Alien King: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Warlords of Aegir Book 1) by Luna Hunter

Author:Luna Hunter [Hunter, Luna]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

12

Malak

“Someone tried to enter your cruiser, your grace.”

“Did you catch him?”

“Unfortunately not.”

“It’s good that you came to me, Pay. Send extra troops over immediately. I want my ship guarded around the clock, understood?”

“Yes, your grace. What do you think they’re after?”

“My best guess would be Emma’s ship.”

“You think our enemies know?”

“The Yagna and Egos have spies everywhere, Pay. You of all people should know that, with your decades of experience.”

“They are our allies.”

“For now. If I show weakness, they’ll have troops marching across the border before deep winter comes.”

I cannot allow my enemies to get a hold of the human female’s ship. No doubt they’ll be able to deduce where the human homeworld is, and I know what they will do next.

I have seen how the Grand Archon of the Yagna Coven looked at my mate. With hunger, with hatred, with jealousy in his beady eyes. He has always wanted what he can’t have. His lands border us to the south, past the mountains that his kin has tried to claim as their own for thousands of years. I’ve led the last fight there myself, a bloody, savage protracted battle that decided the war in Nyrr’s favor. Yagna sued for peace soon after, a peace that’s lasted. Until now.

I rush back to the ball when no one other than the Grand Archon himself stops me in my tracks.

“Ah, if it isn’t the future Xeer of Nyrr!

“Zakra,” I growl. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Just here to see the new attraction, that is all.”

The true meaning of his words are not lost on me.

“Choose your words carefully, Archon. May I remind you that you are not in your own domain.”

“You ought to choose your partners carefully, ‘Xeer’, before you catch a disease and besmirch our stature as—”

I grab Zakra by the neck and slam him against the brick wall. His feet dangle helplessly in the air as he gasps for breath.

“Go on, finish your sentence. Give me a reason.”

“To do what?” Zakra wheezes. “To start a war? Like you need a reason. You’re a killer, Malak, a murderer. You know what we call you in Yagna, right? The Butcher of Gillig!”

“I gave your troops the option to surrender. They didn’t. By your command. Their blood is on your hands, not mine.”

“Yet it was your hand that wielded the blade that killed so many, wasn’t it, Malak?”

Even though I’ve got my thumb pressing down on his windpipe, Zakra shows no signs of shutting up. He really does want me to choke the life out of him. Madman.

“That’s how war works. You wouldn’t understand, you just send people to their deaths while you stay in that cushy capital of yours. You make me sick, Zakra.”

“Likewise, Malak. May your reign be short.”

I squeeze his throat a little harder.

“I can end yours right now, old man.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

“Your grace?”

I drop Zakra to the ground. He collapses in a heap, gasping and wheezing, cursing me under his breath.

“What is it, Pay?”

“I got word from General Lynt; more troops are on their way to the royal shipyard, your grace.

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