Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40113 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
The fire hits.
But it…doesn’t hurt.
What the—
The alien woman is as surprised as me as I look from her face down to my arms. My long-sleeved shirt was completely incinerated.
But gleaming blue scales on my forearms, just emerged from beneath my skin, protected me from the fire like a flame-repellent shield.
Holy shit!
We did it. I’m pregnant. Oh my God, I’m carrying Ezo’s baby.
Unless I die in the next ten seconds.
“I did not believe it could be true…” she whispers, staring down at me, stunned.
I take advantage of her momentary distraction, rearing back and kicking the bitch in the cunt.
And this time, she goes flying.
Fuck. Me.
I jump to my feet, all my earlier pain overridden by adrenaline, and hold out my hands.
She stands, fury burning in her red eyes.
“Look, I don’t know who you are, but we don’t have to do this.”
“I am Siccua, daughter of Sauqunuc, sister of Sacraasu, the true Queen of the Draci race, slain by the bastard usurper. You are an abomination,” she half-spits, half-growls, “a stain upon our noble race. And I will suffer none of your kind to live.”
She pulls out a blazing, neon blue alien knife looking weapon, holds it high overhead and runs at me with a screaming roar.
Shit! But I stand my ground. I won’t flinch and I will fight until my dying breath. Because I will most likely die. She’s a full Draci, hundreds of years old and I’ve only just begun my semi-transformation. I have no doubt that she’s still many times stronger than me.
But I have more to live for.
I roar back and lift my forearms in front of me as shields. I’ll spin away in the last moment so that she runs into the refrigerated drinks section. And then maybe I can—
But before she can get to me, another roar fills the store and a body leaps, lightning knife in his own hands.
Ezo.
He tackles her and slices in the same motion.
Severing her head.
It rolls across the floor, stopping right at the feet of the old man who runs the store. He’s backed himself up against the wall, near the back exit.
Ding dong. The evil bitch is dead.
“Ezo,” I cry, stumbling towards him with my arms out.
He catches me and clutches me to him hard. “My Ana. Are you all right?” He pulls back from me, holding me by my shoulders. “And do not dare tell me fine.”
I laugh, happy tears spilling down my face. “I have no idea, but I love you and I’m so sorry I left. I’m an idiot. I’m so sorr—”
He clutches my face in his hands and kisses me furiously, cutting off my words.
He’s right. There’s time for words later.
I curl my arms around his neck and hold him close. Just like I’ll hold him close for the rest of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Ezo
My cock is hard for my mate but my King will not stop talking, pacing back and forth with his new kit in his arms.
“How dare they plot against me? Do they not see that I hold the future of our race in my arms? How did Siccua get to Earth? I thought you said all interplanetary transport had been locked down under the strictest security.”
His adviser, the elderly Reijash, bows low. His silver scales are burnished black by age but he is still strong and wise enough to be respected by almost all among the Draci.
“I do not know, my King, but I will task my spies at once. We shall find the villain of this treachery.”
“Wait, you don’t think this was just all Succotash, or whatever the hell her name was?” Ana asks.
She is cradled in my arms, her back to my chest. I pulled her into the position as soon as we got into the King’s Palace and she has not squirmed away or asked me to let go, so I will not.
Earlier, as soon as we dragged the traitor’s remains into the back of the vehicle Shak lent me, we began the long drive home. Why did she leave? Where was she going? How long had she known she was pregnant? Why hadn’t she mentioned it to the doctor earlier?
I had so many questions. But almost as soon as we pulled back onto the long road that stretched home, she reached out and interlaced her fingers with mine, the blue scales of her forearm flashing in the sunlight.
“I will never leave you again,” she whispered, squeezing my hand. “You’re stuck with me forever.”
And then her eyes grew heavy and I could tell she needed rest. Shak told me that once the transformation begins, it is exhausting and later, painful for the female. I hate knowing that awaits my Ana and would take it on myself in an instant if I could.
But I cannot, so the least I could do was let her sleep. I drove straight here and the King and his advisers have been up in arms ever since hearing about Siccua’s attack.