Page 25 of Captured By the Alien Captain
Her absence gives me a few minutes to collect my thoughts as I tuck myself away. To accept that she is fated to be mine, I need all the time I can get to wrap my head around the fact.
A human. Like her, I should be panicking. After all, will those on this vessel truly accept her? A few of my men have hatred for the humans that run deeper than their bones.
If anyone tries to lift even a finger toward them, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop myself from hurting them over myRhis.
Jax returns and I don’t have any more time to ponder over the future.
Looking like she has plenty to say as she sits down, she pauses as she gets a look at me.
With a gasp, she collects my hand and looks closer. Glancing at me for just a moment, she turns her attention to my other hand. When I tilt my head, she rolls her eyes.
“Your skin is no longer scarred,” she explains slowly, dragging each word out. “How is that possible?”
I didn’t realize how much she’d noticed my wounds for her to realize they are no longer staining my dark skin.
Looking at my hands, I’m not surprised. If anything, I’m more confident than ever. Jax is my soulmate. Her body is not just meant for mine, but our souls aid each other. This is all the proof I need to state our union as fact.
Our healing abilities are sourced straight from our souls. Unable to heal as we should, aRhisis capable of filling in the gaps as long as they’re not poisoned by the human’s curse. Those who aren’t fortunate enough to find their other half can only wait for a cure to fix their damaged bodies.
Most of the time, the wait is too much. We’ve lost too many of our own in this fight.
“Would you accept the truth?” I ask her with a lifted brow. “You’ve denied all of my previous claims.”
Her brows furrow as she squeezes my hand.
“We are made for each other, my queen. You’ve healed me through this shared moment of ours. However, it would’ve been far more effective if you’d let me-”
Her cheeks grow warmer as she stops me from finishing my sentence. “You are perfectly fine enough to not need that.”
To think this warrior human can get embarrassed so easily.
She’s helped clear the fog momentarily. Until I claim her as mine, I’ll continue feeling this ache. One day, she will feel it too. She’ll see the string that connects our souls.
Jax abandons the bed and runs off in the direction of the bathroom once more now that she’s gotten her answer. Soon, the sound of the shower fills the room. All over again, temptation fills my veins and I can’t stop myself from stalking over to the door.
The glass is already fogged, leaving my imagination to fill in the curves of her body.
“Don’t even think about joining me,” she calls as she shifts. “How about you find me something to wear instead? My outfit is disgusting.”
I consider my options. I could ignore her orders and join her under the hot stream of water. However, I don’t want her to grow tired of my antics before the end of the day.
“Will your crew attack my men if I send one to fetch your clothing?” I ask as I rest against the frame with my arms crossed.
“Most definitely. Especially if they think I’m dead. Honestly, you’d be better sending me in there.”
“No.” The word passes my lips before I even consider her suggestion. Any minute she’s not within my reach is a minute I’m left suffering.
Jax sighs before clicking her tongue. “If you’re worried about us trying to escape, you don’t need to. You’ve harpooned my ship once, I’m sure your aim is just as good as it was before I came on board.”
“I will send someone.” Doubling down on my decision, I turn away. “I’ll be gone for a short period. Please take your time.”
Ignoring whatever complaints she throws out in my direction, I abandon the room altogether. Hesitant in locking her inside, I decide that just this once, I’ll test my trust.
I will not have her believing she’s here by force. Sure, I’m in no rush of letting her go, but I’m not trying to make her feel like my prisoner.
Walking quickly away from the living quarters, I head in the direction of the training room. Knowing I’ll find at least one member of the Sixth inside, my suspicions are confirmed when I spot both Galior and Kellan sparring.
The clash of their blades is loud enough to draw attention from the others in the room. Their moves are so fluid, each strike being met with a parry. Two even forces meeting with no look of an end.