Alien Beast's Warrior Bride - Juno Wells Page 0,19

You’re all good fighters and real polite to us.” Okay, that was a total shot in the dark. Thankfully, it calms him right down.

A slight grin quirks up one corner of his mouth. “You see our worth as warriors.”

“I most certainly do.” This is one of the stranger conversations I’ve had with this massive warrior. Normally I can figure out what he’s talking about, but today, I’ve got nothing. When he turns to leave, I notice his sons have silently geared up across the large weapons locker, watching our interaction with no small amount of curiosity. We all file out to a shuttle together, just like we always do.

I’ve got to admit, at least to myself, interacting with aliens is a challenge for me. It isn’t the language barrier. The translation chip they shot into the soft tissue near my brainstem enables me to understand most of what they’re saying and vice versa. My problem is grasping the cultural piece and trying to fill in between the lines to figure out what they want to communicate when they’re too polite to come right out and say it.

In my lifetime we’ve gone from thinking we were alone in the universe to being approached by aliens for trade to then discovering there are a myriad of bizarrely different alien species crawling over every corner of this sector of space.

So far I’ve seen the Draconians, who are humanoid with ancient dragon DNA. Coming to terms with the fact that dragons are or were once real is just another little wild card that got thrown our way. The shifter is super weird, and today isn’t the first time I’ve seen one of the tall milky white aliens. Apparently they’ve been coming on the down low for centuries, monitoring to alert everyone else when we became evolved enough for first contact. The Moltan seem like someone mixed humanoid DNA with a deer on steroids. It’s a more dangerous mix than I would have imagined.

I’ve now seen Sonarians and I’m not impressed. Their queen seems to think humans are simpleminded fools that needed everything explained to us, and their impaired warrior clearly thinks we’re food.

The tiny harmonic resonance aliens that probably aren’t actual aliens have been living on Earth since prehistoric times. I don’t know if they evolved here, crawled off an asteroid at some point or someone dropped them off long ago. We’ll probably never figure that out. There are a few more alien races out there. Sometimes, my head feels like it is fit to burst from trying to keep them all straight in my mind.

Scourging

Borak

As we load up, I try to figure out why this queen I’m growing such a strong liking for was inspecting me so closely. I found her eyes upon me unnerving, and it prompted me to say things I shouldn’t have to her. My function is to be silent and follow the directions of a queen. Swallowing thickly, I force my wings closed. I will not error again. Sometimes I forget that speaking freely to a queen can cause serious problems for a warrior, especially one such as myself.

Today we take speeders in order to rapidly transport from one location to another. I straddle one and begin prepping it for takeoff. Pride and warmth seeps into my core when the queen I wish to make my own grabs my arm and slides into the seat behind me. Her legs must spread wide to accommodate my bulky form. The sight must be almost obscene to others watching.

Rather than comment, I reach back and secure her to the vehicle with the emergency straps. We activate our face shielding to keep the wind and debris off our face. Also, it alleviates General Watson from having to wear a respirator. When her arms wrap around me from behind, my cocks stiffens. Breeders pride themselves on not becoming hard without permission. Since I am but a simple warrior, such discipline is outside the realm of my control. The best I can hope for is to reposition my body to make my failure of discipline less noticeable. Thankfully, such is the case with her sitting behind me this day.

Murmuring into my com device, I tell everyone to move out. We head for the nearest abandoned base. We are twenty strong, and the roar of our speeders is deafening. Shortly after takeoff we spread out to form a wing formation, with my speeder in the center and my scion behind us. We surrounded this important Earth