Bretdon: A Cyborg's fighting machine first and only Mate (The Cyborgs Reborn Book 3)

by T. J. Quinn

  “Please, Bretdon, I’m sure we can discuss this,” Sandra tried to convince him. “Jeffrey, admit you were wrong about this man,” she demanded.

  But the man didn’t want to admit his mistake. “We don’t have proof─” he tried once more.

  She snorted and turned to look at Bretdon. “Please, give me a chance to inform the rest of the council about what we have heard here today. I’m sure they will agree with me that he’s lying, especially now that Jeffrey can’t vouch for him.”

  “Do as you wish. Right now, I want to see Ophelia, and I’m sure her mother wants that as well.”

  Marisa seemed to come out of her shock when Bretdon mentioned her. “Yes, please. I’m still astounded with all I’ve heard from this man,” she said, shaking her head. “Ophelia would never betray anyone, for no reason. Especially, if it meant hurting innocent people,” she assured Sandra, with a stern expression on her face.

  “I know. I’ve come to know your daughter well in the short period she has been living here, and I told the rest of the council just that. But they decided to accept Jeffrey’s vouching for Jonathan,” she explained, wriggling her hands, uncomfortable.

  “Please, take us to see Ophelia,” Bretdon asked, impatient.

  They left the room, leaving Jeffrey alone with Jonathan. The guards would wait outside.

  Chapter Twenty

  Once in the hall, Bretdon looked at Sandra impatiently.

  “Please, wait. Let’s see what these two have to say,” Sandra asked, turning on a small button on the wall. A screen showed up on it, and they were able to see and hear what was going on inside the room.

  “Why did you accuse her?” Jeffrey was asking Jonathan.

  The man let out a scornful laugh. “That was the plan all the time. She is a stranger, and I was sure no one would believe her over me, and I knew you would vouch for me like you’ve done all this time,” he replied, with a mocking scowl.

  “You just didn’t count on her accusing you first,” Jeffrey said, with a cold tone.

  “No, I didn’t, but it didn’t make much difference. You still believed me over her. My mistake was to choose her and not Marian. I should have known the cyborg would get furious and defend her,” he said, with a cruel scowl on his face.

  “Why did you do this? What’s in it for you?”

  “I was offered a lot of money to give the government all the information I could get on you and your group,” he confessed. “I just didn’t expect you would be this organized and that it would be practically impossible to send the reports I was supposed to.”

  Jeffrey lost control and threw a punch at the other man. “I trusted you! treated you like family.”

  Jonathan didn’t even flinch. “That was the plan.”

  Furious, Jeffrey left the room and slammed the door, just to see the rest of the group right there, watching what had just happened.

  “I owe Ophelia an apology. I let myself go by my misguided loyalty instead of opening my eyes to what was happening in front of me,” he confessed.

  “It can happen to anyone,” Sandra said, trying to make him feel better, but the rest of the group wasn’t that forgiving.

  He shook his head and walked down the hall to the cell where Ophelia was being kept. Bretdon followed him.

  The man ordered the guard to open up the cell and entered. Ophelia was sitting on the bed and looked at the door when it opened up.

  “Miss Stevenson, I owe you an apology. It had become clear Jonathan was lying when he accused you, so you’re free to go back to your room,” Jeffrey told her.

  But Ophelia didn’t even listen. She had seen Bretdon coming in, and she had jumped out of bed and right into his arms.

  He hugged her tightly and held her in his arms for a few moments.

  “Where’s mom?” she asked, tilting her head back to look at him.

  He stepped aside, allowing her to see Marisa, standing at the door. She slid from his arms and ran to meet her mother. Both women hugged each other and stayed there for a few moments.

  “Are you alright? You’ve lost so much weight,” she said, tucking a lock of hair behind her mother’s ear.

  “I’m fine. The food at the camp was quite dreadful, and I was worried about you. People kept telling me you had probably been abducted by the Taucets and that I should give up hope of ever seeing you again,” she explained, and Ophelia was able to tell just how worried she had been.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you, but after I met Bretdon, I had no way to call you again.”

  “I know, he told me all about it. We’ve had more than enough time to talk during this trip,” her mother assured her with a naughty grin.

  “I’m glad.” She hugged her mother again.

  “Why don’t we get out of here?” Sandra suggested. “I’ll meet with the rest of the council right now, to discuss Jonathan’s future, but you’re free to go.” She let out a deep breath. “I really would appreciate if you would reconsider your decision about leaving. I know we made the wrong decision in this case, but I’m sure you can understand our position.”

  Intrigued, Ophelia took a glance at the stern expression on Bretdon’s face.

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “That’s all I ask,” Sandra assured him. “We’ve arranged the cave next to yours for Marisa, so why don’t you take her there and help her settle in?”

  He nodded, and the woman left the room, with Jeffrey. The other cyborgs had stayed behind, guarding the conference room.

  “What was all that about?” Ophelia asked Bretdon as she allowed him to guide her out of the cell.

  “I told her we were leaving the minute I took you out of here. When I left you here to go help them, I thought they would take care of you, not involve you in a crazy conspiracy,” he grumbled.

