Kerr: Paranormal Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Àlien Mates Book 1)

by Ashley L. Hunt

  She was so cool to the touch. I knew humans to be warm-blooded beings, but they weren’t nearly as warm as A’li-uud, and it was almost refreshing to touch her. Sometimes, in the night, when I’d realize I was touching her, she would shift in her sleep and cuddle herself against me. It was soothing and comforting, but it was also arousing, and I would spend the remainder of the night awake and alert.

  During one of those nights, I gave into my whims a bit. I looked over at her and admired the way she slept. Her back was to me, her dark, curly hair spilling out over the pillow, and she breathed slowly and deeply. I lifted my hand and gently brought my fingers to the blade of her shoulder. As I made contact, she mewed a bit in her sleep, and I gritted my teeth to keep down the desires roaring within me. Slowly, I trailed my fingers down her side, feeling each ridge of her ribs and each curve of her femininity. It felt as though my skin buzzed against hers.

  That was when I realized my mother had been right. I had feelings for this human.

  The next day, I studiously avoided both Tabitha and mother, occupying myself instead teaching Igno how to whittle vigibrach wood into pegs for building. I could tell, each time I passed on her, Tabitha was confused and a bit hurt by my behavior, but I didn’t want to address the matter. It frightened me that I cared for her. I didn’t know what was to come of her or what the consequences would be for either of us if we were to pursue something deeper, and I wasn’t prepared to be hurt.

  “Rex!”

  I looked up at the call and saw my father knee-deep in the grasses a short distance away.

  “You have to go! A Forum has been called!” He shouted at me.

  I got to my feet, handing Igno the piece of vigibrach and the small knife, calling back to father, “Thanks!”

  He nodded and turned around, presumably to resume doing whatever he had been doing when he’d received word of the Forum. I went into the house and found Tabitha sitting with mother at the table. Furs were scattered about between them, and both of them seemed deeply focused.

  “I have to go,” I announced, making them both look up. “There is a Forum.”

  Mother nodded, but Tabitha got to her feet. “Wait. I’ll walk you out.”

  We exited the house together, and she smiled brightly at Igno as he showed her the peg he was working on. When we got to the edge of the front path, she put a hand on my arm to stop me.

  “Is there something wrong?” She asked. Her eyes probed mine with obvious concern.

  “No,” I said. “Why do you ask?”

  She shrugged. “It feels like you don’t want to be around me.”

  I intended to reassure her while keeping as much distance—emotionally and physically—as possible, but I couldn’t fight the feelings taking over. I reached forward and cupped her cheek in my hand. She looked back at me with a contradictory mixture of hope and fear in her expression.

  “Tabitha,” I said quietly, “I always want to be around you.”

  Her eyes seemed to melt, and she smiled. I could see in her eyes my own feelings mirrored back at me, and I realized I probably wasn’t the only one feeling things I would never have expected.

  “I need to go,” I told her, just as quietly.

  She nodded against my hand. I kept it there for another second, and then I jumped on the winds to P’otes-tat Ulti.

  When I arrived, all of the other Elders were already present. I took my seat, and Vi’den took presence as usual. I tried to stay focused on where I was and why I was there, but I couldn’t keep my mind from continuously reverting back to Tabitha and the look she had in her eyes. I was wrenched from the thoughts, however, when I heard Vi’den speak.

  “It is time to revisit our action plan,” he said grandly, arms extended to the side. “The humans have been our captives for a full moon cycle. We have received a substantial amount of information from those who have been interrogated, and there is likely to be much more to come, but we can no longer forego addressing the other ships in Andromeda that continue to travel nearer to Albaterra.”

  I sat frozen in my chair. The information we’d gathered from the humans, in my opinion, had been negligible; according to all of them, they had known nothing of us prior to their crash on our planet, and most didn’t know the specific reason they’d been sent on their space mission in the first place. It occurred to me there may have been things learned I had not been told of, and, with a sickening swoop, I wondered if any of the other Elders had found out about Tabitha.

