by Maia Starr
"I am very nervous parting from you. I do not know any of the Corillion here. What if I never see you again? What if the unrest at the fortress is greater than you think and you are hurt, or killed? What if the High Council Corillion try to mate with me?” she asked.
"That will not happen. Anyone would be stupid to try such a thing after you have caused a great revolution. No one will want to touch you,” I said to her playfully.
"That is not what happened!” she said to me.
"I know. But you must stay here. I cannot take you with me when I know that there is unrest at the fortress that I have to settle. You will be in too much danger there. It won't take long. I promise. I promise to return. I have not broken a promise to you, have I?”
"No, I suppose not,” she said to me as she gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Vera Seeduon, I am Samantha Ford,” a human female said and she came up to me.
Vera's eyes lit up. She had not seen another human since she left Earth.
"A human!” Vera said.
Samantha smiled and said, “Yes, I am the wife of Utren. He has asked me to take care of you while you are here. Your room will be next to mine. Come, let me show you where you can lay her on her bed," she said as she led us down the hallway toward the living quarters.
"Another human. I am so excited to speak with her,” Vera whispered in my ear.
"And I am glad that you are being left in good hands. Someone that knows about offspring, and someone that makes you happy to speak with,” I said to her.
"Oh, Truo, I am so happy. Please hurry and return for me. As much as I will enjoy the company of Samantha, I will miss you. I will be worried."
"I will return as fast as I can,” I said as I entered her room and laid her on her bed. I gave her a long, deep kiss and said, “I will leave you now to rest. I am off to make preparations, but I will come to see you before I leave.”
"She is in good hands,” Samantha said to me.
"Thank you,” I said to her before I walked out and closed the door behind me. There was much to be done. There was much to plan. I had an entire fortress an asteroid to take under my leadership and make it a safe place for my wife and child. I would not let them down.
Chapter 13
VERA RODANTHEE
I could not believe that I had agreed to marry a Corillion warrior. It was the last thing that I thought I would ever willingly do after what had happened to me so far. But Truo and I had been through much together, and now we were bringing a child into this world together; marrying him was the right thing to do. It was what I wanted to do.
Now, I had the companionship of another human, Samantha, and I was so excited to be able to speak with her. I had many questions for her about the Corillion and how she lived. Her story was much lighter than mine. She had met Utren on purpose and fell in love with him. Her story was not like mine. She was very happy.
"Any news?” I asked her as she came into my room to rub healing lotions on my leg that was getting better and better every day. I was even walking on it now, but it was still sore.
"No, there is no news from Seeduon. But I am sure that Truo will return soon. There is no bad news from Seeduon, or my husband would've said something. It seems to be a smooth transition of power. I am sure that Truo is just busy getting the leadership under control. He will return any day,” she said to me.
"Is it possible to send a message?” I said, knowing that the message system worked because we had sent a message while we were on the ship.
"No, I asked my husband and he said that the communication towers of the fortress had been destroyed in the upheaval. So no messages can be sent from the fortress, or sent to them,” she said quietly.
I sat there in disappointment. I really wanted to send him a message, and for him to send me one in return just so that I knew that he was all right. It was killing me not knowing what was going on. We had been through too much together. Then I had an idea.
"What about to a ship? We can send a message from here to a ship that is parked at the fortress, can we not? The ship communications should be working,” I said happily.
"I had not thought of that. You are sharp! You will make a great wife at a leader’s side. He can learn from you. I am sure that the message can be done. Would you like me to ask my husband?” she said, closing the healing lotion jar.
"Yes! Will you please?” I said to her.
"I will ask him at evening meal,” she said.
"Actually, could you ask him now? I'm so sorry to ask, but I am very anxious and worried,” I said to her nervously.
"I understand. I will go find him now. But in the meantime, you can start recording a message now if you want to. We can save it and then once I know that it can be sent, I will give it to my husband.”
"Oh yes! That would be great,” I said to her.
Then she walked me over to a panel and showed me how to record. Then she said, “I will give you some privacy to record. I will be back after I have talked to my husband.”
"Thank you, Samantha,” I said, ready to have that privacy.
She walked out and then I sat in front of the recording device.
"Truo, it's me, your wife. It sounds strange to say that again. I never thought I would be happy again as a wife. Please send me a message and let me know that you are alive and well. It is all that I need to know. I love you, and I miss you,” I said.
"I miss you too,” Truo said.
I turned around to see him standing in the doorway.
"Truo!” I stood up in the excitement.
"Whoa! Don't move. I will come to you. Your leg, remember?" he said as he ran towards me.
