King: A Sci-Fi Alien Romance (Warriors of Kaizon Book 6)

by Luna Hunter

Mere days.

  I squeeze my thighs shut. Just a couple more days.

  I’ve got to keep it together ‘till then.

  I can do that.

  Maybe.

  Possibly.

  Hopefully.

  10

  Wranar

  Belinda sleeps peacefully, a look of pure relaxation on her fine human features.

  I’m not so relaxed. I’m as hard as a fucking rock, my quad throbbing, the urge to bury myself inside of her and make her mine, body and soul, is so strong it nearly overpowers me.

  I tear my eyes away from her beautiful form and stare up at the stars. Ancestors, give me strength. I need it.

  Every day we travel down this river we get closer to reaching the throne room.

  And I get closer to losing my nera.

  Belinda is my fated mate. I am certain of that. The feelings that course through me when I look at her are so incredibly intense… she must be my mate.

  The one that I will spend my life. The one that will give me babies.

  Until I mate with her, I cannot be certain. She seems terrified of me. For what reasons, I do not know.

  I have restrained myself. So far.

  The urge to bury my head between her curvy thighs and lap up her wetness is strong. To pleasure her beyond her wildest dreams is all I want to do. Her scent drives me mad with lust.

  Her soaked panties do not lie. She wants me too, and yet, she does not admit it.

  No matter. I will follow her in this world and the next, if that’s what it takes. She is my nera, after all. My life is hers.

  However, in order to reach that next world, we have to make it to the throne room alive and in one piece. The city is close. When we left it, it was already a ruin. I worry what it will look like now.

  We’ve come so far, but the most dangerous part of our journey is yet to begin…

  No matter what, I must reach that portal. I will bring her home.

  No matter what.

  11

  Belinda

  The last two days have been almost idyllic. Wranar and I have caught fish during the day, and at night we’ve made camp on the banks of the river and slept under the stars. He’d point out constellations for me, while I quizzed him about life here on Kysus.

  If we weren’t both aware we were heading straight towards danger, it would feel like a vacation.

  With the twin suns of Kysus high up in the sky, the coldness of Mount Cernd is long behind us. We’ve left behind our parkas, now making due with thin robes.

  It does cool down extremely during the night, so Wranar has been keeping me warm by wrapping his naked body around mine tightly.

  His large alien cock nestling its way between us.

  True to his word, he hasn’t tried to mate with me. No matter how wet he makes me. How hard my heart races. How sweaty my palms get when he holds me.

  I almost wish he would try. Or simply do it. That way, I won’t have to make the damn choice. But no, it’s not that easy. I made him promise he wouldn’t try anything…

  And now I have to live with the consequences of my foolish actions.

  “There it is,” Wranar says, nodding at the city up ahead. “The jewel of Kysus.”

  The sky overhead is filled with smoke blacker than the night’s sky. A large explosions knocks one of the largest towers down, the structure disappearing into smoke and rubble. Instinctively I clutch Wranar’s arm, my hand seeking his.

  The warrior wraps one arm around my shoulder protectively.

  “I will protect you, Belinda, with my life. Fear not,” he says, as if he could read my mind. “We must continue on foot — the river is no longer safe. It will lead right through the center of the city, where we will be sitting ducks.”

  Wranar hops into the river and pushes the raft onto the banks. He holds his arms out for me.

  I ignore him and climb off the raft on my own. He’s gallant, but that doesn’t mean I need help with every little thing.

  The alien grabs my waist and flings me over his shoulders as if I were weightless. His claw ends up on my ass possessively, only a thin layer of cloth separating his hand from my sensitive skin.

  “What are you doing?!” I shriek.

  “Silence, Belinda. I will carry you.”

  “You will not!”

  I can feel a cool breeze fly right up my legs. This robe doesn’t hide much, and that goes doubly so when you’re thrown over Wranar’s shoulder like you’re his prize.

  “Take a look, human. The open plains do not provide any protection. The sooner we cross this land the better, and you cannot keep up with me with your short legs.”

  He’s got a point there.

  “You could have told me that before you lifted me up.”

  “Perhaps,” the alien answers.

  Was that a chuckle I heard?

  Wranar starts his trek, and I’m surprised by his speed. The red sand on either side of me becomes a blur as he books it towards the city. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was riding a cruiser.

  In no time at all we’ve reached the first buildings. They are all the same color as the red sand. Wranar ducks into one of the side alleys and lowers me down. He rests with his back against the wall, his chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, placing my palm on his chest. His heart rate sounds like a drumsolo, but then again, he does have two hearts.

  I’m surprised he doesn’t have two cocks, seeing as has so many organs to spare.

  “I’m fine, human,” he grins.

  A sudden explosion rocks the ground. Wranar pulls me close and shelters my body with his.

  “It was far away,” he says. “Do not worry. I think no one’s spotted us yet.”

  Yet. My mind fixates on that little word.

  What’ll happen when they do?

  I am in no rush to let off the strong alien. As long as I’m in his arms, I am safe.

  “We must go, Belinda,” he whispers into my ear.

  “One more minute,” I reply.

  The minute passes all too soon.

