Dekario (Dragons Of Kelon) (A Sci Fi Alien Weredragon Romance)

by Maia Starr

  “Back off, Targeg,” Brenem said, now bristling with energy as he hoisted himself away from the wall, approaching my friend with his wings furled back. He turned his attention back to me and raised a brow as he said, “What if somebody wanted her?”

  “There were plenty of women,” I argued. “More than enough, in fact.”

  “Well, I wanted that one,” he lied.

  I remained still; looking over to Ikar for some kind of direction. He opened his mouth to speak but seemed to think better of it, biting his lip instead and waiting for his friend to carry out rough justice.

  I stood from my seat, my wings spreading ever so slightly the closer Brenem got to me. “Then I guess you can’t have her,” I said defiantly.

  “Or what?” he shoved against me, causing the shuttle to rock ever so slightly.

  “Alright, you bottom feeder. I don’t know how the hell you expected this to play out, and I don’t really care. I am the last ‘Were you want to threaten.”

  “Relax,” Targeg said; his tone uneasy.

  “Hey, what’s the deal?” Ariella said, now standing beside me. Her blue eyes beamed at me with what seemed like annoyance. She then looked to Brenem with the same fire I thought she had reserved for talking with me. “Can you back off? I just got here. Can you give me at least five minutes to talk to my mate?”

  It was as if her voice had triggered something in Brenem. The human in him was gone. Everyone could see. His eyes had glazed over with rage, and there was something instinctively animalistic about him then. He lunged toward me as a taunt. I wasn't scared of him on a normal day. Annoyed, yes. But never afraid. I didn't doubt I could fight him, but something about the look in his eye made me flinch back.

  I instantly wish I hadn't done it as a large smile crept across his mouth. I thought he would come at me, but he quickly focused his attention to Ariella.

  Brenem grabbed Ariella by the neck and held her up against the wall, smashing her back against the window over and over again as she shrieked against his grasp.

  “Don’t touch her,” I yelled possessively and ran toward him, digging my nails into his arms, eliciting a loud roar from the depths of his throat. I hadn’t felt a rage like that in years. I felt a burning sensation climbing its way up through my veins as he dropped the girl to the floor and turned around to face me.

  Brenem quickly adopted a fighter’s stance and donned a cocky smirk. I'd known him long enough to know he believed in guaranteed victory if he could press the early offensive. He ran at me and let out a ferocious roar before landing a heavy punch on my left eye.

  I scowled at him and wiped my mouth; his wings began to sprout larger, and his scales were lighting up and cascading all over his body. I could feel the intensity of the room light up as we all realized he was about to transform. His jaw adjusted for his sharp teeth and his tail began to grow. Then I realized that if he took on dragon form, he would literally tear the ship apart.

  He charged at me and dug his teeth well into my shoulder, and I groaned in pain, ripping him off of me with full force. I could see the blood dripping off his teeth and trailing onto the floor as I charged him backward; undeterred by his superior speed, strength, and stature.

  The red dragon was clearly showing off, striking for the tip my nose with every slash of his claws, and simply smirking at my attempts to block it. Finally, on the sixth try, I managed to lash out and grab his claw, twisting it back with all the force I had in human form. "Not so tough without those claws, are you?"

  Brenem's wings grew so large they began to push against the roof of the shuttle; the human women were now screaming and the Weredragons shouting for us to relax. I reached out and kicked at the red dragon, sending him careening into the wall before falling to the floor in a fury of coughs. I pinned him down and dug my claws deeper into his wrists; blood pooling under his arms. I could see his body taking human shifter form once more as he saw the fury in me. I opened my mouth wide and could feel the fire in my throat ready to flood him with flames.

  Suddenly I could feel myself growing as our fight escalated. I looked to Targeg and then to Ariella, suddenly worried both of us would get so lost in our battle that we would send the ship careening to its end.