  “We have enough humans to get what we need,” the vicious cave Elder spat. “Blast the others.”

  “It is possible those on the other ships know things these humans do not,” Ma’ris chimed in. “We would be unwise to destroy them without first questioning them.”

  “Enough questions!” The cave Elder barked back.

  I could feel Duke’s eyes on me from my right, and I knew he was waiting for me to say something. The humans had, after all, crashed in my kingdom, and it was expected from me to have particularly strong feelings one way or the other about our course of action. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, though, for fear of blurting out something that would give Tabitha away.

  “We must come to a decision about the ships,” Vi’den said sagely. “The humans here are confined and pose no immediate threat to us. It is to the Council to measure the risk the ships pose.”

  “Blast’em!” The cave Elder shouted.

  “You are a foolish, narrow-sighted brute,” Ma’ris hissed to him. “Your thinking is the kind that decimates races and worlds.”

  “And your thinking is what will have us all in shackles, doing the humans’ bidding,” the cave Elder roared back.

  “Enough!”

  I didn’t mean to say it, and I certainly didn’t mean to yell it at the volume I did, but silence fell in the chamber at once as my command echoed throughout. All eyes turned to me, and I sat up a little straighter in my chair.

  “Bickering amongst ourselves solves nothing,” I said. “And, if I recall, the Paragon landed in my kingdom. It was my warriors who found and brought back the surviving humans. It is my tribesmen keeping them confined and performing the interrogations. If anyone should have an opinion on the matter, it should be me, not either one of you in your ignorance.”

  Both Elders looked highly affronted, but Vi’den looked at me with an expression of obvious pride and approval.

  “We would all greatly value your opinion on the matter, Rex,” he said.

  I didn’t speak right away. I was going over my words in my mind, making sure I would say nothing relevant to Tabitha. When I finally did speak, it was slowly and calculatingly.

  “The humans have, for the most part, shown no signs of aggression. Those we have seen have been symptoms of fear for their survival. I do not believe they were aware of Albaterra or the A’li-uud prior to their crash.”

  “That does not mean they weren’t sent by those who are aware,” Ma’ris cut in.

  “Or that knowing about us now isn’t dangerous,” the cave Elder added.

  Silence fell again as their assertions rang in my ears. I realized, with a dull pang, that they were both right. At the end of the day, I was a Tribe Elder, and I had a duty to my tribesmen and my race. If I was unwilling to uphold my promise of safety and protection to the A’li-uud, I might as well have been executed for treason.

  My chest suddenly felt hollow and achy as the truth sank into me. My feelings for Tabitha were a distraction from the real problem, the real danger. My feelings could be the catalyst for the decimation of the A’li-uud race and Albaterra altogether. At the very least, the safety of my family was in question the moment the Council found out about her.

  “Let us vote,” Vi’den said. I stared at the floor, feeling sick to my stomach, as he said, “Those in favor of recommending our plans to destroy all human ships in Andromeda?”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I saw hands lift into the air one by one. Duke, beside me, extended his upward as well. I swallo
wed hard. I had a choice to make, and, if I made the wrong one, it could literally mean life or death.

  With trembling fingers, I raised my hand.

  Chapter Eight

  Tabitha

  The Finding

  I stood outside for several long minutes after Rex departed, just reveling in the way his palm had felt against my cheek and the husky way he’d said he always wanted to be around me. I’d been trying to ignore the tumultuous emotions I’d been feeling toward him which had been progressively growing stronger since he’d first brought me to his parents’ house. However, the look in his eyes and the intimacy in his voice had finally made me come to terms with myself.

  I was falling in love with him.

  When we’d first met, he’d been very commanding and authoritative. That was natural, I suppose, given I was a strange being who had suddenly appeared in his world. I hadn’t known it at the time, but he was also a Tribe Elder, and that meant he had a responsibility to his tribe to keep them safe. He hadn’t known if I was a danger to them.

