Alien General's Beloved: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Vi Voxley
black eyes.
***
They were waiting for her.
Her crew was held at gunpoint when Lana entered the bay. One quick look told the captain that her orders hadn't been strictly followed. Here and there, several human women stood, all looking at her. Lana caught a quick head-shake from one of them, realizing their intention.
Stupid brave bastards, Lana thought.
Like her, they'd stayed in sight, to allow their friends to remain hidden. It worked out for the better, the captain knew that, to have more than one Terran woman aboard, but she still feared for them.
Looking at the Brions, she thought she had a very good reason.
Lana had met a few members of the warrior species before. Like their brothers, these new ones were towering, vicious-looking hunks of men with battle spears strapped to their backs. It was the differences between them that bothered Lana, although she didn't let it show, taking her place at the front of his crew.
The valor squares on the warriors' necks were as lifeless as their eyes. No fire burned there, like was common with Brions. No over-boiling emotions, no nothing. The valor squares seemed to register only breathing, broadcasting nothing else but simply existing. For a race so temperamental, that was seriously off.
The man with the black eyes and the burning skin didn't seem to be there, however. Only the cold warriors stood around the fighter, a large gunship that could easily house an entire unit.
"I am Lana Cormac, the captain of the Raptor ," she said over the deafening silence. "Who speaks for you?"
In the next second, she dearly regretted tempting fate.
Another Brion emerged from the fighter and Lana could see where all the rumors started. Her treacherous legs were making compelling points about backing away, far away. Running away, in fact, but she refused to back down even an inch, even though every impulse in her body told her to do so. The cursed enemies could read her fear anyway, she knew that, but Lana was not willing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her run as well. It wasn’t like there was anywhere to go.
The girl had been wrong, but not as much as the captain would have liked.
With thundering steps, the legendary general walked down from the fighter's interior. His dark, black eyes held Lana's gaze, unblinking. Worgen's short hair was as dark as everything else about him, with one stray strand of white above his right temple. It wasn't the general's skin that was burning, it was his armor. The charcoal surface of it looked like it had been burnt to a crisp, but hadn't completely gone out yet. When he walked, smoke rose from under his boots and the occasional flame licked over the smooth metal plates.
Lana heard gasps around the bay, many backing away from that avatar of death before them, but she stayed frozen in place.
Lenses, she kept repeating to herself as the general approached with slow steps, they're just lenses. And the armor is not burning, it's merely coated in some flammable substance. Scare tactics, that's all this is. All this is.
But even the best pep talk could not entirely quell her fear. Worgen was indeed a nightmare, one that had crawled from the pages of a myth to reality.
When he stopped in front of her, Lana could smell the burning metal and blood. The spear across the general's back was twice her height and Worgen himself was more than a head taller than her, a true giant. It took every ounce of will she had left in her body not to move, not to scream.
"I speak for the Abysmal ," the general said, his voice like an avalanche, gravelly and deep. "And it speaks for me."
Lana searched for words. Every inch of her rebelled against trying to be nice to the enemy, but she was so overpowered it was ridiculous.
Eventually, she said: "What do you want with me and my ship?"
The general didn't respond. Morbidly, Lana wondered if she'd made her last mistake, questioning the man who was clearly never questioned. But he didn't seem mad. At least no
***
They were waiting for her.
Her crew was held at gunpoint when Lana entered the bay. One quick look told the captain that her orders hadn't been strictly followed. Here and there, several human women stood, all looking at her. Lana caught a quick head-shake from one of them, realizing their intention.
Stupid brave bastards, Lana thought.
Like her, they'd stayed in sight, to allow their friends to remain hidden. It worked out for the better, the captain knew that, to have more than one Terran woman aboard, but she still feared for them.
Looking at the Brions, she thought she had a very good reason.
Lana had met a few members of the warrior species before. Like their brothers, these new ones were towering, vicious-looking hunks of men with battle spears strapped to their backs. It was the differences between them that bothered Lana, although she didn't let it show, taking her place at the front of his crew.
The valor squares on the warriors' necks were as lifeless as their eyes. No fire burned there, like was common with Brions. No over-boiling emotions, no nothing. The valor squares seemed to register only breathing, broadcasting nothing else but simply existing. For a race so temperamental, that was seriously off.
The man with the black eyes and the burning skin didn't seem to be there, however. Only the cold warriors stood around the fighter, a large gunship that could easily house an entire unit.
"I am Lana Cormac, the captain of the Raptor ," she said over the deafening silence. "Who speaks for you?"
In the next second, she dearly regretted tempting fate.
Another Brion emerged from the fighter and Lana could see where all the rumors started. Her treacherous legs were making compelling points about backing away, far away. Running away, in fact, but she refused to back down even an inch, even though every impulse in her body told her to do so. The cursed enemies could read her fear anyway, she knew that, but Lana was not willing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her run as well. It wasn’t like there was anywhere to go.
The girl had been wrong, but not as much as the captain would have liked.
With thundering steps, the legendary general walked down from the fighter's interior. His dark, black eyes held Lana's gaze, unblinking. Worgen's short hair was as dark as everything else about him, with one stray strand of white above his right temple. It wasn't the general's skin that was burning, it was his armor. The charcoal surface of it looked like it had been burnt to a crisp, but hadn't completely gone out yet. When he walked, smoke rose from under his boots and the occasional flame licked over the smooth metal plates.
Lana heard gasps around the bay, many backing away from that avatar of death before them, but she stayed frozen in place.
Lenses, she kept repeating to herself as the general approached with slow steps, they're just lenses. And the armor is not burning, it's merely coated in some flammable substance. Scare tactics, that's all this is. All this is.
But even the best pep talk could not entirely quell her fear. Worgen was indeed a nightmare, one that had crawled from the pages of a myth to reality.
When he stopped in front of her, Lana could smell the burning metal and blood. The spear across the general's back was twice her height and Worgen himself was more than a head taller than her, a true giant. It took every ounce of will she had left in her body not to move, not to scream.
"I speak for the Abysmal ," the general said, his voice like an avalanche, gravelly and deep. "And it speaks for me."
Lana searched for words. Every inch of her rebelled against trying to be nice to the enemy, but she was so overpowered it was ridiculous.
Eventually, she said: "What do you want with me and my ship?"
The general didn't respond. Morbidly, Lana wondered if she'd made her last mistake, questioning the man who was clearly never questioned. But he didn't seem mad. At least no
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