wasn’t a partner. A mate to him was an object—a possession. Hence, his feeling that I had been stolen away when really, I had found my freedom.

  Shaking my head, I tried to formulate a response to what he had said, but it was impossible. My head was still muddled. I was confused and afraid, and above all, couldn’t believe that this was all happening to me. It didn’t seem real, like this was all some sort of hazy dream. If I were lucky, I would wake and go to hash things over with Maggie. Maybe we would laugh about how wild my imagination was while we started on our morning chores.

  But already, I knew there would be no waking from this. It was all too real, from the cold that bit at me to the hollow feeling already growing inside me as Kypher forced me to walk alongside him toward the base that the Ak-hal built up over the years since they had fled the castle.

  Because their old home had been such a point of pride, I knew that having to downsize their base must be a sore spot for the Ak-hal. While they had still managed to create something of beauty in this new base out in the arctic wilds, it was nowhere near as elegant and striking as Argaram Castle had been. Mithrim spires shone in the light, rising high in individual, protected towers. I could see other Ak-hal circling in and around these towers up above, in a strange sort of ballet. These towers all ranged in height, creating a shimmering backdrop against the whiteness. The highest of them stood at the very center, where it seemed to garner some protection from any potential threats. I assumed that this must be where the royal family lived.

  Kypher led me to a smaller tower at the edges of the base, near to where we had landed. Several other Ak-hal turned our way when we entered, their eyes sliding my way and fixing on me as soon as Kypher pulled me in beside him. And in addition to the Ak-hal, there was a single human woman in the tower, whose face paled when her gaze fixed on mine. If it weren’t for protocol, I think she would have gasped in recognition. However, I did gasp when I saw her, for it had been a long time since last we met.

  “Libba!”

  I hadn’t known the woman for long before we parted those many years ago. She had just come to the Ak-hal, on the same ship that had brought Shay. I hadn’t liked her then. She had been a cold, ruthless woman who had jumped at the chance for immortality and who had done everything she could to betray those around her to gain an upper hand for herself. Though perhaps the reason I disliked Libba so much was that she reminded me, just a little, of myself in those early days of my life with the Ak-hal, when the idea of immortality—when the beauty of those beings—had enticed rather than repulsed me. However, seeing her now, it was obvious that something about the woman had changed.

  Though she didn’t speak back to me, the disdainful look in her eyes that she’d had in the past disappeared. And I was acutely aware of the fact that even though she was supposed to be mated to Bahir, a noble, she stood here amongst lesser soldiers of the Ak-hal.

  “Take her upstairs and dress her appropriately, Libba,” said Kypher. “I want her out of these savages’ rags.”

  The other woman gave a short nod, and then I was pushed along and after Libba, toward a narrow set of stairs that spiraled up the tower. I quickly saw that the tower was made up of several floors, each of which was a separate apartment, presumably one for each of the Ak-hal. Libba led me to one of the upper floors and we stepped in together. It was only once we were alone that she quickly turned to me and spoke quickly in a hushed tone.

  “Clara. Please. You have to help me get away from this place.” She reached out and took hold of me, a hand on each arm. “I know I was horrible back then. I know I made so many mistakes, and did so many awful things to you and Shay. But—”

  “Libba?” I shook my head. She spoke so insistently and so fast that I could hardly wrap my head around what she was saying. “I don’t understand.”

  She dropped her head down. I could see the full difference in her now as compared to the way that she had been before. She was a defeated woman, any pride that had been in her before now fully stripped away, leaving her bare and broken. Moving away from me, Libba walked to the edge of a long bed and dropped down. I noted for the first time how thin she was compared to the way that she had been before, and the ashen cast to her skin, feeling a surge of pity despite knowing everything that she had done.

  “Bahir—my mate. They executed him not long after we set up our base here. He was one of those they blamed for the fall of Argaram Castle. But because there weren’t any more women…” Her voice faltered. I reached out slowly and let my hand fall on her shoulder.

  “It’s okay,” I said softly, but she shook her head.

  “They need all the women that they have, so they didn’t execute me with Bahir. Instead, they gave me away, but since I was… impure… I was only fit for a lesser soldier. Uldrith. He’s harsh and cruel. A monster.”

  To me, all the Ak-hal were monsters, but I refrained from saying that. Instead, I continued to lay my hand on Libba’s shoulder as she quietly wept, doing her best not to let the sounds leave the room. After several long minutes of this, she looked up at me with her red-rimmed eyes and asked, “Clara? What are the Kamani like?”

  “The Kamani? They’re… they’re wonderful,” I said. What else could I say? There were hardly any words good enough to describe them. They were agents of peace. They were a force for greatness. They had helped make me whole again after I had been broken down by my life in Argaram Castle.

