Possessive Alien’s Mate by Luna Hunter
Chapter Two
Thiray
Viliana has been busy.
It’s been two weeks since she landed on Earth, and she hasn’t rested for a single day. She is driven, focused and resourceful.
The more I see of her, the more I start to admire her. She has set up an impressive operation as she leads the Dohan in their search for human females. I’ve tapped into their communication network; not a word is uttered on their ship that I don’t hear.
They’ve chosen the human city of Seattle as their base of operations. Slipping through the Sol Alliance’s security net was child’s play for me, and it seems that even the technologically challenged Dohan were capable of it.
Their vessel has landed in an abandoned hangar on the outskirts of the sprawling megacity. My cloaked ship is parked nearby, on top of a decrepit, crumbling skyscraper. From my vantage point I have a perfect view of Viliana’s command center.
She has her own little routine that I know like the back of my hand. At 7:00, she takes a quick walk around the block to stretch her legs, to return to her vessel around 7:25. Around 8:00 she will reappear with wet hair and a cup of coffee. At 8:30 she will enter her ship, and work tirelessly for four straight hours.
I can see the code she’s working on my screens. I intercept every button press, every click, every swipe.
She is building some type of romance application. At first, I was puzzled, not to mention jealous, but she now has a working prototype and the meaning of her work has become clear to me.
Viliana is not searching for a partner. She is searching for suitable mates for the Dohan. It seems that the large brutes are physically compatible with the human females, based on the commutation I’ve intercepted. That is huge news.
It would certainly upset the Balance.
The thought of Viliana with a Dohan makes me sick to my stomach. If any one of them lays a hand on her, I will teleport in and make them pay for it. Only my hands should grace her perfect body, and even I barely deserve her beauty.
I take a deep breath and steady myself. No, the human female has not shown the slightest of interest in any of the big warriors. As adept as she is at weaving a romantic net for hapless single human females, she does not herself seem to long for a romantic tryst.
That thought hurts my twin hearts, but it does not matter. I will protect her all the same. She is meant for great things; I can feel it. Yssadril sends me visions of her on the surface of Thulara. I must make them come to pass.
I glance up at the sun. Viliana is late for her walk today. Strange. Fear grips my entrails in an instant, an unfamiliar feeling for a Thaana. Emotions distract and distort, and should be distrusted. Despite my rigorous training, these emotions are too strong and wild to suppress.
If anything happens to her on my watch, I’ll never forgive myself.
I pull up my viewscreen and check the feeds. Viliana is at her tablet, working, sending messages. Relief flows through my ice-cold veins. She is safe. For now.
It won’t last long. If the Dohan can mate with the humans, that will change the Balance. The Uttux will not allow it. They will come down hard and fast, and crush anything and anyone in their way. A billion deaths mean nothing to them.
Every second that Viliana is on this ugly planet, she is in grave danger. Sooner or later, I must save her. Part of me looks forward to it — the part I am ashamed of. I should not wish for it to come to pass, but I cannot deny that swooping in from above and whisking Viliana to safety makes my twin hearts swell with emotions that are both strange and confusing.
That such a beautiful creature can even come from such a desolate, heinous planet is a miracle to me. The humans have littered their planet with cities, covering its once lush, green surface with concrete. My readings tell me that billions even live underground, burrowed beneath the earth like animals.
The destruction doesn’t stop there. The humans pump poisonous gas into their atmosphere and dump toxins into their oceans. The total disregard for the Balance, for nature itself is obscene and deeply troubling. If Viliana wasn’t here, I would leave this place immediately, but this is where she is.
So, this is where I must be.
Viliana finally steps outside of the parked Dohan ship and pulls her hood down low. This is the moment I’ve been waiting on all day — the time when I get to catch a glimpse of her beauty.
My eyes narrow instantly as my heart rate increases. I take in every last detail of the human female. The way her cheeks dimple, how her nose curves, the beautiful shape of her neck… I store it all in my memory. Her baggy clothes cannot hide her gorgeous curves from my view either.
The female looks up for a moment, and she seems to be looking right at me. Impossible, of course. She cannot see me, for I am both cloaked and far enough away to be out of human sight.
Despite this, it still feels like she’s looking right at me. The human female shakes her head and heads into the stinking, teeming city of Seattle.
I follow.