Page 45 of Captured By the Alien Captain
I don’t think I like this member of the Sixth. Feeling like he’s the leader of the group, he’s got this smugness about him. He’s right and he knows it, calling me out with ease.
“The king will want this fighting to be resolved before his return.”
My frown grows at his words. “And what happens if my words are enough? What if humans don’t want to call an end to this mess?” Sighing softly, I stroll over to the glass panes and enjoy the stars as I usually do. “What if I make it worse? How forgiving is your king?”
He leans against the wall and crosses his arms as he thinks about the answer. “In truth, I have never known him to be forgiving.” At the slump of my shoulders, he dares to chuckle. “However, you are not just anyone. You are hisRhis.I believe he will not hold it against you.”
At the mention of the word, my fingers lift to graze the bandage.
“Okay.” Sighing softly, I pull my attention away from the stars. “Fine, let’s do this and get it over with.”
We head off in the direction of my ship. When we enter, the strangest thing happens. I expect to feel a sense of relief being back on my ship. Instead, all I can think about is how much further I am away from Runar.
Is this what love is, always missing the other? This is a sensation that’s going to take some getting used to.
We make our way toward the meeting room, and I feel his eyes watching as I type keys.
“You may want to step out on this one. No offense, but you might make them think you’re holding me hostage.” Taking in the way he’s touching the handles of his blades, I fight the urge to chuckle.
Parting his lips to defend himself, he pauses before nodding. Without a word, he drifts out of the room leaving me by my lonesome.
Taking in a deep breath, I type away until I’m ready to record my message.
Something tells me it’s going to take a few attempts to get the perfect take.
Many know me as a hothead, but most respect my word. The amount of times I’ve thrown myself in the face of danger for the survival of humankind has gotten me where I am in the first place.
My sister has been put through the wringer to fix this poison our kind has created.
Now it’s my turn to finish this fight. No matter the outcome, I’m the one who needs to lead those who are willing to put down their weapons.
Reaching forward, I tap the button to start the recording.
12
Runar
Jax may try to take my head.
After dealing with Kellan’s death, and Varrum having been the one to deal the final blow, I had no choice but to boot him off to live on another planet.
There’s the rule of never killing our brothers, no matter the circumstance. The punishment is typically death, but after Varrum saved us with his arrows, banishment was my best option.
Flora, being hisRhis, insisted on sticking at his side. Therefore, she took the banishment as well.
Jax will definitely try to take my head.
Feeling exhausted from having her gone from my side, I’m left waiting for her return. Galior isn’t around, so I’m sure he’s keeping a close eye on her.
Jax may not fully comprehend how important she is. The one to determine the future is her.
Running a hand down my face, I sigh. Resting in the captain’s chair, I rotate so I can look at all those who keep the peace. So many races work together communicating through the universe to make sure nothing goes wrong. Soon, I’m hoping to be able to see a human or two among everyone else.
As my fingers tap against the armchair to help get out this bundle of nerves of the undetermined future, I straighten up when I spot Galior in the distance. Right behind him, my mate.
Moving to stand without a second thought, I save them both time by meeting them halfway.
I gain a few stares when I suddenly pick up Jax and crush her against my chest. This will be a view they’ll get used to. After going hours without seeing her after having such a perfect night, I’m in desperate need of some contact.