  Targeg ripped me off of the red dragon with unusual force, his nails clawing into me as he pulled me to my feet in one swift movement. “Are we done here?!” he shouted, looking around at the array of colored scales and half transformed dragons. With an exasperated roll of his eyes, the dragons one by one began to disperse back into the ship.

  Brenem stood before me still, his wings receding back into a size better fit for a human.

  To my surprise, he looked to Ariella and grabbed her hand to help her up. She nodded her thanks, and he leaned in closer, putting his hand on her small shoulder as he asked, “Are you alright?”

  The sentiment was so clear and common, but I hadn’t even thought to ask.

  She looked shaken, but eagerly took his hand as though he meant safety to her. This bothered me, though I couldn’t figure out why.

  Chapter Five

  Ariella

  There was an uneasy silence that followed the fight I had just witnessed. Everyone seemed to disappear so quickly afterward, I felt like I didn’t even have time enough to decipher what had just happened.

  One moment the dragons were on the brink of war with one another, and the next I was on the floor, and the madness had stopped.

  “Are you alright?” the Weredragon asked me. He set his hands on my shoulders and searched my eyes kindly.

  “I’m fine,” I replied quietly. I could tell my body was in shock because as much as I tried to search my body for signs that I had just been bruised, I felt nothing. “I’m sorry I caused that,” I repeated to the dragon I’d heard called Targeg in an uncharacteristically small voice.

  “You didn’t cause anything,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

  There was a regal look to him that I found comforting. Something about him felt royal or inherently protective, and at that moment, I took complete solace in it.

  “Brenem’s wild. Give him a reason to fight, and he’ll run with it. Come to think of it, give him no reason to fight, and he’ll run with that, too.” He gave pause and looked at me once more before letting out a tired breath. “I feel bad for his mate, that’s for certain.”

  I looked over at Harper attending quickly to her new mate and looking at me as though I were public enemy number one. She and I had been friends during our training at the spaceport. Now I was on the other side of her new life. The way she looked at me told me from that moment on, everything was going to be different.

  My mate finally approached me and took me out of Targeg’s hands, though he didn’t seem like he quite knew what to do with me.

  “Are you alright?” he asked uncomfortably as he looked me over.

  I opened my mouth to respond, but my voice became lost as I looked at his shoulder. My eyes traced his wound and watched him shifting his shoulder back with difficulty. I reached out for his wound, but he flinched back instinctively. I frowned and looked up at him with annoyance as I said, “You need to get to the med station.”

  He looked to Targeg and then to me, breathing loudly through his nose as though relenting unwillingly to my request.

  “She should get checked out, too,” Targeg suggested.

  Caridan seemed to consider this, and without another word, he escorted me to the med bay of the ship. He rushed me down the narrow hallways and didn’t say another word.

  Targeg followed slowly behind, along with Ikar. The halls were stark white; a bright contrast to the dark space and endless stars visible from outside the vast windows. In fact, the white walls made it feel earlier in the day than it actually was.

  I was told that it would take over nine weeks to arrive at Udora. At some point, we were warned, we would be put into cryo so that our bodies wouldn’t be affected by the speed we would take on. Udora wasn’t exactly close in relation to Earth.
All of the women had been put under intense physical training to be able to navigate space without too much interruption.

  This was fine by me, as I enjoyed the view from space and didn’t mind the cold too much either.

  We arrived at the Med Bay, and I wasn’t at all surprised to see we were the only ones there. The red dragon hadn’t exactly seemed humble enough to let someone else, let alone a human doctor, assist with his wounds.

  Caridan approached the bed and blood trickled down in spots on the white paper sheets beneath him. The doctor’s name was Patricia Knowles. She was in her late 50’s. It was a formality to have her on the assembly line for the choosing, really, as no one suspected that she would become a mate. She was quickly taken to work in the Med-Bay as soon as we boarded the ship.

  Patricia immediately turned her attention to Caridan, inspecting his wounds closely and sounding audibly concerned with her sighs and ‘Oh Dear’s’ as she took a prod to his skin.