  “What happened? How did they manage to get the truth out of Jonathan?” she asked, as they walked to their room.

  “That man is insane, sweetie. His mental instability made him talk too much,” her mother replied, sighing. “I’ve had more adventure in the past few weeks than I ever had in my whole life,” she added, and the smile on her face said she wasn’t as displeased as she should have been.

  Ophelia hugged her chuckling. “Oh, mom, you’ll never change.”

  The woman smiled. “If I hadn’t been so worried about you, I would have been as lost as those other poor souls at the camp,” she assured her.

  “Oh, I have no doubt about that,” Ophelia replied, with a scowl.

  They reached their room and showed her mother the one she would be using for the time being.

  “I know you two have a lot to talk about, so, I’ll take a long shower and see you later,” her mother said, disappearing through the curtains.

  “I could use a bath too, please, join me,” Bretdon said when they entered their room.

  “Bretdon, what’s your decision? Are you staying or leaving?” Kirkcal’s voice came through their private communication channel. “We’ll back you up, whatever you decide,” he added.

  “I haven’t decided yet.”

  “We’re not staying if you’re leaving and I’m speaking for Tyrcale, Marzac and myself,” he explained, mentioning the cyborgs they had freed during their incursion of the camp.

  “Thank you, my friends. I’ll let you know the minute I make a decision.”

  “Very well.”

  Ophelia looked at Bretdon, intrigued with his sudden stop, on their way to the bathroom. “What’s the matter?”

  “The other cyborgs wanted to know my decision about staying here or not,” he explained, as he took off his clothes and helped her with hers.

  “And have you reached a decision?” she asked, curious.

  “We haven’t discussed it, yet, have we?” he asked, with a naughty grin as he gently pushed her into the shower stall.

  She smiled. “No, we haven’t.”

  “I’m not pleased with the way they handled this situation. They should have investigated
the whole situation thoroughly before making decisions. I guess they need to appoint a court to solve this kind of problems, or things will get out of control.”

  She nodded, stepping into the warm stream of water and pulling him closer. “I know, but we can discuss that later, I’ve missed you so much,” she said, as she interspersed her words with kisses all over his broad chest.

  He pulled her up into his arms and claimed a passionate kiss from her lips. “I’ve missed you too,” he confessed, murmuring against her lips.

  Bretdon kissed her again and again until they were both breathless and on fire. He pushed her against the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to give him more access to her body, eager to feel his hands and lips all over her.

  He didn’t make her wait. Trailing his hands down her neck and right to her chest, he cupped her round breasts, while his fingers played with her hard peaks.

  She tilted her head back and moaned, her hands caressing his shoulders and neck, relishing in the smoothness of his skin and the power hidden underneath it.

  After rubbing and pinching her nipples, he leaned forward his head and captured one of them between his lips, allowing his tongue to play with it. Ophelia let out a loud moan of pleasure as the tickling sensation enhance the enjoyment she was already experiencing from his caresses.

  “These look bigger,” he said, as he played with her breasts, sounding intrigued. “They also taste different, sweeter,” he added.

  Ophelia looked at him, her eyes veiled with passion. “Are you sure? I haven’t noticed the difference, they are more sensitive, yes,” she sounded puzzled.

  “Yes, I’m sure. They’re heavier. I can sense it,” he insisted.

  She frowned. “Perhaps, I’m putting some weight,” she said, looking at her breasts.

  He lifted her chin with one of her fingers. “I’m not complaining, believe me. I was just commenting,” he assured her, kissing her while kneading the perfectly round globes.

  Words were quickly forgotten as passion clouded their minds. Kiss after kiss, caress after caress they reached the edge and Bretdon slid his hands between them until he reached her aching clit.

  A few rubs and pinches were more than enough to make her fly over the edge. Her whole body convulsed underneath the intense waves of pleasure that washed over her.

  Pleased, Bretdon guided himself inside her, feeling her walls stretching to welcome him. He would never get tired of that feeling. Nothing he had ever felt compared to it. Thrusting in and out of her, he guided them both into the swirl of passion and in no time they were both dancing to the sound of magic and bliss.

  Barely able to breathe, she kissed his lips. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

  He kissed her back. “I’ve missed you too.”

  When the waves finally subsided, they showered and returned to their bedroom.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “We need to make a decision,” he said when they were lying in each other’s arms on the bed.

  “Do you want to leave?” she asked, cautiously.

  “I want to go to Arcadia, but for now, that doesn’t seem possible. The cyborgs that joined us in this trip have no other coordinates, so until we’re able to find a way to communicate with Jarcor and the others, we’re stranded on this planet,” he explained. “Like I told you, I’m not happy with the way they handled the problem with Jonathan, but they recognized their mistake and apologized.”

  “We’ve made progress with the transmitters. They were quite damaged, and we had to guess some of its components, but I truly believe we’ll be able to make them work,” she told him, furrowing her eyebrows.

  “We have better chances at fixing them here. Out there, we’ll be on the run all the time and with no resources,” he pointed out, rubbing his face. “I’m not saying we wouldn’t be able to do it, just that it would be harder.”

