Celestial Mates Complete Series Box Set (Books 1-5) (Alien SciFi Romance)

by C. J. Scarlett

  “Don’t get her killed. We have a plan.”

  “Betrayer. Would you stop me from even trying?” Korban jerked from the captain’s grasp.

  The man stood staring at him. They both heard the severed connection between the ships with little more than a clank and a soft hiss.

  “You are betrayed by your own blood, My Prince.”

  “A member of the imperial family?”

  “The Princess Shafra and her commander.”

  “I refuse to believe that Commander Tref would betray me, much less my own sister.”

  “I have the vid to prove it. They did so with good intentions but the commander should have led them in a different direction.”

  She’s right, my brother, it’s the only way. His spine stiffened, as a memory whispered through his mind. The captain was right. He remembered hearing his sister speak just before someone had stunned him. Scrubbing his hands over his face, Korban responded with frustration. “I care not about the whys at the moment. Give me information on our situation. Can we pursue them?”

  “Negative, My Lord. The ship is not operational, our defensive capabilities are non-existent and our weapons exhausted. The closest friendly is a good three hundred parsecs out. We’d be doing good to hold our own against simple space pirates at the moment.”

  “I suppose they headed for Shardon-protected space?”

  The older man’s expression hardened. “No, Your Grace. Their trajectory suggests Earth or a nearby planet.”

  Turning, Korban smashed his fist into the wall. “They go straight to Earth to procure more brides. Casualties?”

  “Few, if any. They used some type of wide-beam stun weapon. It was like nothing we’ve ever seen before. The pulse it emitted bounced off walls, catching us in the back as we fought.”

  “Getting shot in the back? I know the feeling well, Captain Tran.” Closing his eyes, Korban stretched his neck. All the pieces fell into place. “Naturally, they would not want to actually kill us. That would start a war between our worlds, whereas we have a history of allowing them to make reparations for their infrequent bouts of raiding.”

  “See to the men, repair what you can, and clean this damn ship up. I’m going to rip the ear of that damn Shardon ambassador. When I’m finished giving him a piece of my mind, his ears will bleed.”

  “I have never seen that happen by holo-vid.” The captain’s wry response would have been amusing if Korban hadn’t just suffered such a devastating blow.

  “I suppose I’ll even resort to groveling before the throne.”

  “Any man would to protect his bride, sir. I’m certain the emperor will send military support.”

  “He had better.”

  “Are you going to lodge a formal complaint with the Galactic Council?”

  “Possibly, I haven’t decided that part yet. We need to get up and running again. We are still on course for Earth. I should probably make arrangements for someone to meet with the mother of my beloved.”

  “With all the smoke and damage, I admit to totally forgetting about her.”

  “Tell everyone to keep their mouths shut about the abduction when she comes aboard. I wish to speak to her myself about the situation.”

  “I cannot imagine any male wishing for that kind of awkward conversation with a female. She’s sure to become tearful. I never know what to do when females cry. It makes me very uncomfortable.”

  “Me too.” Sighing, Korban clasped his longtime acquaintance on the shoulder. “We will get through this and get her back. They had better not touch a hair on her pretty little head.”

  “I can well understand that urge. It seems you were cheated out this battle.”

  “Once again I find myself forced to waste my time with a diplomatic parley when I’d much rather be fighting my enemies face to face.”

  “We did fight, sir. To our eternal shame, we lost this time.”

  “Understood.”

  “Your intended gave me a message for you. It is in your data stream, awaiting your review. I assumed you would want to see what transpired after you were stunned when you were somewhere that afforded some privacy.”

  “That bad?”

  “Not at all. If I were going to be betrayed, it is exactly what I would have wished for from my loved ones.”

  Sighing, the prince shook his head. “Contact me with regular updates, Captain Tran.”

  “Certainly, sir.”

  Korban sat reviewing the exchange between Captain Tran and his beloved Selene. They’d both been under the impression his men were being killed by the dozens. Fortunately, the Shardon were more prudent than to waste Krylon life that way. Still, it had been clear they were not stopping until they got what they came for.

  Seeing himself stunned by his own sister was shocking. Watching Selene stoop down and tenderly stroke his face got to him in a way few things ever had. After hearing Tref say, the Imperial Princess has spoken and I obey it became perfectly clear who was running the show. It appeared to be a joint maneuver initiated by Selene and backed up by Shafra. Selene had spoken emphatically. Stow it, captain. My body, my choice. I’m not worth every life on this vessel. Foolish women, leading the charge. Tref had been in a position to do very little, besides cover their backs.

  Hitting his com yet again, he discovered it was back on line. He hailed General Zan.

  The man’s sleepy image came up at once. He was in his quarters with his curvaceous mate’s covered body laid out behind him. Running a hand through his shoulder-length hair, the general spoke. “Is there a problem, My Prince? This is an odd hour for a com.”

  Your son and the princess have collaborated to allow Shardon raiders to steal away my future queen.”

  Suddenly, the woman sat up in bed. Her tousled black hair needed taming. “My son would never betray our clan or the imperial line.”

  The general sat staring at him, clearly thinking his mate had spoken true.

