A Drogons' Fate Epilogue: SciFi Alien Soul Mates Romance (A Drogons Fate Series Book 6)

by T. J. Quinn

  In the blink of an eye, his world had righted itself. Now, he had hope and purpose, and it was because of one man, who challenged him to be better than he was before. Holding his head up, Jax felt genuine pride growing in his chest for the possibly the first time in his entire life. It was something his soul badly needed, and he knew in an instant that he would fight like hell to keep it.

  Chapter 5

  A Warrior For Me

  Music Mix

  ~ Acacia ~

  Drifting in an aimless slumber, Acacia dreamed of dark times. On a planet, deep in the Hellion system, she was at her mother’s side harvesting food. Though the work was difficult and the hours long, they enjoyed the brief reprieve from being on the mother ship. Her mother’s pale white form moved noisily among the bushes as her hands flew, picking fresh berries. It was at a time in her life when her father could still protect her. Stooped on a nearby cliff, his job was to monitor the slaves. Even at a young age, she could see the large warrior’s eyes only ever rested on her and her mother. Basking in the warm glow of his approval had meant everything to her.

  Her tiny hands drifted over the bushes, and she greedily popped one plump berry after another into her small mouth. The slight curve of her father’s lips told her that this once it was okay. It was her one perfect memory, the one right before everything in her world turned upside down. The storm clouds rolled in incredibly fast on that world. Before her father could even make it to them, the skies had opened and dumped a deluge upon them. Her mother’s long, white hair clung to her slight form. Her eyes turned worried when they saw the lightning in the sky. The thunder was even more terrifying, for it shook the ground with each deafening clap.

  She could remember running to her mother on shaky legs. This was always where the dream turned strange. The clouds morphed into a dark fog that grabbed and grasped at her small body. It was thick and smelled strange to her small nostrils. As her mother struggled to reach her, the ground began to move, and she slowly began to move away.

  The other slaves were panicking, and her father ran full speed down from the cliff, scooping her into his arms as he made for her mother. To both their shock she slid over a rocky embankment even as his hands reached for her. He stood holding her in his arm, forcing her head away from the sight of her mother’s mangled body below. Acacia could remember watching the mud and strange fog swirl around his big black military boots. If only her mother had been wearing a pair, the ground might not have carried her away.

  Jerking from her dream, she wrapped her arms tightly around her body, as the full force of her aloneness in the universe came crashing down around her. Her father was no longer able to spend time with her. His token visits were always so bittersweet.

  Holding her hand down onto the floor where her human had been laying, she found it held no trace of his body heat. Being certain that Jax would have woken her if he’d taken a turn for the worst, she felt that he had taken Nick to meet with Dracon. Getting up, she cleaned herself and hurried to the Vampiere’s quarters.

  The Vampiere were housed in a huge cargo hold, but over the years they had managed to collect enough space junk to create individualized family units. For some reason, the Taron separated out their slaves according to species. Since Jax and Nick were the only humans, they got a tiny room, which she suspected had once been a utility substation before the ship underwent a modern retrofit. It was glaring obvious that they didn’t bother with the one and only Zaphredinelyn onboard their vessel. Jax had insisted she stay and she’d had no mind to argue the point.

  Stepping to the huge cargo hold, she couldn’t help but notice her human was looking much better. He was sipping a nutrient packet, and his body was a lush cream color rather than the stark white she’d come to expect. Nick was a handsome male by any female’s standards. Slipping into a squatting position, she admired the way he interacted with the other males. Where the Vampiere were naturally quiet and reticent creatures, her warrior was bold and easily spoke his mind. He moved through the verse with confidence, sure of his purpose. He had a charm all his own, and she would be proud to call him her own. A tiny doubt lurked in the back of her mind that he might not want her. She shoved it away, certain that he had touched her skin and told her she was beautiful in his eyes.

  Suddenly, he was standing before her. Reaching down, he pulled her to her feet. “Hello, beautiful. Sorry, I passed out for weeks.”

  “You are lucky to be alive.”

  Drawing her into the tight circle of his arms, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Thank you for taking care of me. I owe you and Jax my life.”

  Smoothing her cheek over his, she murmured. “I was so worried for you.”

  “I’m aces, I promise.”

  Nodding, she swallowed thickly, shoving her worry aside in favor of meeting his needs in the here and now.

  Wrapping an arm around her, he returned to the small group of vampires.

  Dracon dipped his head in recognition. “What you suggest has never been attempted.”

  “Which means it will be the last thing they expect. We have the element of surprise on our side as well as time.”

  “Of all the aliens aboard this vessel, I believe the Vampiere would be least welcome among your people.”

  “You have no idea what we’re capable of. Do you know that I probably could have overwhelmed the slow moving Taron who took me? I didn’t because they were intent on taking me right where I needed to be.”

  The vampire made a sound of disbelief. “If what you say is true, you are the first to offer yourself voluntarily into slavery.”

  “Slavery is nothing more than a state of mind. They can hold us, force us to work and even kill us.” Tapping the side of his head, Nick stated with conviction. “We are the ones who make ourselves their slaves by believing their garbage about owning us.”