  Wranar leads the way. We duck from street to street, alley to alley, house to house. The city is deserted — but the sounds of distant gunfire, broken up by explosions every few hours, and the constant smell of fire proves that it’s a mere illusion.

  All the while the palace looms in the distance, its spires reaching high into the sun-filled sky, like fingers jutting out of the sand. The closer we get to it, the harder my heart races.

  We enter an abandoned building. Some family lived here, and left without even taking their belongings. The table is still set.

  “We must wait until both suns have set,” Wranar says. “Only then can we safely cross the courtyards that surround the palace, and have any hope of entering unseen. We will wait here until then. I suggest you get some sleep.”

  The alien makes a little cave for me with some blankets and pillows, and orders me to sleep while he stands guard.

  I’m surprised that sleep takes me the moment I close my eyes — our trek has exhausted me to the bone.

  I wake up in the middle of the night, my bladder not letting me rest a moment longer. The room is completely dark, and it takes my eyes a moment to adjust. To my surprise, Wranar seems to be asleep, his eyes closed as he leans against the wall. How he can sleep standing up I’ll never know.

  I climb out of my fortress of pillows and tip-toe out of the room. Luckily, there’s a bathroom in the hallway.

  I head back — and bump my knee right into a metal cabinet, the heavy thud echoing through the empty house.

  I bite my tongue to keep from cussing myself out. Wranar’s going to be so mad at me for not staying put. What else was I supposed to do, though?

  Then I see it, barely visible in the dark hallway. A glass vase, wobbling on top of the cabinet. It sways from left, to right, and then back to the left, dangerously close to toppling over.

  I reach out to steady it.

&n
bsp; In my haste, I misjudge the distance, and I knock it over instead. The heavy vase shatters into a million pieces on the tiled floor.

  All I can do is wince, every piece of me wishing I could sink right through the floor.

  One heartbeat later Wranar bursts into the room, his claws at the ready, his entire body seeming even bigger than normal. His horns scrape against the low ceiling, his eyes turned dark and cloudy.

  “I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I didn’t mean to!”

  I expect him to yell at me and call me a klutz. Instead, he pulls me close and hugs me tightly. “Hide,” he commands. “They will be here soon. You must not let them see you.”

  I head back into the living room when I already hear the terrifying sound of heavy boots outside. I dive into the pile of pillows and bury myself like a gopher.

  “Wranar?! You dare show your face here?! After all your family has done?!”

  Curiosity gets the best of me. I slowly peek my hed out of the fortress of blankets to see four Kaizon warriors standing in the hallway.

  The three intruders look different from the Kaizon I’ve met. They are a slightly different shade of grey, and their horns are stubbier as well. The men look like they’ve been through hell — their faces are gaunt, their eyes buried deep in their sockets.

  “This is De’Riv territory. This city belongs to us now!” one of the men snarls. They haven’t spotted me yet.

  All eyes are focused on Wranar.

  “This is no longer a city. This is a tomb,” Wranar growls. “You’re fighting over nothing. Let me pass.”

  “And yet you’re here,” one of the trio says. He must be their leader, cause he’s doing all of the talking.

  “Just passing through.”

  Wranar’s claws unclench. He’s primed for battle. This must be the battle trance I’ve heard about. He’s even bigger than usual.

  I am so scared I’m holding my breath.

  “No, no you’re not. I’m going to make you pay for all your family has done to our world.”

  “You really believe that crap?!” Wranar growls. “My own father died because of the Sickness! We’ve given everything for our people!”

  “Lies!” the man screams. “You die now, Wranar!”

  The three soldiers raise their claws. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m standing up and screaming. “No! Don’t hurt him!”

  All three De’Riv soldiers turn to me. The leader cocks his head, his eyes growing as big as the two suns orbiting this world.

  “An alien female?!” he says

  “My alien female,” Wranar corrects him.

  “Seize her!” the leader bellows.

  Before the second syllable has left his mouth, Wranar’s claw connects with the leaders face. The man stumbles back, blood spraying upward.

  A second later my alien protector has gutted the other two men, the hall filled with their blood. I’m simultaneously horrified and relieved.

  Wranar grabs my hand, his claws dripping with blood. “Come, now,” he growls, his voice a low, dominant growl. “More will come. We make our run for the palace now. Let me carry you.”

  “O-okay,” is all I can muster, feeling like an absolute fool for causing all of this. We’ve been so careful and sneaky, and I screwed it all up.

  Wranar throws me over his shoulder and heads out the door. There’s shouts in the distance, each one sounding closer than the last. I keep my eyes shut, tears stinging my eyes.

  “I’m so sorry,” I whisper.

  “Don’t be,” the alien growls softly. “We would be discovered sooner or later. Now the time of hiding is over. I am glad for it.”

  The sounds of gunfire draws closer and closer.

  I’m not sure if I’m all that glad that the time of hiding is over…

  12

  Wranar

  When those De’Riv lowlives threatened my female, I went absolutely berserk. Never before have I felt this protective.

  It’s like a fire that burns inside my chest, brighter than the twin suns, and hot enough to turn sand to glass.

