Captured: An MM SciFi Alien Prince Romance (Star Marked Warriors Book 1) by Sam Burns & W.M. Fawkes

Author:Sam Burns & W.M. Fawkes
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: FlickerFox Books
Published: 2021-07-29T04:00:00+00:00

SEVENTEEN

Lucas

ALL I COULD DO WAS LOOK on in horror as the fourth hybrid who had rescued us back on the ship—Vorian—absolutely took Kaelum apart.

It was clear from the start that the match wasn’t even.

Vorian was faster than anyone I’d ever seen, even in movies, and worse, he was able to teleport around like a freaking weasel on coke. I nearly stood up and cheered when Kaelum broke his leg, then I realized that I was excited over someone being in pain.

But then the guy just . . . shook it off. Like a leg going the entire wrong way was just a temporary inconvenience. And the next step he took, he put all his weight on the leg that had been broken, and didn’t even wince. Either he healed instantly, or his pain tolerance was impossibly high.

How did anyone ever beat him in a fight?

A hand reached over to grab my arm, nails digging in, and I glanced at Kaelum’s mother to find her jaw clenched, eyes rapt on the fight, and . . . filled with tears. I whipped my head back around.

Was the guy going to kill Kaelum?

No one had died in any of the other matches, though one or two had needed to be carried out.

When one of his hands reached out to grasp Kaelum’s neck—those hands that had, at times, had glowing spikes sticking out of them—my heart leapt into my throat.

He was.

He was going to kill Kaelum.

Kaelum’s mother gave a tiny, distressed squeak, and her grip on my arm went so tight it was cutting off the blood flow to my hand.

Kaelum himself was deadly calm through it all. He met the other man’s eye and said . . . something. He was too far away, and the words too soft to be caught by my implant. And damn the fact that I didn’t actually speak the language and couldn’t even read lips in English anyway.

Vorian let go of him, and Kaelum folded forward, breathing hard and holding his injured forearm against his chest.

The reaction from the crowd wasn’t nearly as effusive as it had been for Kaelum’s wins—or even for Vorian’s previous wins. Maybe the king couldn’t be bothered to approve of his son, but it was clear that a large part of the crowd had their prince’s back.

As Kaelum left the field, limping and headed for us, one of the enormous blue men who was guarding the dais slapped him on the back and my interpreter picked up, “Well done, my prince.”

That, at least, was heartening. Even if Kaelum didn’t seem happy about it. No, he just nodded to the guard and glanced up at his father, who was sitting on his throne, jaw clenched, glaring at the field. The big blue jerk didn’t even acknowledge his own son.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

I jumped out of the chair I’d been sitting in, shaking off his mother’s now loose grip, and rushed over to him. “Where’s the doctor?”

He gave me a momentary blank look, brows drawn together in an expression that seemed entirely human—confusion.

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