  Jax spoke up. “What he says is true. I feel differently now that I know we are destined to change the course of history in the verse. I imagine a universe without the Taron in it, and my spirit soars. To be able to put a stop to their killing makes life worth living for me.”

  Her beautiful warrior spoke words meant to shake the hopelessness of slavery from a million minds. “Think of your little one living among my people. She could go to school with other children, grow into a woman with real choices in life and have a home of her own. My world has over seven billion humans. She would never have a problem finding a willing feeding partner with so many to choose from. Hell, none of you would ever have to worry about that again. My world will welcome any alien willing to fight by our side. I will see to that myself. Isn’t that worth risking your life for?”

  Dracon lifted his chin. “It’s something worth dying for if it gives my daughter true freedom.”

  “Will you speak to your people?”

  Nodding the man, watched his little one crawl from a small flap in his door. “I will do all within my power to aid you in your mission.” Picking up his little one, he gazed at Jax. “Are you sure you are well enough to trade?”

  Before he could answer, Acacia spoke up. “If you will accept me, I would be happy to give in his stead.”

  Staring at her for a long hard moment, Dracon nodded. “As you wish, among my people females are often preferred feeding partners for children.”

  Drawing the tiny child into her lap, Acacia offered her wrist. The little one struck hard and fast, sinking her teeth into the pale blue flesh. Vampire children often didn’t have the finely honed and disciplined feeding skills of adults, so Acadia wasn’t too surprised, that the little one acted impulsively. Pulling back the child’s long hair, she relaxed into the experience. Her ears overheard the males speaking again.

  “My people are not used to having a formal leader. You must prove yourself worthy of being followed.”

  “Look, when it comes to fighting, I’m highly trained. Seals are the Navy’s elite fighting force. Though there are few of us, we are ones called in when the situation calls for extraordinary skill
.”

  “You certainly brag like a warrior.” Dracon’s humorous reply seemed to offend her new mate.

  Staring at the man, Nick jerked his head one time before speaking. “The chances of being abducted by a stranger on my world is 1 in a half of million. The chances of getting abducted by aliens are too astronomical to even speak of. Yet here we are, standing on an alien space ship and I’m already running the odds on this conversation with you going bad.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “My best-educated guess is there is a 1 in about hundred thousand chance our conversation will end in violence, maybe a little less because your child is present. If you attack me, there’s a good chance the first indication will be you dropping your left leg back into a formal fighting stance. I noticed you’re right hand dominant so, you’ll to brace yourself to attack with that hand. Since you’ve received formal military training, you’ll turn on me when I least expect it and go for any vulnerabilities, you pick up on as we fight. You’re your left leg goes back, I’ll spin around and take out your knee with the heel of my right foot. It’s the quickest way to defuse the situation.”

  The man gasped, “I would never do such a thing.”

  “It doesn’t matter if you do. I’m specifically trained to test my opponent’s responses, recognize fighting patterns and anticipate my opponent’s moves. Since I’ve been talking to you, I’ve run scenarios on at least half a dozen potential threats. It’s so deeply ingrained into my personality that I do it without even thinking about what I’m doing. The fact is, I’m not just a warrior. I’m a US Navy Seal, earning his Trident. I’m the evolution of thousands of years of formal military expertise condensed down into one human form. I’m seriously not bragging when I say that comparing me to any other warrior is nothing short of an insult.”

  “I believe what you say is true.”

  “I honestly don’t care if you believe it right now or not. By the time we reach Earth, you and every other hostage on this ship will be a believer. Let your people know that gathering intel on the Taron and protecting Earth is their ticket to freedom. They can die in the air with the Taron or enjoy a new life on my home world.”

  A alarm sounded off, and everyone in the room stood up and turned to the door. Though Nick seemed confused, everyone else knew the alarm was meant to alert them to present for the Taron elite. Dracon shoved his little one behind him and took a protective stance in front. The room became eerily quiet.

  Acacia didn’t have to wonder what they wanted. There were here for Nick. The collars they all wore monitored their movements, and they would, therefore, know he was now up and moving around. The door slid open, and three Taron elite walked in. Nick stepped out to meet them, with Jax at his back. Reaching out, they slapped a metal cuff on each man’s wrist. Squawking something that sounded like you work now, they turned on their heels and left.

  Nick sent her a questioning look. “That was all kinds of weird.”

  Sighing she approached. “It is a communication device like the Taron use to communicate with each other. They hate interacting with slaves and I believe they mean for you two to relay information to the slaves. We have developed ways to communicate among ourselves, but no one can speak the snarls of the Taron except the two of you. They will want regular reports on the progress of whatever duties you assign.” She watched the units begin to vibrate. A micron later, a small holographic image appeared. They watched an assortment of cargo being moved from area to another. An image of a crate being popped open and the contents being scanned danced through the air.

  Dracon immediately volunteered. “The Vampiere usually perform such functions. Would you like me to assign a crew?”

  Nodding, Nick responded. “Yes, please do.”

  Holding up his wrist he gestured to the device. “This worries me. It doesn’t come off, and if they can send messages to us, they can probably listen to what we’re saying.”