  “I believe the princess has forsworn the imperial house and mated already with the commander. I am told she shunned the company of all males from the time she came into her hormones, in favor of pursuing you son, and intends a permanent bond.”

  “Then she should break imperial ties, for they will have none of such. We would gladly accept her if what you say is true.”

  “It is. I am told the females prefer adventure over our persistent protection. When the Shardon raiders attached our vessel, my intended asked that we give her up because their numbers were overwhelming.”

  “My son’s one and only duty was to protect the princess. You had other males assigned to you and your intended.”

  “You speak the truth. It seems that my lovely sister decided to grab some holo-flage armor and shadow my intended for protection.”

  “There is no need to explain further. My son would have tried to dissuade her from poor choice. Failing that, he would have accompanied her for her own protection.”

  “I need you, Zan, along with all the forces you can rally to our cause. Both our houses are at risk.”

  “I will do all I can to see a swift resolution to this… disaster.”

  “I am pleased to see my sister going from my imperial house straight to the arms of your clan. This is yet another tie to bind your house to mine.”

  The older man quirked a smile. “If only our house were not linked to that of the emperor, I would find more joy in such a tie.”

  “My brother would call your words treason. I myself call them… amusing.”

  “As I knew you would, My Lord. I will make hourly reports.”

  “Thank you, General. I know that come what may, I can count on your support.”

  Siting back, Korban pondered his best course of action. He knew his best bet lay in getting the Galactic Council on board and pulling together a huge military presence. Those combined threats would intimidate the Shardon into returning his female.

  Her face jumped into his thoughts. She smiled, inviting him to come to her. Potent images of their l
ovemaking the night before haunted his every thought. Shed’ been open, eager for his touch and so very soft.

  Reaching into his uniform, he pulled out the soft loop of hair, caressing it against his chin. He needed her returned to him, but even more importantly, he needed her safe wherever she was in the verse.

  CHAPTER 2

  Staring over the Shardon’s shoulder at Korban, Selene watched as he roared his frustration. No matter how fast he moved, he’d not make it across the cavernous room in time to intervene. Everyone knew that, including the Shardon. Therefore, they ignored him completely as they continued on their way.

  She offered to go with them if they ceased all hostilities and left immediately. They’d immediately agreed to her demands. Now that it was happening, she began to second guess her strategy. What if she never managed to get away? She should have refused to allow Shafra and Tref to shadow her. If she got stuck, then they’d be stuck as well. Then again, she’d have a better chance with them along for backup. Round and round she went in her head until she had a huge migraine.

  When they entered the Shardon ship, she was taken aback by the stark contrast between it and the other ships she’d been on since leaving Earth. It was more like an older Earth vessel, in that it was kind of low tech. It fascinated her to watch the Shardon open and close doors with their hands. Their control panels had three-dimensional buttons instead of the smooth streamlined holographic displays on Korban’s ship. She wondered if actual gears and other moving parts were safely hidden behind the consoles. The mischievous rebel inside her wanted to pop open a wall and have a look.

  The somber alien led her into a small room, fitted with an office in one corner, a small seating area in another, and a conference table taking up the other half of the room. Gesturing her over to a seating area, the male spoke as a couple of others brought them refreshments. It felt like they were totally unaware that they’d just waged a horrific little battle to acquire her.

  “My name is Shar Jalon of the Shardon Contingent. You are to be commended for joining the Contingent freely of your own accord. You save much bloodshed today.”

  “I haven’t joined your Contingent. I only agreed to come with you to keep you from attacking my people. That hardly makes me willing.”

  “Then you have already chosen a mate?”

  “The Imperial Prince Korban has extended an offer of mating and I have accepted. We consummated our union last night.” Now Selene knew that was only partially true, as there had been lots of great sex but no formal announcement. Under the circumstance, she thought it best that they believed her decision had been made.

  “That is unfortunate.”

  “If there is any other matter I can assist you with, please know I would be more than happy to cooperate.”

  The Shardon male’s expression was totally blank, but the bottom of his earlobes turned a deeper blue color than the rest of his skin. Did that mean he was angry, embarrassed, or anxious? She didn’t have a clue.

  She couldn’t help being a little curious about him. She wondered what his weaknesses were rather than the typical curiosity associated with meeting a new species. He had little rolled ridges of smoke-blue skin that ran horizontally from one side of his head to the other. At irregular intervals, the ridges were pinched tight with little silver metal bands. His large almond-shaped solid black eyes were closed, indicating he was deep in thought.

  Not knowing what else to say, she tried for a compliment. “Your cranial pattern is nicely done. I noticed you all have different patterns. Yours is particularly nice.”

  His eyes popped open. “Thank you, earthling. I had them done yesterday in preparation of doing battle for you.”

  “Sorry you went through so much trouble to acquire me. The timing was just bad. If I hadn’t met Korban first, I’d have given you a shot. You really shouldn’t fight over women though. It’s not ethical and makes us feel bad.”

  Shar Jalon blinked at her once and then again before answering. “Under normal circumstances, I might agree with you. However, our situation is even more desperate than that of the Krylons. We haven’t bred totally unique embryos for over fifty years and rely upon cloning to continue our race. We face a collapse of the fragile chromosome that defines us as Shardon.”

