Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Our stock, though freed with open gates before we left, appear to have remained close by. This is their home too. I have an overwhelming sense of perfect belonging, a sense of home so deep and profound it makes me sad for Zain who must not be feeling any of this.
“Are you sure you want to be here?” I look up at him, seeing how he gleams in the Earth’s sun. He is so impossibly strong, and handsome and so very mine.
He looks down at me and smiles.
“I am absolutely certain I will never want to be anywhere else.”
EPILOGUE
Arkan
“Hey, Arkan?”
“Yes, pet?”
We are on our way back to Euphoria in a state of half-triumph. We are going to bring very bad news to the house of Wrathelder, and I am certain that we will be held responsible for Phenix’s death. On the other hand, Phenix Wrathelder is dead and that is a good and just thing.
Kahn is locked in his room running multiple scenarios in the attempt to get ahead of what he claims might well be a civil war. He is worried, and perhaps for very good reason. Sometimes I allow Kahn’s concerns to worry me, so Jennifer’s interruption is a welcome one.
“I think they’ve forgotten someone. I think we’ve all forgotten someone.”
“Who is that?”
“The sick girl. She just woke up. She looks like she’s feeling better.”
Jennifer is smiling in a way I can only describe as concerning.
“What is amusing you so much, pet?”
“She’s kind of wild.”
“I shudder to think what you would classify as ‘kind of wild’, pet.”
I leave the bridge and accompany her to the sick bay, where, sure enough, the human seems to have made a complete recovery. We had her in a confined capsule of sorts, with IV fluids and nutrition. She has been ill for several weeks by all accounts. She should be weak, even now in her recovered state.
Instead, we are confronted by a feral little creature in a hospital gown.
“Let me the fuck out of here, motherfuckers!” she shouts and bangs on the relatively flimsy walls of the containment pod. It was never made to hold a human who wanted out of it. It is designed to keep germs and other such items away from the rest of the ship as a whole. She’s going to break it, in other words.
Aside from her combative demeanor, she is quite a cute little thing. She does not stand very tall. She is shorter than Jennifer, and she has curling dark hair that threatens to fall into her eyes. She’s freckled and furious and my merchant mind tells me she would fetch a very good sum if she were to be tamed and sold.
I try to talk her down. She must be scared, having woken up on this vessel after a traumatic injury and long sickness with potentially no memory of how she got here.
“You have been sick for a long time. You approached a human settlement and were shot. Your body is healed now, but you have been through trauma, and…”
She looks me in the eye and slams her little human fists into the containment capsule again in a one-two punch motion that suggests she has some fighting training. “Did I stutter? Let me out. Now!”
“What is going on here!”
Kahn makes a stern appearance. He has cut his hair again. He says it is because he does not like dealing with the length, but I think it is so he looks less like a younger clone of me, and more like a hard ass. Shorter hair certainly emphasizes the hard lines of his jaw, which is now clenched in disapproval.
SMASH!
Just as he walks in, the young lady comes bursting out of the now shattered containment pod.
Without missing a beat, Kahn catches her by the arm, swings her around, sits down on a chair and tosses her over his lap. The back of her gown falls open, revealing an under-nourished, but still quite generous ass. Definitely enough of one to spank.
He proceeds to do just that, applying the palm of his hand to her cheeks with swift, firm swats.
“I am tired of misbehaved humans,” he says. “I am done with allowing their actions to cost lives and cause trouble. I absolutely refuse to have another human on this ship that will not obey.”
The human is outraged. “Let me go, you fucking psycho! What the fuck are you weirdos?”
“They’re aliens,” Jennifer says, helpfully. “I told you. You’re on an alien ship.”
He returns to the task of spanking the human’s bottom very soundly indeed, his large blue palm whipping her cheeks to a bright red.
“Let me go! Let me fucking go!”
“I have no intention whatsoever of letting you go until you find some manners in your tongue, and some submission in the rest of you.”
“Then you’re going to be holding on for a really long time.”