attached to the ship, but we’ll make landing on Gemnia and get you to a sick bay. And I’ll get you away from this fucking place as soon as possible.” The ship rumbled to life and sped down toward to the planet, shaking and off balance from the pod that had mounted the ship’s airlock.
“Kester, let me go. Kester...” Nadia’s voice was weak. The hit she had suffered had cracked her arm again. The invisible sling hadn’t been enough to keep it stable. The pain started to take her over again. “You’re not taking me there to make me your mate... are you?” Her voice was weak and frightened.
“No, Nadia,” Kester said, looking out toward Gemna. “As much as I might like that, this place isn’t safe for you. And I won’t subject you to a Nebulan attack again. The Nebulans are stupid and weak, but their numbers are vast. And some are far smarter than this imbecile. One of them would take you sooner or later, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” Nadia sensed the emotion buried in his voice as her consciousness faded out again. The pain wouldn’t allow her to stay awake now. Kester’s words had soothed her, and for that she was grateful.
The pain pulsed on, and she wondered at the strangeness of this new place. Maybe she’d died and gone off to heaven after all... or purgatory... or wherever agnostic astronauts go. As her eyes closed and darkness swept over her, a shade of disappointment crept into her thoughts. It was almost as if she wanted Kester to tell her she would be his mate, that she would be his forever. It was probably the pain that made her think such a thing.
After all, what human woman in her right mind would want to mate with an alien?
Kester
“Damned Nebulans,” Kester muttered, still reeling from facing one of his sworn enemies firsthand. Though he’d often heard of the Dark Nebulans and their hunger for domination, he’d never encountered one in the flesh. And this one was after Nadia. His woman .
It was clear now that she was his mate. Kester was sure that Nadia wouldn’t see things the same way. He’d get her to the first sick bay on Gemna and have her transported to a medical portal. Then he’d get some lackey of his father’s to transport her back to Earth. Or the blasted moon lab. Whatever that thing was. Kester growled and futzed with the controls on the dashboard. He knew he would arrive soon in the thriving town of Lemniat, and he’d spoken quickly with air command at the landing space. They knew he had a dead Nebulan on board and an injured Terran woman. Medical transport would be expedient, and before Nadia woke, Kester could have his arms around her one last time.
There was no way he would take a woman against her will. The Nebulan had reinforced his belief. Only a brutal animal like that reptilian creature would take a pure, beautiful woman like Nadia and turn her to a slave. Kester wouldn’t do anything of the sort. He was the prince of Delma and the Lanids, and any mate of his would be willing. Even if she wasn’t as spunky or as smart... or as beautiful as the Terran woman he had found so close to death, floating in the blankness of space. With skin as pale as the moons of Gemna.
He sighed and brought the ship down through Gemna’s heavy atmosphere. He navigated slowly, careful not to rock his precious passenger. The thought of hurting her again made him physically ill... and the threat that the Nebulans posed disturbed him deeply. If the Dark Nebulans were after Terran women to use as breeding stock, then no Terran bride would be safe in Astria.
If only there were a way. She’s so beautiful, so tiny. I could take her as my princess... make her into the goddess she was meant to be. But...
His thoughts trailed off, and he looked into the sleeping bay behind him. He wouldn’t take her as his. He couldn’t. Even though the mating urge was a once in a lifetime occurrence, he wouldn’t put Nadia’s life in