He scooped me up into his arms and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck, pulling him close to me. His dark hair was down and he looked very healthy and healed. We kissed for a long time, not able to separate from each other. It felt so good to have him in my arms and to know that he was safe.
"Why did you not send me a message? I have been very worried. It has been days since you left,” I said to him.
"I am sorry. I wanted to send a message, but Sitione and I thought it was best that we did not give any cause for anyone to seek you out. We did not want them to know where you were just in case there were still supporters of Cyro out there. It was for your own safety.”
"Well, it had me worried. Not hearing from you for so long and knowing that you were going to the fortress when it has been in chaos,” I said to him.
"I understand. But it is not like that anymore. All is well. All is under control, and there are no threats for us to worry about. Are you ready to come home, our home?” he said as he put his hand on my belly.
"Yes, I am ready. I want to be with you,” I said to him.
He kissed me again. The next day, we were off to the fortress on the asteroid Seeduon. For some reason, it looked different to me. It didn’t look so dark, like a place of doom. It looked cheerful to me as we landed. It shocked me that I saw it such a way. I saw it as a future place of happiness, and I think Truo did too, because of the changes he made.
“Where will we live in the fortress?” I asked him.
“I thought you might ask that. I turned my living quarters into larger apartments for us. It is far from the area of the fortress that you lived in before. That was on the west end of the fortress,” he said. “We will be living in the east end. It is better; you will see.”
So we moved. Truo did not want me to be anywhere near Cyro’s old quarters, or my old room. He wanted a new start, and he had those rooms turned into storage rooms. I would never have to see them again. Now Truo and I lived in the East Tower high up above the fortress with a view of the entire asteroid. We shared a bedroom together, and the rest of the rooms were like a large apartment inside of the fortress walls. It was perfect.
"Are you happy?” he asked me every day.
"I am very happy; thank you for checking,” I would tell him in return. This is how we spent our days. We were very in-tune
with each other, and I found it shocking that I should be so connected to an alien warrior with blue scales on his body. The passion was there every day. We made love constantly, not able to get enough of each other.
My belly grew bigger every day, and Truo grew happy with the sight of me growing.
When he made love to me, he was careful not to put his weight on my body; he was such a large warrior. He was gentle and tender, just as he had always been. When it was time for our child to be born, Utren and Samantha came to stay with us. Samantha helped deliver our new child, a human-alien hybrid male. We named him Blue. It was a name that we came up with because of the blues scales of the Corillion warriors. This was to show that our son would be a great leader of the blue scaled warriors.
He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I had never seen Truo as happy as he was when he held Blue in his arms. It made my heart heal, and it had needed much healing after what I had gone through since I left Earth. I still thought about Marcus almost every day, and I would never forget him. I still loved him deeply, but I knew that he would want me to be happy.
To find happiness no matter where I ventured to, and that just happened to be a Corillion asteroid with an alien warrior that would die for me.
THE END (Flip the next page to read Book #4 “Jedrian-Corillion Mates!)
BOOK 4: Jedrian-Corillion Mates
(Corillion Mates)
By Maia Starr
Chapter 1
TRISH MAXWELL
I was studying biology at Harvard; I was a post-graduate student. I was up against very stiff competition and writing my thesis, and I knew I had to do something extraordinary to be at the top of my class. But I was not expecting that my little scientific experiment would turn into a very sensual adventure that changed my life. I never thought that the alien warrior Corillion known as Jedrian would make me question everything about my life, and his existence.
So as I packed up a couple of bags to visit my father in the mountains of Virginia, I did not know that this goodbye to my roommate would be an important one.
"Do you have to go? Don't you want to go to New York with me for spring break? Let's let off a little steam,” my roommate Amy said as she sat on the corner of my bed as I stuffed clothes into my bag.
"No, I must go. My father is very particular about me visiting him. I've never been to his research facility before; now he is allowing me to shadow his work.” I stood with my hands on my hips and imitated my father, “Trish, you can come, but for school only. This will help you graduate at the top of your class and get a position at a prestigious university. Come soon before I change my mind.”
"Only your father would expect you to go do work for school on spring break,” Amy said rolling her eyes. She knew exactly what my father was like because we had been friends for over two years now.
"That's my father, Mr. Ted Maxwell: all work and no play. All science and no humanity,” I said. The man who had raised me after my mother had passed away at such a young age. But he raised me by sending me away to boarding school to make sure that I was raised properly, and so that he could do his research. He was a top biologist, and I wasn't exactly sure what his work entailed. I assumed that a facility so deep in the mountains of Virginia must be studying contagious diseases and viruses; why else would it need to be so remote?
