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

thoughts kept returning to her.
    The female was rushing alongside him now, not asking any questions, trying hard to not be in his way. Her skin was soft and divine under his fingers and he ached to caress her instead of holding her arm firmly in his grip.
    "Can you fight?" he asked, not expecting anything good from a politician.
    "I know which end of the gun shoots, yes," she replied. "All Union officials have to go through mandatory training. Basic combat, weapons, some stealth lessons. I was just about to ask you for a gun so I wouldn't be completely helpless."
    The beat of his hearts was thundering as he looked at the female, steadying herself in the chaos of the warship.
    She was nothing like he'd imagined the ambassador to be.
    He ordered a crewmember to surrender his gun to her, knowing he'd get a new one almost immediately. Zoey took the weapon and weighed it in her small hands. It was shorter and better suited for her than the long, sharp rifles the Corgan warriors carried.
    "Alright," she said after she'd made sure how to use it. "Thank you. I'm glad I didn't get one of those blades. I think I would do more damage to myself with those than to the enemy."
    Daegon grinned, but then the situation on the ship caught his attention again. Up ahead, he could see a troop of Yemalan soldiers coming closer. Crouching, ugly creatures with wide mouths filled with four rows of razor-sharp teeth.
    They were unnaturally pale, with wide noses and round, wet eyes. Daegon saw Zoey wince when she took her first look at them, but after the initial shock, she cocked the gun and took aim.
    "You should hide," the warlord suggested, shielding her when the enemy began to shoot. "Find a quiet place and don't come out until I've purged this filth from my ship."
    "What about you?" she asked, the concern obvious in her voice.
    Daegon almost laughed, but her sincerity made him weaker than any wound ever had. There she stood, dazzling in her defiance, worrying about him . He stood more than a head taller than her and was an accomplished warrior, even more so. His name alone had made Yemalan troops flee before, and it would again, if he stooped to such low tactics.
    And Zoey, so defenseless in her tight little robes, wondering if he would be okay.
    "I will find you when this is over," he promised. "Now go. I will become a target very soon. With me, you're bound to be one too. Hurry, before they see you."
    Taking one more look at him, her gorgeous green eyes shining, Zoey nodded and rushed down the corridor behind him. Daegon watched her go, making sure the approaching troop didn't see where she was heading.
    He stood between them and her, and when she rounded a corner, the warlord turned to the creatures that had dared to board his ship.
    No words were necessary, no taunts. The Yemalan wouldn't back away now and he had nothing to say to them. Daegon charged into their ranks alone, his warriors knowing better than to linger around for a fight he could easily win.
    The Yemalan were armed with short spears with three sharp tips like a trident and an electric glove that sent a nasty shock through anyone who let it touch their skin. It was fair to say that anyone a Yemalan touched would die, then again, anyone who let them come that close was dead anyway. Corgans had learned it the hard way when they first waged war against them. It was no coincidence that their armor covered everything but their faces and their bodies were coated with a substance that lessened the shock.
    The Yemalan were shorter than Daegon, but damnably fast. The double blades in his hands worked mercilessly to keep them away from him. Blood ran on the deck as the warlord turned and jumped, cutting down enemies as he advanced. He was mindful not to let any of them pass him, just in case Zoey had decided to stay close by.
    The Yemalan screeched their battle cries at him, but he didn't understand them. Few Corgans spoke their language. It had become obvious centuries ago that everything