  Dracon nodded. “We will see to that. In the meantime, we need to get the assignments done. Slaves get eliminated if they are not useful.

  Jax’s communicator buzzed. Another three-dimensional image jumped up into the air. It showed a huge spill getting cleaned with little cleaning bots. Acacia headed for the door. “I will see to this situation. I recognize the section and have released the cleaning bots many times before.”

  Nick started to object. Before he could get too wound up, she stated soothingly. “This is our life. Do not worry for my safety, for none here would harm me but the Taron and they loathe the underworld.”

  “Come straight back, okay?”

  Nodding, Acacia took comfort in his protective stance. Perhaps he was growing real feelings for her. Her spirit soared at the thought of them being mated for life.

  Chapter 6

  Pushy Women

  Music Mix

  ~ Nick ~

  Being alone with the woman who’d announced to the underworld that she belonged to him was difficult for only one reason. He wanted her with an overpowering need that was becoming ever more difficult to resist. The woman smelled like cotton candy, and her potent mating scent filled the air. She was light on her feet, graceful and totally fixated on him. Those were good qualities for a female to have in his humble opinion.

  Her quiet voice pulled him from his internal thoughts. “Why do you fight so hard against something you clearly desire as much as I do?”

  Glancing behind him, he caught her dark eyes upon him yet again. “You don’t really want me.” When she opened her mouth to object, he pushed his bare feet against the floor, turning to face her. “I’m aware that you think you want me. The fact is, you’ve only known me for a few months, and you don’t really know me.”

  Seeming amused rather than annoyed, she announced. “You are not a complicated being. You eat, sleep, plot with the others to overthrow the Taron and deny your sexual urges. Have I missed anything?”

  Unable to keep the grin off his face, Nick replied sheepishly. “I guess you got my number, after all, Miss Acacia. The thing is, if you were on a real planet and had a million men to choose from, you’d pick someone else. You’re choosing me for lack of better options.”

  Her head jerked like she’d been slapped. Emotion jumped into her beautiful dark eyes like she finally understood something profound. “Among the Voltaire, there is a saying. Beware when you seek to divine the internal thoughts of another, lest you mistake their motivation for your own.”

  It took Nick a minute to figure out what she was saying. “No, that saying does not apply to this situation. It’s an oversimplification of a complex situation.”

  “It is simple. You either want me, or you do not.”

  “I want you. Jesus, you’re all I think about.”

  “Then we mate.”

  “I can tell you haven’t thought this whole thing through. We don’t even know if we can mate.”

  Smiling, she pulled her hair over one shoulder and began finger combing it. “We are very compatible. My grand sire was like you.”

  “A soldier?”

  Looking annoyed, her hands dropped to her lap. “He was human, and my grandmother was of the Voltaire.” Gesturing to herself, she asked frustratedly. “Do you not see that I am the one being aboard this ship who is most like you appearance? I wish you for a mate because we are compatible in many ways and our biology is foremost among them.”

  “That probably means I can get you pregnant. That’s the best reason of all not to jump into a mating relationship.”

  Her eyes narrowed to mere slits. “You think I am unfit to bear you children because…”

  Cutting her off, Nick’s voice raised a notch. “There’s no need for you to even finish that sentence. You are totally barking up the wrong tree.”

  Going back to messing with her long black hair, her voice communicated quite clearly that she was still miffed. “Then tell me the correct tree to bark up.”

  Sighing, Nick began to wonder why he was even trying to do the right thing.
The thought came immediately to mind that Navy Seals didn’t take advantage of beautiful alien women with limited options. It was dishonorable. “Think about it for a minute. If we mated and had a child, would you really want them to be raised on this ship? This is no kind of environment to bring a child into.”

  “I was born in the underworld. Would you wish me from existence?”

  “Of course not Acacia, I did not know that you were born here.”

  “Many thousands of us are born, mate, and die aboard these vessels. Before you, I thought this would be my fate as well. You alone have given me a reason to hope for more. Our children may be born in the underworld but they will one day live as free people on your home world.”

  “You can choose any man here, and you will still end up on Earth enjoying freedom.

  “I see something unique and intriguing in you, and my mind is eager to discover all your most deeply held secrets. My eyes admire your strong male form. My body calls to you. I wish to be naked in your arms.”

  “You are making it very hard to say no. We should talk more about this instead of making a rash decision.”

  “Warriors act. Political leaders talk. Which are you?”

  The stubborn set of her brow was all kinds of adorable. Her words reminded of the double dog dares he could never resist accepting as a child. Being caught off guard by her persistence, he spoke without thinking. “Apparently I’m a warrior with a stubborn and mouthy female on his hands.”

  Rising smoothly to her feet, she looked at him admiringly. “We will prepare to mate now. We will soon see if you are a true warrior or something less.”

  Tilting his head, Nick looked up into her proud face. “Is this one of those situations where I have to fight off a bunch of other men intent on claiming you?” Rolling to his feet, he stretched his arms above his head. “I don’t want to start any trouble, but if that’s the way it has to be…” Trailing off, he let her fill in the blank.