  “All I ever hear is that they’re beasts,” said Libba. “But I think… I think that I would rather live among beasts than keep on living this way.” She sniffled pathetically and wiped her hand over her face. Then she got up quickly, suddenly remembering that she was supposed to get me ready. She hurried to a large metallic wardrobe and pressed the panel on the front; it opened with a hiss to reveal an array of dresses. Pulling out a simple but elegant pale-green dress, she turned around and made her way toward me. However, I felt an immediate revulsion in the pit of my stomach.

  “I won’t wear that,” I said.

  Libba stopped where she stood, dress in hand, and gave me a strange look. “But…”

  “I didn’t fight when I should have. But that just means I have to start fighting now. I won’t let myself go back to being the way I was before.”

  And I realized then that I meant it. I had gone down without a fight, and that had been a mistake. But that only meant that now was the time for me to rise and take a stand. I was terrified, and I didn’t know what would come next, but I couldn’t just keep my head down and remain passive. I would fight back and I would return to the Kamani, where I belonged.

  Chapter 5

  “What is the meaning of this? Y
ou were supposed to dress her.” Kypher stared down at Libba and me from his full height, a picture of cold fury. Libba ducked her head to stare at the floor as he circled around her. It almost seemed that he would strike her. I thought that he might have if she was his mate, but fortunately, the Ak-hal had strict rules against harming a woman who—in their eyes—belonged to another. Still, I felt the need to correct the matter quickly.

  “I’ll wear my own clothes,” I said matter of-fact, even though I certainly didn’t feel as strong as I sounded. At that, he turned toward me, and in an instant, I felt all the years that we had spent together as mates pressing in on me and weighing me down. But I couldn’t back down now. “You won’t kill me over something as small as the way I dress,” I pressed on, hoping what I said was true. “Women are too precious to you now.”

  The muscles tightened in Kypher’s face. It was obvious that he was angry beyond reason, but it also seemed that he didn’t want to show me that I had gotten under his skin with my words. For a long moment, we simply stood there facing one another, me doing my best not to quail under his cold gaze, until finally he spoke.

  “Do you really think your Kamani heroes will come and save you?” he said.

  “They’ll come,” I said without even thinking about what I was saying. Of course, they would come. I had no reason to doubt that they would. The Kamani had always outnumbered the Ak-hal, even before the fall of the castle. But there was something about the way he spoke that made me uneasy. “Why wouldn’t they?” I added nervously, unable to help myself, and on saying that, I saw a small smirk slip over his cold face.

  “Indeed. Why wouldn’t they?”

  “Wh—what? What are you planning?” My heart leapt up into my chest then, as I realized the initial attack on the compound hadn’t been the end all, be all of the Ak-hal’s plan. But of course, Kypher wouldn’t tell me anything more. Instead, he would leave me to obsess about this as he forced me out of the tower and across the base, where I would soon see that I wasn’t the only captured woman to enact a quiet rebellion.

  As I walked, I saw a familiar redhead walking behind an Ak-hal, also wearing a jumpsuit very similar to my own. I looked up at her and our eyes met across the snowed plain of the base. She nodded at me in greeting, the only acknowledgement we could give one another as Kypher and the other Ak-hal moved in opposite directions. However, toward the end of the day, I came across her again as Kypher brought me to a larger tower where we would have dinner with a crowd of gathered soldiers. I just sat down when I felt someone nudge me in the arm, and turned to see the woman. The Ak-hal who had been leading her earlier stood a few feet away, but engaged in conversation, giving her a moment to lean down and speak with me.

  “It’s Clara, right?” she whispered.

  “And you’re Jessica?”

  “This is insane.” She closed her eyes. “I keep listening for Kali’s voice but he’s too far away.”

  That was right. This woman, Jessica, had found a Kamani mate a few years earlier. I felt a sudden stab of pain at thinking of what she must be going through being separated from him. I wanted to say something to her, but before I could get a word out, she was pulled away by the Ak-hal at her side, and Kypher returned to my side. I forced a blank expression on my face and turned to the meal in front of me.

  I had realized something. If I would survive until the Kamani came to rescue me—us—I would need to remain impassive, as cold as the ice that covered this planet. While I wouldn’t play into their games—let myself be dressed up like a doll and play the part of Kypher’s mate—that didn’t mean I could be myself around the Ak-hal either. Survival meant emptying myself of any and all emotion.

  However, doing that was more difficult than I thought it would be, especially as I saw just how many women had been recaptured in the attack on the compound. I saw more and more of them every day in the brief amount of time I was allowed out of my tower. Like Jessica and me, some of them refused to wear the dresses the other Ak-hal mates wore, but others had already given in. These women had a certain air of hopelessness about them that brought sadness to my heart. Did they really have so little faith in the Kamani? Or did they just fear the Ak-hal that much?

  Day in and day out, I was reabsorbed into the routines of daily life with them. This wasn’t so bad. They didn’t expect so much of me, and I was quickly shuttled into the kitchens to work. It at least felt good to keep busy, and as this had been my task for all those long years when I had been mated to Kypher before, it wasn’t difficult to adapt to the work.