  As time had gone on, though, he’d changed. I’d seen him loosen up and become more naturally casual in his interactions with me. He had seemed genuinely interested in learning about me as a person, not just as a human, and he’d appeared to take great pleasure in showing me his life—or, at least, what I could learn about his life being confined to the house. We still slept together every night, and there had been more than one time that I’d woken up out of a deep sleep to find some part of him pressing against me. Once, I’d thought I’d felt him stroke my back, but I hadn’t been sure if it had just been a dream, and I’d never gathered up the courage to ask.

  I wasn’t just falling in love with Rex, though. I was falling in love with everything. His parents, once they got used to me and stopped thinking I was going to attack them at any moment, turned out to be utterly delightful. His mother reminded me very much of my grandmother in her ways of taking care of her home and family and her willingness to pass on the little gems of tradition. His father was disarmingly sweet behind his gruffness, and, though he attempted to be businesslike and emotionally distant from me, he had become very protective of me and my safety.

  Albaterra, or what I had seen of it, was a dream. I never tired of looking at the scenery around me. When Rex went for an afternoon hunt, I often sat in the tall, consuming grass and just stared at the sky around me. That was something I couldn’t get used to but delighted in. The Albaterran sky wasn’t above as it was on Earth; it was around, all-consuming. I felt as though I sat inside the sky like a little plastic snowman inside a snow globe. The turquoise and lavender heavens of the day, punctured by those incredible white stars, swallowed me whole and burrowed deep inside of me, while the cobalt sky of the eve pulled me into itself and wrapped around me like a blanket. The wheat-colored plains stretching for miles in every direction were inviting and threatening at the same time; I found the contradiction invigorating.

  I finally moved from my spot at the end of the walk when Igno ran up to me and placed a finished peg into my hand. I studied it carefully, rolling it between my fingers, and I was surprised to find it was crafted as perfectly as if Rex had done it himself.

  “This is wonderful, Igno!” I exclaimed, smiling at the little blue boy.

  “Yours,” he said with a nod.

  “Thank you,” I replied earnestly. I bent at the waist to plant a kiss of appreciation on his head, and he beamed.

  I took him inside and showed the peg to Beni, who raved over it just as I had. Igno bounced away, thrilled with himself, to make more pegs, but I sat down at the table again with Beni and picked up the fur I’d been working on sewing.

  “You seem to like it here,” Beni said after a long quiet.

  I looked up at her in surprise, accidentally pricking my finger with the bone needle. I stuck my finger in my mouth and lapped at the puncture with my tongue, but Beni shook her head and pulled my hand away from my lips by the wrist. She got to her feet and retrieved a little clay pot, which she brought back to the table and opened it. Inside there was a thick, grayish gunk. She took my finger and dabbed a very small amount of the gunk on the wound.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Boiled vigibrach bark and hicorn dung,” she replied. I looked down at my finger with mild disgust, but she seemed unfazed as she returned the pot to its shelf by the rustic fireplace. “It will heal by tomorrow.”

  As she sat back down, she trained her eyes on me again. “Are you happy here?”

  “Yes,” I answered honestly.

  “Do you wish to stay?” She probed.

  I thought about the question. I wasn’t sure if she was asking if I wanted to stay on Albaterra or if I wanted to stay at her house, but the answer was the same either way. “Yes, I would like to, but I don’t know what will happen.”

  “Rex will do what makes you happy,” she said. She hadn’t picked up her fur yet, and I could tell she wanted to have this conversation for a while.

  Biting my lip, I averted my eyes from hers and stared fixedly at the table. “How do you know?”

  “A mother knows.” I looked back up at her again, expecting her to have a telling smile on her face, but she looked matter-of-fact.

  “My staying may not be what’s best, though,” I said, finally voicing a fear which had been building inside of me all of this time. Hearing the words spoken aloud sent a shiver of worry through me.