  A nurse brought me to the station close to where he was and searched my body with a portable scanner to ensure I had no broken bones or a concussion. As it turned out, despite the unearthly headache I was experiencing, I was fine.

  Patricia looked back at the nurse who was with me to ensure my scan came out all clear. Once she was given a thumbs up, Patricia then devoted her undivided attention back to Caridan.

  I watched as she peeled back the scales flaking off the alien’s shoulder and didn’t even flinch. She spoke to Caridan and then to Targeg, but I remained out of the loop as to the severity of my mate’s injuries.

  The term still felt so strange. ‘My mate.' Even in my mind, the concept seemed foreign. I looked over at him through my curls and watched as they cleaned the bite and stitched him back up.

  All medical professionals trained at Riddell were shown how to deal with Weredragon skin. Their make-up was different than ours. Their skin was so thick it took specially formulated stitches to keep it closed.

  Targeg made polite conversation with me as we watched. I thought he was sweet and handsome and suddenly wondered why I had to be stuck with the anti-social sociopath, instead.

  The way Caridan looked at me made me uneasy. I’d heard Weredragons were amazing mates: passionate and just jealous enough to make you feel protected. Were’s mated for life and showed fierce possession of you. I had experienced just the opposite, I thought. When Caridan’s eyes searched mine, it was as though he was unsure what to do with me.

  One of the nurses came up to me and asked if I was his mate. I reluctantly stood and admitted that she had found the right woman. “That’s me,” I said.

  “Take him back to your room and give him these every three hours.”

  With that, the pretty redhead handed me a round disc of yellow pills and sent me on my way. I had no idea where his room was.

  I reluctantly stood and followed her the short distance to Caridan. He and Targeg had all but huddled in the corner of the Med Bay, and I stood in the curtained off section near them, unsure if I should approach.

  I spun the disc of pills in my hand and awkwardly made my way to the pair.

  The Med Bay was set up beautifully, with an abundance of supplies and beds to accommodate whatever troubles may happen aboard. The small rooms were separated by pull-apart curtains. I made my way through the makeshift rooms and stopped in a narrow, curtain-lined hallway as I heard my mate now talking candidly with an incredulous Targeg.

  I shifted behind the drapes to make myself scarce so the pair couldn’t hear me and shamelessly listened in.

  “Can I have a minute of your time to ask you what the hell you think you’re doing?” Targeg said almost comically through gritted teeth.

  “Trying to avoid a ship being torn apart by an enraged sociopath, I thought,” Caridan said with a huff, pushing away from his friend.

  “Yeah, that wasn’t really what I was referring to. You think I care if you want to kick Brenem’s ass? What I care about is what you think you’re doing with that poor girl.”

  “That poor girl?” my mate sneered. “She didn’t even want to be chosen!”

  I didn’t know it was possible to whisper aggressively, but somehow Caridan had it mastered.

  “Good,” Targeg responded, his eyes widening as he approached with an almost comical, incredulous stare. “Because she wasn’t! You can’t choose, in case you’ve forgotten.”

  My stomach flipped for just a moment, and I backed away from the curtain, now especially careful not to make too much noise. What was that supposed to mean? He wasn’t able to choose?

  Caridan crossed his arms and finally sat back down; his eyes slowly following Targeg as the alien paced back and forth. He clenched his jaw a moment before saying, “Ikar is our Koth, and he gave no reprimand.”

  “Yeah, he isn’t letting it happen because he likes you, Caridan. He’s letting it happen because he wants to have you killed in the most judicial way possible. He doesn’t even have to get his hands dirty.”

  “He said it's fine so long as I don’t mate with her.”

  “And you can do that?” Targeg frowned at and rubbed his hands against the yellow scales that had flared up from the fight.

  Caridan shrugged, and I felt another pang of hot, white tension rise up in my stomach. Apparently, I was stuck in limbo with a dragon who may or may not even have been my mate.

  His friend scratched his chin and continued to fidget restlessly as though he weren’t sure what to do with his own skin before looking back. He shrugged helplessly and stared off for a moment before repeating with a scoff, “So she didn’t want to be chosen, huh?”

