Wexxon the Great Alien Warrior - Juno Wells Page 0,40
a Xelxar pregnancy has survived with a female left on her own.”
“I don’t think that matters as much.” Aldvirion waved a hand right before aiming his sword at my chest. “What pregnant female would ever want to leave the safety of the castle?”
“…Wexxon?” Rachel slowly opened her eyes, her hand moving up toward her neck.
I was standing on the other side of a slat, Aldvirion just having finished the translator surgery. He was calmly wiping remnants of her blood away from his hands, his mind seemingly somewhere else as he stood off in the corner. Before he’d started the surgery, Aldvirion had offered Rachel a drink, one that knocked her unconscious and made the implant much easier to perform.
Although a part of me had wished that he’d been honest with her about what’d been in her drink. I hated the idea of not telling Rachel the whole truth, even if it made Aldvirion’s job a lot easier.
“What happened?” Rachel murmured before she winced, her fingers trailing down the side of her neck, coming in direct contact with the stitches on her skin. “What—”
“Aldvirion gave you the translator you wanted,” I smiled as I replied. “Does it feel okay, my little warrior?”
“…It feels like I just had invasive surgery,” she groaned, her eyes shifting over toward the ceiling. “Is there…painkillers. Are there painkillers on Xelxar?”
“I’m sure that Aldvirion has a salve—”
“Not for an exotic female,” Aldvirion answered from the other side of the room. “All apologies, Rachel Waters, but we are not used to exotic types being injured on our planet.”
“It shouldn’t hurt for long,” I assured her, my hand taking her own into my palm. “And I’ll be here for you, my Rachel, all the way through.”
“Fuck,” Rachel cursed, her face turning into a frown. “Can I at least get more of whatever Aldvirion gave me? I don’t know how much I can handle this if I have to be awake the whole time—”
“It has to be carefully measured out for the sake of your pregnancy,” Aldvirion answered again. “Again, all apologies, Rachel Waters.”
“That’s all right, Aldvirion.” Rachel sighed as she closed her eyes again. “I’ll just…I think I’ll be fine if I just don’t think about it.”
“May I take her to the bedroom now, Aldvirion?” I asked. “Just so she can recover in a more familiar location?”
“You are free to take her,” Aldvirion said with a quiet smile, his focus now taken up by the tools he cleaned in front of him. I then carefully pulled Rachel into my arms, leading her away from the makeshift surgery room as I headed for our bed.
“Why didn’t you tell me I was getting the translator today?” she murmured. “Did you want it to be a surprise?”
“Not exactly, no,” I answered, holding her firmly against my chest. “But Aldvirion thought it’d be best this way. He said something about not wanting your muscles to bound up against themselves, an occurrence he worried about based on your anatomical chart.”
“I don’t even think that’s physically possible…” Rachel murmured again, her eyes shifting into half-lids. “Fuck. I think whatever Aldvirion gave me to knock me out is coming back around again…It feels like it’s really fucking strong.”
Rachel then let out a small giggle before she went on. “Maybe even as strong as you.”
“You seem amused by that.” I smirked down at her as I walked into our bedroom, soon setting her down against the bedsheets.
“Wexxon the Great vs. Xelxar’s makeshift painkillers.” Rachel giggled again.
And I offered her a warm smile. “I’ll leave you to get some rest, my little warrior—”
“Stay,” Rachel said, her hand reaching out for my wrist, her fingers gently running along our marriage mark. “Wexxon, I want you to stay.”
“As you wish, my little warrior,” I said before settling into my place on the bed beside her. I then wrapped an arm around her frame as I pulled her closer to my chest. Rachel then looked over at me, something clearly on her mind, her eyes threatening to burn right through me.
“What is it?” I whispered the question down at her, concerned about what was running through her head. “What’s on your mind, my Rachel?”
“…Are you sleeping with someone else?” Rachel’s words were low.
“Rachel, I would never—”
“It’s okay if you are,” she continued as she shook her head. “I mean, it’s not okay, but I…I don’t know. If it’s part of your culture or something, to have sex with other women even when you’re married—”
“Rachel, what makes you think that I crave