Alien Warrior's Wife: Sci-fi Alien Military Romance (Brion Brides Book 2)
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“Hmm,” the commander agreed. “Sounds about right. So why does it seem you’re trying very hard to get out of that bond by working yourself to death in training?”
It felt so odd to be scorned for training too hard by a Brion general that Narath couldn’t help but smile, making Diego grin too.
“I get it,” the general said. “I do. But I have to tell you, Narath, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Maybe we’ll meet someone one day who is better than us, but that is not certain. What is certain for now is that although you clearly do not believe me, I don’t hold back much when dueling you.”
Narath grinned. That was a praise one didn’t receive every day, even if it was in the form of reprimand.
“You still win,” he pointed out.
“Of course I win,” Diego Grothan said. “But you at least make it hard for me.”
The same topic went… not badly with Urenya. He couldn’t say that. Everything was just so much more important with her.
She was so focused on her work she actually didn’t hear him enter. That earned him a moment of unguarded admiring, just looking at the way she smoothly moved between her work stations doing a thousand things at once as usual.
Then she looked up and there was the smile, lighting up the entire room. She dashed over to kiss him, pressing herself against him as she always did. He knew she loved the feeling of being in his arms. Selfishly, he thought it couldn’t possibly compare to how much he loved having her there.
“How did it go?” she teased, giving him a kiss and then slipping away as she still did when she wanted to drive him insane.
“I won, of course,” Narath responded without blinking an eye. “The Triumphant is ours now.”
Urenya laughed. Not at him, but at the ludicrous thought the huge battle ship could ever sail under someone else’s command while Diego still had the strength to lift his spear.
“He tells me you train too hard,” she said then.
“I can’t believe those words ever left his mouth,” Narath said seriously. “And why does he tell you everything?”
“I am a healer,” Urenya said, sending him a glare. “Everyone tells me everything.”
That was true as well. He couldn’t even begin to guess how many secrets, and confessions, and pleas for help Urenya heard in a day. Healers were guides through the Brion way. Whenever someone doubted something, they went to them. And on the Triumphant, that meant Urenya.
“Seriously,” Urenya pressed on. “When our Commander thinks you take your training too seriously, maybe it’s time to face the fact that you’re doing okay already.”
Okay isn’t good enough. I need to be prepared for everything.
“You learn new things all the time,” he argued. “Why shouldn’t I try to better myself?”
“I can’t over-exert myself by learning,” Urenya said, smiling. “Or, well, I can, but I don’t. Because I know when to stop and get rest. Why don’t you? Diego can’t watch you all the time.” The last one was a joke, but he heard the tinge of worry in her voice.
“What’s wrong?”
He didn’t answer at once. This was one of the moments when silence conveyed nothing.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he said at last, slowly. The look on Urenya’s face was indescribable. “Even more so, I don’t want you to have to live through losing me. I have to return to you, always.”
She was in his arms before he could react, her head resting on his chest. He held her tightly against him, holding on to the moment that was just then and there, with Urenya safely in his embrace where she belonged.
She didn’t respond at once, just looked at him with eyes that told him all he needed to know.
“I love you for that,” she said then. “But I already know you will.”
“You can’t know that,” Narath said, although it felt wrong to doubt her certainty.
Urenya just smiled, back to her bright, teasing self.
“Oh, but I do. Diego would never put you in deliberate danger. So when he says you’re fine, you’re fine.”
He chuckled back at her.
“You mean the man I just beat in a duel? What does he know?”
Urenya kissed him.
“The day you beat him I will stop worrying about you,” she promised.
They joked about that improbable possibility for a while, the matter of the training resolved without them needing to point it out. Narath resumed his regular schedule – and never stopped returning to her.
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ALIEN GENERAL’S BRIDE EXCERPT
“Wait,” she said, slowly, as if speaking to a child. His anger flared again, but he restrained himself.
“Let me speak,” Isolde said. “Then decide what you will do.”