  “Apparently not.” Caridan shrugged. “Earth women.”

  Targeg let out a small chuckle and stiffened as I finally approached the pair.

  “I don’t mean to interrupt,” I said quietly. I shrugged then looked to Targeg and smiled sheepishly. “Well, I guess I do. But, the nurse said I am supposed to take Caridan to his room for the night. She said I am supposed to watch over you, you know, just for tonight.”

  To my surprise, Caridan gave a devilish grin to his friend and stood, landing his oversized hand on the small of my back to guide me. I nodded my goodbye to Targeg and awkwardly followed the purple dragon’s lead.

  We walked the length of the ship and took an elevator down to the third deck below. Caridan unlocked his room with a tap card and clutched his bandaged shoulder as he pushed the door open. I followed him into the small suite and took a quick look around. There was a small restroom, two dressers, and one oversized bed, which he quickly lay down on.

  I pulled a chair up beside him and watched as he carefully adjusted his wings beneath his back.

  “Eventful day, huh?” he finally said.

  I looked down at his beautiful tan skin and purple scutes and the way his sharp jawline sunk into his face. It gave me a better understanding of what he must have looked like in full form.

  “Uh-huh,” I said absentmindedly. “That a usual thing between you two?”

  “Let’s say it’s not the first time we’ve drawn blood.”

  “How very neighborly,” I joked. “I didn’t mean to egg him on. I’m sorry.”

  “Well…” he trailed off into nothing.

  He wasn’t very good at this, I thought. Targeg was right by my side asking if I was alright. Caridan, it seemed, couldn’t be bothered. He didn’t even seem to accept my apology. Yet, something suddenly made me curious about the man.

  Knowing he couldn’t have me the way he wanted made me want to know more about him. Why couldn’t he participate in the choosing? What was it about me that made him break the rules? Although I didn’t know the answers to any of these questions, the possibilities of the answers made me feel somehow special to him – even though he hadn’t expressed the least bit of interest in me.

  Typical woman, my sister would say. When I found out he couldn’t have me, that’s the moment I started to want him.

  I stood from my chair and turned off all the lights in the ro
om, save for a blue glow stone by the side of the bed. I decided that little rock would serve as our nightlight for the moment. It radiated a beautiful glow that made the room feel softer somehow.

  I climbed across the mattress and lay down next to him, a sudden overwhelming magic now occupying the small space between us.

  “So,” I began, racking my brain for a way to broach the subject. “You chose me.”

  “I think that much is clear,” he said, not making eye contact.

  “But you weren’t supposed to?” The words spilled forth from my mouth without any tact or grace. I groaned inwardly. I really wasn’t charming, ugh.

  His eyes shot open then, and he turned his head to regard me with a sly smirk. His eyes flicked back and forth from mine in quick succession as though he were deciding whether or not he should lie to me.

  “I’m not supposed to mate with you,” he said plainly.

  I felt my stomach fall again as his words came out. Something in his tone unsettled me to no end. ‘Then why choose me?’ I wanted to ask in anger. Remembering the fight I had just witnessed between Caridan and the red dragon, I instead asked sweetly, “How come?”

  I wasn’t sure whether to be offended, thinking that the Were’s didn’t think I was good enough to carry on their race, or if there was an even worse explanation forthcoming.

  “It’s a punishment,” he raised his brows, clearly unenthused at the need for explanation. “Perhaps you’ve heard of it?”

  “Never been punished a day in my life,” I quipped with a tired grin. Then the room went deathly silent again. I wondered what would become of us once we reached Udora. Would he have to give me up? I shook my mind of the thoughts and said, “Quick, tell me three things about yourself.”

  Caridan stayed still and didn’t acknowledge that I had even spoken. Determined to get his attention, I offered playfully, “I’m 22. Now you go.”

  His brows drew together, and he looked at me with an almost bored disbelief. Finally, he sighed his relent. “I’ve been around for four centuries.”