Daegon: Alien Warlord's Conquest (Scifi Alien-Human Military Romance) Read Online Free PDF

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    But, he did not believe it. The raiders cared for the shrine even less than the Union did. All it was to them was a bargaining chip, something to hold against the Corgans.
    No, the attack was a message of war.
    "Look how far we've come," it said. "Beyond the borders. Beyond your worlds. Right on top of your shrine. We are seeing the blue of your eyes. You are weak ."
    The implications made Daegon's blood boil.
    At least he had the Wraith . Most Corgan ships were hardly worthy of being called warships. They were massive but lacked the firepower to match their sheer size. But Rudion, Daegon's former lord, had taken a different approach.
    He had said it was a shame the Corgans had no considerable power in open space and so he'd commissioned the Wraith . It was unlike any other Corgan ship and even Daegon wouldn't dare boast knowing everything about it.
    He could only guess that Rudion hadn't done it alone. The ship's build spoke of Palian design. The old chieftain had to have bargained some deal with the wise, peace-loving species. Although they were the guardians of the galaxy, they were nevertheless capable of building pretty much anything, and so the Wraith had been born.
    Daegon suspected that the Yemalan had been the direct reason for that. And now the ship and Rudion's clan served him and would come handy against the raiders.
    The Yemalan were a wild, savage species living on the outskirts of explorable space. Corgan territories lay between them and the Union, making them even less known to the Union. Short, wiry and bad-tempered, the Yemalan were like the twisted mirror image of the Corgans. With no honor to guide them and no obedience to anyone but their own hunger and greed, they were like Corgans unleashed.
    All the more reason to hate them – they were the ugly reminder of how bad the Corgans could have been. Daegon wondered if he should point that out to Zoey, but she would probably see soon enough.
    Hurrying through the ship, the warlord thought about her, glancing at the woman by his side. Zoey's safety was quickly becoming an issue, with the alarms signaling that Yemalan pods had breached the outer core of the ship. It was how they waged war – trying to capture enemy ships – but Daegon welcomed it.
    The Wraith had plenty of guns to defend itself, and the shields were good as well, but his warriors wanted real battle. To see eye to eye with the enemy and smell the blood in the air.
    The bridge kept reporting the state of the battle to him. Outside, Nadar Brenger's clan was defending the holy world, as well as providing support from the surface. The smaller ships and the Wraith 's fighters were battling the Yemalan strikers.
    The mothership that had spawned all of them waited further, out of active combat, not wanting to come too close to the Wraith . It was hiding behind their vessels, trying to keep the planet between itself and Daegon.
    Soon, the warlord knew, they would pull back and leave the mess they’d caused behind. Whether they would achieve their goal, which was to create more tensions between the Corgans, depended on his actions in the next few minutes. The raiders wanted to show Nadar's weakness, even if the chieftain wasn't on-world.
    That would not do. No matter what Daegon thought of the chieftain personally, he couldn't allow the Corgans to be weakened like this. Not before the Union, and definitely not in front of the Yemalan.
    "Aim for the mothership," he ordered the bridge. "Try to provoke it into battle."
    Even as he was saying that, Daegon knew it wouldn't work. The Yemalan had figured he would stay to defend the shrine and not go for the prize. They were safe where they were, while the faster, more agile strikers could pick away at the Wraith.
    Considering his mood, boarding would probably not have been the enemy's smartest move.
    Only where did that leave Zoey? Even in the midst of the confusion and the blaring alarms and reports of first contact with the enemy, Daegon's