“Very well,” he replied, crossing his arms across his chest and waiting. Better to let her speak, so they could properly enjoy their binding. He had waited this long, he could wait a little bit longer.
Isolde relaxed a bit and drew a breath. “Alright. First of all, I understand what a gesha is. I read up on it. And I even believe that you think that’s me, although it has never happened before. But you have to understand that I am a Terran and we do not do things that way.”
Reasonable, but pointless. The binding was never wrong. Adapting to this life would simply be a bit more difficult for her than for Brion women.
“We do not pick people off the street and say to them that we’re meant to be together forever,” Isolde continued. When she didn’t follow that up with anything, Diego realized she expected him to react.
“I understand. But a gerion and his gesha are.”
There was something hopeless in Isolde’s eyes as she sighed. “I know that you believe that. But it doesn’t work like that with me. I mean, you are very, very handsome and all…”
Battle hormones took a back seat to lust. Diego bared his teeth in a victorious snarl and stepped forward, only for Isolde to back away even further.
“No! Not an invitation! I’m still talking. Wait!”
He growled under his breath, but backed away. He could at least give her this.
“But…” Isolde continued, “you believe in what your culture teaches you and I believe in mine. We believe that you have to know a person before you bind yourself to them.”
“That sounds very time-consuming. Your species has yet to evolve.”
Isolde glared, which he found oddly arousing. Her eyes were bright, and she was clearly upset, her body tense. She was ready for the fight, yet she did not give in. Feeling himself stir, Diego labored to wait. All of it would be his anyway. Those soft lips and the round breasts and the body that just begged to be held, it would be his. Was his. He could wait to take it right.
“We just want to, um…” Isolde trailed off. “I don’t know the word for it in your language. Humans want to know we have the right one, the one we could really talk to, the one who could make us happy.”
“I do know that.”
“Not just from a gut feeling! From getting to know a person. From talking to them, laughing with them, knowing each other for more than a day!”
“You will get to know me. And I will get to know you.”
Isolde growled now, and Diego felt his arousal so vividly it was almost painful. His cock strained in his uniform pants, begging to be freed and thrust in her. Oh, she was a fighter after all. Just a more clever one.
”That is not what I meant,” his gesha said and sighed then. “Alright. Try th
is, then. I know the Brions are noble and proud. What would you do if there came another species, stronger than you and made you their slaves? Would you bow down to them?”
Diego snarled, “Of course not. That would be unthinkable.”
“Unthinkable, yes,” Isolde agreed, “because you think it’s dishonorable. But it’s dishonorable for me to accept you. It goes against what I believe. Humans choose their own mates. In their time, on their own terms. Because they really, really want to be with that one person. That is honorable for us. Getting to choose.”
Diego considered it. From an evolutionary standpoint, it was completely ridiculous. However, some of what she said made sense in its odd way.
“I see some nobility in that,” he allowed and saw her features relax a fraction. “But it does not change this. I am not human. This is right for me.”
“What about what’s right for me?” Isolde shot back.
“It is right for you too. You just don’t know it yet.”
This seemed to be going nowhere. Enough waiting. She could continue her fighting with her fists, and he would let her do that for a little while. Then they could consummate his binding and he would finally be whole.
“Wait, no,” Isolde cried when he seized her waist and pressed his lips to hers. As was to be expected, her hands beat at his chest, but it turned him on more than did any damage. Her lips didn’t seem entirely sure they wanted to say no, yielding to his hunger.
She tasted divine, like a nectar made for him alone, to be tasted by him alone. The need to have her became nigh unbearable, and he pulled back to undress her, giving Isolde time to shoot words like rapid fire at him, “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.”
He drew back in surprise. Had he been too rash in his desire? Had he underestimated his strength or human bodies? If he had somehow broken her, he would never forgive himself.
Isolde didn’t seem to be hurt, however. She was panting, staring up at him with an expression he couldn’t completely understand.
“Alright,” she whispered. “You want me to fight. As you can see, your greatest enemy in this is me.”
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Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
ALIEN GENERAL’S BRIDE EXCERPT
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