Alien General's Beloved: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides) Read Online Free PDF

quickly became clear to Lana that what he liked about her was her spirit. And the girl from the pod had been right about that as well. The mad, dark general wanted to become even more powerful through her. Lana didn't want to give him any advantages. So from then on, she swallowed her pride and was as quiet and timid as she could possibly make herself. If Worgen noticed that trick, he said nothing. He simply kept her around while every day a new ship fell to the trap of the escape pod.
    The small fleet around the Abysmal grew, but as much as Lana tried to contact the others, there was no one who had even an inkling on how to fight the Brions. They had to rely on smaller vessels traveling between the ships now, carrying their messages due to the broken comm links, and it made conversations hard and cryptic. Eventually Lana gave up on them.
    Sheep, she thought. Sheep lining up for the slaughter. What do you think he'll do to us once he figures out we're of no use?
    Already there were rumors that Worgen had started to kill those he deemed unfit to be his bride. Lana had no idea if that was true or not, but it made her all the more intent to keep her own crew safe, at least what was left of it.
    Begrudgingly, she had to admit that there wasn't much she could do. Brion units patrolled her ship day and night, keeping an eye on her and looking for any signs of trouble.
    The only comfort to Lana came from the fact they hadn't found the hidden women yet.
     
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    Every time, it got worse.
    And by worse , Lana thought grimly, more and more dangerous , both for her and her crew. She was playing with fire, going to see the hidden women herself, when she knew that she was under constant surveillance.
    That bothered her, but it didn't change the facts. She was their captain, and her responsibility to them didn't go away when it was uncomfortable or threatening.
    Lana hated the sneaking, though.
    Creeping around like a thief on her own ship, it wasn't only weird, it was humiliating.
    Through the immense panels, she saw the Brion warship looming over the Raptor . There was no night and day in space, but Lana felt like the Abysmal brought darkness with it, cast a shadow over everything it touched. The Brions had searched every inch of her ship, but apparently their scans hadn't picked up the hidden women. Lana thanked God that the Abysmal didn't seem to have the technology to uncover the shields that helped cover the body heat. After all, her ship hadn't picked up the warship before it was too late. They both had weaknesses, then.
    She was nearing the cargo bay which provided the access to where the women were hiding when the walls of her ship started talking to her.
    In a deep and calm voice that sent shivers down her spine, the darkness said: "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
    Lana froze on the spot.
    Not more than five feet ahead of her, there was an alcove, nothing more than a little corner. She'd assumed it was empty, but a figure stepped forward from the shadows, detaching itself from the cover of it. If she hadn't seen it happen with her own eyes, Lana would have thought it impossible. There was simply no room to hide, no convenient background to blend into.
    Yet in the place where a moment ago there had been nothing, now stood a man.
    Lana's heart skipped a beat.
    She'd seen many Brion warriors in the past weeks, more than her share. More than she would have liked, of course, but this one... He was nothing like them.
    Instead of the cold, silent emptiness that the captain had seen in the looks of General Worgen's men, this new one observed her with flashing, burning green eyes. Like a furnace, they raged with life, but Lana had no doubt he was capable of dealing out death as he saw fit. The warrior was even taller than Worgen, carrying confidence around him like a cloak.
    He was standing before her, seemingly relaxed, but Lana felt more overpowered than when she'd had a blade at her throat. The warrior's wide shoulders and