  Belinda is my fated mate. I would die for her. Even without consummating our bond, I know it to be true.

  The throne room is only a long sprint away now. Only the open courtyard separates us from the palace’s inner walls. There is no protection out there, nowhere to hide behind.

  I have hidden long enough.

  Time to get what’s mine.

  “Hold on,” I growl to my mate. “And no matter what, don’t let go.”

  I hug her body tightly, shielding her entire soft, squishy body with my large frame.

  I make a dash through the open courtyard Not even a second later the rat-tat-tat of gunfire erupts all around us. Honorable Kaizons do not fight with rifles, but House De’Riv is not known for their honor.

  I had hoped a different House would control the city instead of those traitorous scumbags, but it matters not. There are no more friendly Houses on Kysus.

  Bullets slam into my back, over and over again, piercing my tough skin. I don’t let it slow me down. Belinda’s touch gives me the strength I need to keep going. I’ll get her home, no matter what.

  Even if it costs me my life.

  I burst through the front door of the palace, shoulder first, ramming the heavy door down with a single blow. I race up the stairs, two steps at a time, ignoring the screams behind me, the curses and the threats and the sounds of men chasing me.

  The throne room. That’s all that matters now.

  Sweat trickles down my body, mixing with blood, leaving a trail behind me as I force my way up the seemingly never ending flights of stairs.

  Finally, I see it.

  The throne room. A place that was once the safest place in my ancestral home. The place where I would gather with my brothers, where Father would instruct us, a place of power.

  Now it’s most dangerous place in Kysus — and exactly where I’ve got to be.

  I burst through the door.

  A hundred De’Riv soldiers stare back at me, rifles, spears and claws raised. No portal. No Surlok. No brothers. Our thrones have been torn down, our banners removed, the walls defaced.

  No. This cannot be. It cannot end like this.

  “Surrender, dog,” their leaders calls out to me. “Give us the female and you might live.”

  Belinda slips out of my grasp, looking up at me with those big brown eyes of hers, filled with fear and terror, and it gives me a second wind, fresh power coursing through my veins.

  I might die here today — but I am taking every one of these fuckers with me.

  13

  Belinda

  Well…

  Fuck.

  A hundred, if not more, Kaizon warriors are staring us down. Blood trickles down Wranar’s legs, the sight alone making me wince in pain.

  I’m not worth all of this hurt and destruction. I wish I’d never come here.

  My alien protector takes a step forward, raising his claws, his intent clear. He intends to protect me to his dying breath.

  “Wait,” I cry out. “Stop, there’s got to be another way!”

  “There is no other way,” Wranar growls, his voice raspy.

  “You are completely surrounded,” the enemy Kaizon calls out. “Give up, or die. And thank you for delivering this beautiful female straight to our lair.”

  Surlok, where are you?!

  “Shut your mouth,” Wranar growls as he takes another step forward. The other Kaizon all take a step backward. Even if there are a hundred of them, they are still terrified of the towering warrior.

  Correctly so.

  I hide my head in my hands. I can’t watch Wranar get hurt. I realize now how much I care for him, how safe I felt in his embrace, how much I enjoyed the time that we’ve spent together.

  Even with our spark being so bright it could light up the night, he held back and listened to my protests. No matter how silly and unfounded they were. Because I can see now that Wranar meant every word. I can see he�
��s strong, protective, loyal. All that I could ever want in a man.

  So what if he’s eight foot tall, the color of brushed steel, or that he’s got horns?

  This man is the one for me.

  I’m such a fool for only seeing that now.

  A gust of wind blows my hair away. I peek out through my fingers to see a vaguely familiar blue shimmer take form in the middle of the throne room.

  My heart thumps with joy. Could it really be so?!

  The wind turns from a slight breeze into a roaring storm in a matter of seconds, blowing all the warriors off their feet as a swirling portal forms.

  Tall figures emerge from the light. I can already tell who it is by the outline of their horns.

  Surlok. Vukaror. Kerax. Drarsan. Febakur.

  They step out of the bright light one by one. I am so happy I could faint, which I nearly do. The enemy Kaizon mutter amongst themselves, as Wranar stares open-mouthed at the portal.

  “Brothers!” He cries out.

  Vukaror runs forward and hugs him tightly. He pulls his hands away and notices all the dark blood. “You are hurt, brother!”

  “Just a scratch,” Wranar winces. “We have a bit of a problem here.” He turns to me and pulls me to my feet. The alien brothers all form a circle around me and the portal, each one with their claws out.

  Then, Ibalen comes through the portal.

  Wranar gasps and turn towards him. “You!” he screams.

  Vukaror places his hand on his brother’s arm and lowers his claw. “Calm down, little brother. He is with us.”

  “What? How?!”

  “A lot has changed, Wranar. You will learns soon enough.”

  Ibalen takes a step forward. He raises his hands up wide, and the enemy Kaizon all stare at him, barely believing their eyes.

  “Your eyes do not deceive you. It is I, Ibalen De’Riv. I have traveled to the alien world of Earth and returned. Lower your weapons.”

  A few soldiers do so, but the majority hesitate.

  “Where have you been?!” a voice calls out. “You are working with these traitors?!”