Mama and the Alien Warrior (Treasured By The Alien #1) - Honey Phillips Page 0,31

quick shower and changed into a clean uniform, still fuming about the events of the afternoon. He had spent most of it with Mekoi, trying to prepare for the possibility that the pregnant females would give birth. Mekoi had sent a message to Ciresia, asking for copies of the older files that dealt with natural childbirth, and had been firmly refused. The High Council had no interest in assisting alien births and instead wanted the medic to run a series of tests on Tiana. Hrebec wasn’t about to subject his new daughter to long-distance experiments, and he suspected that Abigail would be just as adamant.

Unable to receive assistance from his planet, he had reluctantly turned to the Vedeckian for aid. When Kwaret had been brought to the med lab, it was quite obvious that he had been abused by his fellow prisoners. One eye was swollen, his pale skin was bruised, and he walked with a slight limp. Furious, Hrebec questioned the very young guard who had been stationed outside the brig, only to find that he had actually heard sounds of struggle but decided it wasn’t important since they were only prisoners.

“As long as I am in charge, no one on this ship will be mistreated,” Hrebec snarled. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. I-I just thought—”

“You didn’t think, Saprao. That is the problem. You will assist Pravit in the galley until we reach Trevelor.”

“Yes, sir,” Saprao said miserably. None of the crew liked assisting the crusty old warrior, and once Pravit knew he was being punished, Hrebec had no doubt that he’d make his life even more difficult.

“In addition, you will stay away from the human females. I do not trust you with their safety.”

Saprao seemed to shrivel before his eyes, his face aghast as the consequences of his actions sank in, but Hrebec felt no sympathy. He had never expected that a member of his crew would be so lacking in compassion as to allow the abuse of a fellow being.

When he returned to the med lab, he reluctantly apologized to Kwaret. The man accepted it with a nervous smile, which did nothing to make Hrebec feel better. Fortunately, Kwaret possessed a surprising amount of knowledge about different methods of live birth. The three of them spent most of the afternoon making plans, and Hrebec came away with a begrudging respect for the Vedeckian.

When it came time to return Kwaret to the brig, he couldn’t do it. Even though the guards were now alerted to the possibility of abuse and should be able to prevent any future violence, there was little they could do about verbal abuse. There were two small patient rooms attached to the lab. With Mekoi’s permission, he decided to let Kwaret stay in one of them. However, Kwaret was still a Vedeckian and still a prisoner, so he would need to remain under guard. By the time Hrebec had completed the arrangements, he was late for dinner. Now he hastened down the corridor, eager to see Abigail and his girls again.

He entered the mess hall and stopped dead in his tracks.

No one had yet been seated. Instead, they lingered about in rather tentative groups. His eyes swept the room, dismissing everyone else, until he found his woman.

By Granthar, she froze him in his tracks.

Abigail wore a gown made from his clothing. He recognized the color and the material, but nothing else bore any resemblance to his mundane garment. Instead, the soft gold cloth draped down from one shoulder, leaving the other bare and revealing her delicate shoulder. The material gathered under her luscious breasts, then fell to her knees in a swirl of fabric. She looked beautiful, sensual, and tempting, and his cock strained against his pants even as his tail lashed, desperate to touch her. One of his ancestors would have had no hesitation in carrying her off and mating her, but, alas, these were more civilized times.

“Leonardo!” Lucie came dancing up, an enchanting sprite clothed in a dress made from one of his uniforms, and her presence distracted him from his lustful thoughts. “Look! I gots a new dress. Don’t I look nice?”

“You look beautiful, little one,” he said sincerely. When she smiled happily and held up her arms, he picked her up, her small body already a familiar weight against his shoulder. Abigail had followed her over, Tiana cradled in her arms, also in a new outfit, and the sight of all three of his females dressed in clothing that he