  Far worse were the nights; here I was expected to share a bed with Kypher. Though he didn’t touch me—I suspect he was repulsed by the way I looked, as I still hadn’t allowed myself to be groomed ‘appropriately’ as was fitting an Ak-hal mate—it was horrible to feel his presence so close to me. Most of the time I couldn’t sleep, and all I could do was lie there hoping against hope that there would be no contact, accidental or otherwise, between us.

  In reality, it hadn’t been that long since I had left the Kamani—a week, perhaps. But I already felt myself slipping, no matter how hard I tried to hold onto hope. The only thing that kept me strong was thinking of all my friends back at the compound, and the fact that I knew they wouldn’t just let me stay here. However, I was still afraid of the subtle implication that Kypher had given me that something else was at work—some plan of the Ak-hal’s in motion that could possibly spell danger for the Kamani if they did try to rescue me and the other girls.

  “Clara!”

  I was in the kitchen working when I heard my voice whispered at me and turned to see Libba at my side. Looking around to be certain that nobody nearby could—or would—be a danger to us, I paused in what I was doing and stole away to speak to her for a moment.

  “What’s going on?”

  Libba had always looked crestfallen in the time since I had become reacquainted with her, a far cry from the bold and haughty woman that had come to Gorodrim along with Shay. But now she looked even more dejected than usual. With her voice barely audible, she spoke to me in a hurried whisper. “They’re holding executions tonight. Several of the women have admitted they mated with the Kamani in their time away and…”

  “Executions?” My head spun. I hadn’t even considered the fact that the Ak-hal might do this, but I realized that I should have known. They might have accepted some ‘impurity’ out of necessity among their mates if they’d had another Ak-hal partner, but they would never accept a woman who had mated with a Kamani. My stomach roiled as I remembered the redheaded woman, Jessica, who I had seen earlier. “There has to be something we can do. To help them.”

  Libba shook her head. “N—no,” she stammered. “I was just… I was thinking that, while they were busy with the executions… I mean… you might know the way back to the Kamani…”

  I stared at the woman and suddenly, her thoughts became clear to me. While everyone was preoccupied with the executions, it might just be possible to make an escape. It was similar to what Maggie had done. And for a moment, I felt myself swayed to the possibility. But no. I wouldn’t—couldn’t—betray the others like that.

  I shook my head. “I can’t,” I said. “Not without the others.”

  And so it was, that the day of the executions rolled around, and I found myself ushered to the center of the Ak-hal base. The few women that had stayed with the Ak-hal as loyal mates from the very beginning stood at the front and were dressed the most regally, apart from Libba, who stood at the back beside her mate with her head ducked down. I was beside Kypher and still in my jumpsuit, though he had demanded my presence in formal attire throughout the entirety of that morning. This was my silent protest, and all I could do to continue fighting despite that I felt like I was growing weaker by the moment in the presence of the Ak-hal.

  Once the entirety of the base gathered around, about a dozen women were ushered out from a nearby tower. Their hair had been shorn and they were dressed in white gowns—a ritualistic gesture I re
cognized from my many long years with the Ak-hal, and one that made my blood run cold. Jessica stood at the forefront of the group, standing tall with a defiant look on her face. However, before they assembled the women at the front of the group, it seemed that the Ak-hal had something else planned.

  “Bring out the Kamani,” called the executioner, and the crowd murmured softly, many—including me—craning our necks to see what was happening as those in charge moved to allow several Ak-hal to bring out a Kamani covered in mithrim chains.

  My first thought was, he is beautiful. I don’t know why this was my thought. I had seen many Kamani before. But something was different about this one. He was tall, with dark hair shorn close. His golden eyes scanned the crowd as if searching for something. He had been stripped down to nothing but a pair of woven pants, so that his broad, golden-skinned chest was on display. I could see that he had been beaten recently, and it brought out an uncharacteristic feeling of absolute hatred within me for the Ak-hal. Not that I didn’t already dislike them, but the intensity of this feeling was deeper than anything I had felt before.

  The executioner reached up to take off the mithrim chains, and several other Ak-hal converged on him, drawing weapons. My heart leapt up into my chest. The Kamani were strong, it was true, but one Kamani by himself was no match for several armed Ak-hal. I had heard the stories many times before, and knew that this was the way they had taken the pelts of the Kamani in the past. The Kamani would have to shift to defend himself, but if he did…

  Don’t shift, I thought wildly, thinking of my own passive resistance. It was what they wanted.

  The Kamani’s eyes slid through the crowd and settled on me. It felt like they burned a hole right into the core of my being.

  Why shouldn’t I? Came a voice directly into my head, warm and soft. Confused, I felt like jumping out of my skin. What… how…? But I responded anyway.