  “I’m sorry to hear of your difficulties. If I could help, I would.”

  “We hoped you might consider one of our males, but in truth, we were more interested in getting a look at your physiology to see if you might be compatible with our people. I won’t lie, the tests are invasive, but they won’t harm you or cause you discomfort.”

  “Why didn’t you just com me and ask?”

  “We are shunned by the Krylon. They think that because we rely heavily upon cloning technology, we’re not really people. I can assure you that we mix the genetic material carefully to ensure each clone is a totally unique being.”

  “You think he would have forbade it?”

  “He was appointed your guardian, though we objected vehemently against it.”

  “Why would you care if he was my guardian?”

  “He contracted with the Candorian who took you.”

  “He told me that he turned the man into the Galactic Union and had me rescued.”

  “Both are true.”

  Her lips pressed into a firm line. “I see; he was intent on having me by hook or by crook.”

  Shar Jalon bowed his head.

  “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do. You can test me all you want. You are welcome to take any samples that suit your needs, but I forbid you to remove any eggs or mess with my reproductive system. Would that be an appropriate compromise?”

  “You are generous beyond even our wildest hopes.”

  “I want to make it very clear to you that I really don’t appreciate how you handled this situation. A lot of good men got hurt on both sides. I feel that it was totally unnecessary.”

  “You have our apologies. We never dared hope you would be sympathetic to our plight. Most females from other species avoid us. It bothers us little, since they aren’t biologically compatible with us. Honestly, we never thought to win the battle, as the Krylon far outmatch us technologically.”

  “I don’t know anything about how that happened, but it makes me mad. When you behave that way, it makes us feel like we’re objects to be inspected, valued, and carried off, rather than people. It’s disrespectful and I worry about trusting you after what you did.”

  “You have my word that no harm will come to you and we will not overstep the bounds you have laid down for us.”

  Looking the man in the face, Selene knew in her heart of hearts he was lying to her. Still, all she could do was play for time.

  “Would you like to eat, refresh yourself, and rest before meeting with our medical personnel?”

  “Yes. Thank you. Your consideration is much appreciated.”

  Nodding, Shar Jalon stood and escorted her to a spacious suite of rooms. As soon as the door slid shut, she went into the restroom. Sitting quietly, she waited for about a half an hour for Tref to work his magic on securing the room. Sure enough, they both materialized and they got to work coming up with a game plan. They needed to gather intel and figure out some way to contact Korban. Then they needed to contact the Candorian vessel carrying her mother.

  CHAPTER 3

  Shar Jalon went straight from the guest suite to the medical center. Two nearly identical males stepped from the shadows, one coming up on each side of him.

  Entering the center, they tracked to the right and straight into the cloning incubation hub. Even now, the lead physician brewed more clones, in anticipation of the heavy causalities they took in battle today. Most were nearly complete. They were even more homologized than the last round had been. Tearing his eyes from the bubbling tanks of upright clones, he turned to his physician.

  Lar Jalon greeted him with wide eyes.

  “You successfully procured a human female, I hear.”

  “I did, brother. Sh
e is young and I believe, quite fertile.”

  “You are a credit to our race, Shar Jalon. I did not think it would be possible to tear her from the clutches of a Krylon battle cruiser.”

  The man to Shar Jalon’s right spoke. “It is a magnificent victory for our batch. Shar Jalon was correct that our overwhelming numbers and newest weapon tilted the battle in our favor.”

  The physician turned to Shar Jalon. “Congratulations.”

  “That is not the best news.”

  “Better news than this, I cannot imagine.”

  “I explained our situation honestly to her. The human is sympathetic to our plight. She agrees to any testing you wish to perform no matter how invasive. Her compassion leads her to dare what she normally would not.”

  The physician’s eyes got big. “I will do my very best to maintain the good relations you have established.”

  “She has asked that we take samples of whatever we need but that we leave her reproductive organs untouched. I believe she intends to make offspring with Prince Korban in short order. They are newly mated.”

  Though Lar Jalon stared at his batch match mate, he dared not ask the question haunting them all.

  Shar Jalon spoke firmly. “While you have her anesthetized to extract tissue and bone samples, you will carefully harvest all her eggs from this cycle. Our intelligence indicates they ovulate every solar cycle. I do not know where she is in this process, but if we are fortunate enough to harvest twice before she leaves us, I wish it. You will do this in a way that leaves no trace, does not cause discomfort, and leaves her reproductive organs functioning properly.”

  “You wish me to violate the one boundary she established?”

  “You know better than most how desperately we need this material. I am not callous, blind to the wrong we are doing, or even certain this is the correct course of action. All I know is our future is uncertain. We have one female here on this ship who might provide us with enough to novel genetic material to survive another generation. Though we are in route to her home world, there is no guarantee we can make contact, establish diplomatic relations, or that we will be given females. The humans may have a strong prejudice against our kind as well. We must grasp every opportunity that presents itself. You know as well as I that time is against us. Soon her body’s natural function will simply cleanse away the material we so desperately need. I will not permit this kind of waste on my watch.”