"I'm going to miss you. I will send you photos from New York,” Amy said as she gave me a hug.
"I would say that I would send you photos from the cold facility, but it is strictly no photos allowed," I said, rolling my eyes at her.
"Well, I hope that you at least get to have some fun. Who knows, you might meet a very attractive older scientist. You can sneak off with him into the woods,” she said, winking her eye at me.
I laughed, “I am sure that it will be boring. I am excited to see the work my father is doing, but other than that, I am sure that everyone there will be such a bore. I should go, or I'm going to miss my train,” I said as I grabbed my bags and coat.
A couple of hours later, I was sitting in the train car looking through the glass as the Massachusetts scenery passed by. Now that I was on the train, I was very excited about the work ahead of me. A part of me was excited to show my father just how much I had grown as a scientist. I had received my biology bachelor's degree from Berkeley. Now I was in the post-graduate microbiology program at Harvard; it was quite an accomplishment, and I desperately wanted my father to acknowledge that. Him saying yes to my visit to his research facility was a step toward that acknowledgment. He had never allowed me to visit him there before, so a part of him must be thinking that I was ready to handle such a place.
It made me feel really good about myself, and about my skills. My father was a brilliant scientist with many published papers. Following in his footsteps was very hard. I wanted to make him proud.
So when I finally arrived at the train station in Virginia, I was a bit shocked that he was not waiting for me.
"Miss Maxwell?” a nerdy-looking short guy with dirty-blond hair, glasses, and a button-down shirt said to me as I grabbed my suitcase.
"Yes?” I said.
"I am Edgar Williams, your father’s research assistant. He sent me to fetch you and take you to the facility,” he said.
"Oh, my father is not with you?”
"No, he is very busy in the lab today. He is working on a very big project, as you will see," he said as he stopped in his tracks and stared at me like a deer in the headlights and said, “Or perhaps not. Dang, I do not know if I am supposed to say anything about that. Don't tell your father. Come, the car is this way.”
I raised an eyebrow at him as I followed the fidgety nerd to the car. I wondered what this fumbling assistant was talking about. What was the big project that my father was working on that I was not supposed to know about? The whole purpose of me coming here was to learn my father's research and write about my experience for my thesis. So what could my father possibly be hiding that he would not want me to know about?
I sat in the car, eager to see the lab and learn more about this mystery. The car pulled away from the station and the very small town. It almost looked like it was abandoned, except for a few buildings: a general store, a small diner, and a few other commercial buildings that did not have signs on them. Soon we were deep in the woods on a winding, narrow road. The pine trees were very tall, like buildings. It was very dense. After an hour, I noticed that we were going up in elevation. This was good. This meant that we were going up the mountain, and closer to the facility.
"Edgar, how much longer?” I asked him.
"About half an hour, then we will see the gates,” he said.
"Gates?” I asked.
He snorted out and laughed, “Yes. Gates. A research facility like this needs a lot of security.”
"To keep things out? We are so far out in the middle of nowhere, who would be around to try to get in?” I asked.
"Oh, Miss Maxwell. You will learn that corporations pay top dollar for spies to break into facilities like this to steal research. But keeping things out is not the only thing that the gates do; they also keep things in.”
I looked at him completely confused and in shock. What the hell could they be keeping there? A tiger? My confusion and shock were only doubled when we finally pulled up in front of the massive gates. There was a fifteen-foot tall chain-link fence that went on for miles. We pulled up in front of giant wooden doors. I thought it looked like a drawbridge door from a medieval castle. Two armed guards came forward.
"Is this her?” the guard asked in a stern tone.
"It is,” Edgar replied. The guard held up a photo of me. He looked at it and looked at my face and then said, “One moment.”
He walked away into the guard booth and called someone on the phone. The second guard came over and said, “Miss, if you could look into the camera please.”
I turned to my right outside the passenger window to see a camera moving and focusing on my face. I stared at it in comp
lete confusion. I could hear the guard in the booth mumbling something. Then he hung up and came over to the car. “She has been cleared. Proceed forward.”
"Thank you,” Edgar said. The giant doors rumbled open slowly. I was expecting King Kong to roar out of the doors. There was nothing boring about this facility, I thought to myself. What would Amy think of this? This was much more exciting than I was expecting it to be.
Edgar drove forward past the doors. What I saw ahead of me was not that astonishing. The facility looked like any other research facility, almost like a modern college campus. There were many buildings; I think ten in all. Small roads wound through the grounds, and there were a few electric golf carts parked in front of each building, along with bicycles. I was a bit disappointed. With the massive gates, I expected something extraordinary.