Alien Sentinel’s Mate by Mina Carter
Epilogue
Three weeks later…
Breaking into the home of the president of Earth was not easy. It shouldn’t be easy, which was kind of the point. But nothing kept a nomad out. Ever. If they wanted in somewhere, they got in.
Gracie held her breath as the lock gave under her pick, and then she stepped through the door, sliding it shut silently. The room beyond was in darkness, so she paused. Waiting. Getting her bearings.
“I wondered how long it would take you to get here, Wilson.”
She didn’t so much as start when a familiar deep voice sounded from the darkness. There was the rustle of clothing and the next moment a light snapped on to reveal Cameron Murphy, president of Earth, sitting in a large leather lounge chair, a tumble of what looked like whiskey in his hand.
“Buchanan,” she nodded in acknowledgment.
He inclined his head, watching her with those pale, unnerving eyes. She’d always thought that like this, when he wasn’t wearing any of his personalities, he was like a shark. Any moment those eyes could go black and then whoever was in his sights was done for. He didn’t just kill. He destroyed. And someone had given the mad bastard the nuclear codes for the Terran empire. She didn’t know whether to be more scared for the Lathar… or for Earth.
“Since we’re using our Sunday best names. What do you want?” he rumbled, lifting the tumbler to take a swallow.
He wore just a pair of yoga pants that rode low on his hips, his heavily muscled, scarred torso on display. He was attractive, and once upon a time, she’d have climbed him like a tree if given the opportunity, even though he had more shadows than a forest at midnight.
Now… she had her own alien bad boy. Her husband. The thought filled her with warmth and happiness, but she didn’t let it distract her from her mission.
“I’m out.”
His eyebrow winged up at her blunt statement. “Is that so?”
She nodded, not moving. Murphy was scary intelligent. Any movement, even a hint of body language, would be analyzed and could give away far more than she wanted to.
“I see.” Another swallow, that strong throat moving as he watched her. “Do you want your original identity back?”
She watched him for a moment and then shook her head.
“Staff Sergeant Charlize Wilson died on Aquilan-four, in an IED incident,” she said firmly. “There was no family at the funeral. Let her stay dead.”
He nodded, something that could have been understanding flitting briefly through the backs of his eyes. They all joined the nomad program for different reasons. His were his own, as were hers.
“Noted. So… what’s next for you, Lady Vorr?”
She chuckled. “Nothing gets past you. Does it, Mr. President?”
He lifted his glass in salute. “Nothing. Best your new alien buddies learn that lesson and learn it fast.”
“Oh, I’m sure they already realize that,” she said and with a nod melted back into the darkness the way she’d come.
Her old life was over. Murphy had been the last link in the chain.
She was ready to start a new one with her handsome alien husband at her side.
* * *
A year later…
“Do all human babies sleep so much?” Seren frowned, looking down at the quiet little bundle in the cradle next to the bed. He could hear sleeping, contented snuffles but that was it.
“Yes. Unless you keep staring at him and wake him up again,” Gracie said, burrowing down into the blankets and sighing with contentment. The sound was very like those coming from the crib.
He shot her a disbelieving look. How she could be so laid back and complacent about things he didn’t know. They’d welcomed their son… their child… just three days ago, and she had slept half the time since then.
Which, he admitted, she was entitled to. Especially after what she’d been through to birth a half Vorr child. Even the healer had been a little worried given the size of their son compared to his mother. Vorr babies were apparently larger than human babies, but she’d taken the birth in her stride.
She didn’t know what this child meant, though. What his son meant. The firstborn son of the khaaitan of the Vorr. The first Vorr born to a mated pair in many years. He needed a round-the-clock guard and healers on call in case anything happened to him.
“You’re doing it again,” Gracie said without opening her eyes. “Come back to sleep. He’s not due a feed for at least an hour yet.”
“I will shortly. Go back to sleep.”
He couldn’t sleep, not with such a miracle in the room. A wealth of love filled him as he reached out to tuck the blankets more securely around the little boy. At the touch, the baby’s eyes opened, all sleepy and content as he looked up. Eyes identical to his looked back at him, so wise in the tiny face, and Seren smiled as he stroked the red hair on top of the baby’s head.
“Kayan,” he breathed. “My son.”
It was a good name. An old name.
In the original language of the Vorr it meant one thing…
…destined for power.
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