  “Best for whom?” She asked intently.

  “For everyone,” I answered. “Him, me, all A’li-uud.”

  She leaned forward over the furs and peered at me with unexpected intensity as she said, “It is not up to me what is best for the A’li-uud, and I cannot tell you what is best for you. But I don’t think you need to fear that your staying is anything other than best for Rex.”

  I looked back at her, and something seemed to swell inside me so rapidly I thought I would burst. I felt both a strong desire to cry and a strong desire to laugh at the same time, but I settled to smile gratefully at her for her candor. She smiled in return and then sat back and picked up her fur.

  We worked in silence for a long time until the door opened again and Rex entered. His eyes found me immediately, and I melted into a puddle beneath his gaze. He was shirtless, as usual, and the white sunlight spilling into the doorframe around him gave him an angelic appearance. His lips turned upward in a boyish grin that sent my stomach into the series of flutters I so often felt around him, and I actually giggled. In my peripheral vision, I could see a small smile of amusement spread across Beni’s face.

  “You are done with the Forum?” She asked.

  “Yes,” he answered, stepping all the way into the room and closing the door behind him. In the absence of the white sun, the room was noticeably dimmer, but it had an air of mystique which only served to heighten my arousal for him. An image of my body beneath his on top of the rubberwood table flashed through my mind, and I felt my cheeks warm with a sudden blush.

  He crossed the room to where his mother and I sat, and, as he moved to join me on the bench, his hand casually brushed the nape of my neck. I quivered beneath his touch, noticing that my skin felt the warm imprint of his fingertips even after he had sat down and rested his arms on the table.

  “Has something happened?” Beni asked him. She didn’t sound overly concerned; rather, her tone was curious.

  “The Council has decided to resume action on the ships in Andromeda,” he said. I looked at him with questions in my eyes, but he only locked gazes with me for a second before looking away.

  Beni, however, seemed intent on knowing more, and she didn’t seem at all happy about what she’d just heard. “Why? There is no known threat.”

  I realized they were most likely referring to the other ships on the mission including the Paragon. I turned to him for his answer, as well as to ask more questions of my own. Before I could, though, he answered his mother in his clacking A’li-uud language. She spoke back to him with more clacks, and
I looked rapidly between them in desperate hopes to understand what they said. I wasn’t sure if they realized they had switched tongues or not, but it seemed unlikely to me they wouldn’t notice they had. Rex was intentionally making sure I didn’t know what he was saying.

  It hurt me to realize that.

  “Wait,” I interrupted. Both of them looked at me. “Speak in English.”

  “It’s nothing for you to worry about,” Rex said dismissively, still keeping his eyes off of me.

  I stared at him, trying to wrangle my mixed emotions. A part of me was hurt, but another part was furious he was keeping information about the fate of my human counterparts from me.

  “I didn’t say I was worried,” I said in a clipped tone. “I just want to know. I think I have the right.”

  Without a word, Rex got to his feet and walked toward the door. I looked to Beni for advice, but the expression on her face told me she was torn between loyalty to her son and her feelings on my right to know. I looked back at Rex.

  “What is going to happen to the ships?” I called to his back.

  He whipped around suddenly, and I thought I’d crossed a line and had infuriated him. His eyes were dark and angry, and his posture was defensive, as though he was about to engage in a deadly battle. I flinched at the mere sight of the expression on his handsome visage and opened my mouth to apologize for butting into Council business, but he spoke before I could.

  “Tabitha, go to the bedroom.”

  I blinked numbly; shocked he was actually sending me to my room as punishment for speaking out. When I didn’t move right away, he yelled, “Now!”

  “Go,” Beni said in a hushed tone, pushing gently on my arm. “Go.”

  I got to my feet in a harried rush, stumbling over the bench in my hurry to stand. Beni stood as well and reached for me to steady me. Then, with one last look at Rex, I strode to the stairs and ran up them two at a time.