  “I know. Here, we can work for our food and shelter, and we would be able to get in touch with Arcadia a lot sooner,” she agreed, laying her head on his chest.

  “We’ll stay then. We’ll help Sandra and her people as much as we can, while we’re here, and in exchange, they will help us get in touch with Jarcor.”

  “That sounds like a plan to me,” she said, smiling.

  She loved the fact he was consulting with her to make such an important decision but most of all, she was thrilled that he hadn't considered leaving her behind. She had missed him so much during the past days she had no idea how she would survive if he left her.

  She wasn’t ready to even think of that possibility.

  He pulled her close in his arms and claimed a kiss from her lips, while his hand pressed her belly gently.

  Suddenly, he pulled back and stared at her.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked, startled.

  “Something’s wrong with you,” he replied, jumping out of bed.

  She looked at him a bit scared. What was he talking about? “Wrong? What do you mean?”

  “Have you been feeling ill lately? Your body is producing some strange noises as if something is malfunctioning.”

  “No, I have been feeling perfectly fine. Are you sure you’re not imagining things?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

  “No, I’m not. Please, get dressed, I want to take you to the infirmary.”

  “Bret, you’re overreacting. I’m perfectly fine,” she protested.

  “Please, indulge me. All my sensors are telling me something is wrong. I need to be sure you’re alright,” he asked, but she could tell he wouldn’t be persuaded to forget the visit to the infirmary.

  Sighing, she got up and got dressed. A few minutes later, he was talking to the doctor in charge. “Can you scan her whole body?” he asked, in a stern tone.

  “Why would you want to do that? She looks healthy to me?” the doctor asked, intrigued.

  “My hearing and all of my senses are a lot more developed than yours. Though, I can’t scan human flesh, unless I’m looking for metallic parts, but I can tell her body sounds are different,” Bretdon insisted.

  The doctor sighed and turned to look at Ophelia. “I guess there’s no harm in scanning you if you agree with it.”

  “Yes, I agree.”

  The doctor asked her to change into a medical gown and hop on the examination table.

  “Is there a specific area you would like me to scan?” the doctor asked as he pulled the screens up and prepared the scanner.

  “Yes, her thorax. Her breasts seem bigger, and the strange sounds I detected came from her lower abdomen,” Bretdon explained.

  The doctor frowned but didn’t comment. Instead, he directed the scanner to Ophelia’s pelvis and waited for the image to show up on the screen.

  “Here’s the reason for the changes,” the doctor said, pointing at the screen.

  Ophelia let out a muffled cry when she looked at the image. Bretdon looked at both of them without understanding. He couldn’t see anything clearly in the image in front of him.

  “What the hell is it?”

  The doctor smiled and pointing at a white spot on the screen, he explained. “A baby. She’s pregnant.”

  “That’s impossible,” he shook his head. “Cyborgs can’t breed naturally, the nanocybots kill the fertilized eggs,” he mumbled, in shock.

  “I have no idea what nanocybots are, but she’s pregnant. And judging by the size of this baby, I’m sure she’s likely eighteen to twenty weeks pregnant,” the doctor explained.

  “That’s impossible.” This time the words came out of Ophelia’s mouth. “I hadn't been with a man in more than a year when I met Bretdon. And we’ve only been together for a bit more than two months.”

  “Listen, I’m telling you what I see. This baby is as big as a twenty-week baby. But I can’t tell you anything about its conception,” the doctor added. “For what I can see, it’s a healthy baby, and you also seem to be alright. You might want to get some pregnancy vitamins, just in case, but other than that I don’t see a pro
blem.”

  “Thank you, doctor.” Ophelia hopped down off the examination table and put on her clothes.

  She couldn’t believe she was pregnant. Since Bretdon had told her cyborgs weren’t able to breed, she had put that possibility out of her mind. So out of her mind, she hadn't noticed the absence of her period. She had removed her birth control implant the same day she had broken up with her last boyfriend and hadn't worried about it ever since.

  She looked at Bretdon, a bit worried. The expression on his face was so stern, it was impossible to determine what was going through his mind.

  They left the infirmary and instead of guiding her back to their room, he headed out of the caves.

  “We need some privacy.” His words sounded ominous, and Ophelia couldn’t help feeling a bit distressed.

  The guards at the entrance didn’t even dare to ask him anything. The expression on his face was too dark, and Ophelia’s heart wrenched at the sight of it.

  He walked for several minutes until they reached a small clearing in the woods before he turned to look at her.

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant when we met? You didn’t know?” he asked coldly as he turned to face her.

  Ophelia let out a deep breath as pain rushed through her body. “I wasn’t pregnant. I couldn’t have been since I hadn't been with a man for more than a year, when I met you,” she explained in a calmly.

  “This baby can’t be mine,” there was a hint of desperation in his voice she didn’t understand. It hurt her like a sharp dagger slashing her heart in two.

  “I’m sorry. I guess this wasn’t in your plans, and I understand, but it’s the only possibility. The baby isn’t more than two months old, but I guess it’s bigger since you’re a big a man,” she said trying to hide the pain his doubt was causing her.

  “You don’t understand,” he shouted.