Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Wh—”
I gasp as he shoots around me so fast, I barely have time to react before his arm wraps around my middle and he begins carrying me through the sea of tents as if I weigh nothing at all. Nothing stops him, not my screams for him to let me go, not my elbows to his stomach, or me crashing the back of my head against his chest, which actually just ends up hurting me. When we reach a group of humans, I swallow my pride to plead for help, but none come to my rescue. Some of the ladies hands go to their mouths in shock, while others look afraid and confused. Good. Let them see the truth of the aliens they're so desperate to fly off with.
“Father!” I shout so loudly that my throat begins to ache.
But it works. I see my father come walking through the flaps of his tent. He rushes towards us, his brows furrowed in concern.
“Wait!” he calls out.
Halun does pause at that. I release a sigh of relief. My father won’t let him take me. My father will make some sort of deal with him. My father—
“Let me say my goodbyes.”
“What?” I croak, in utter disbelief at his words. “You can’t let him take me! I- I’m going to fight alongside you. The way you always promised me I would.”
His eyes are sad, but determined as he answers, “I want you safe, Luna. I’m a father, and above all, I want you safe. Look at what’s already happened to you.”
“Yes, look at what they did to me, and you would deny me justice in exchange for safety?”
“I love you, Luna. I have from the moment you opened your eyes, and I always will. So, I have to do what I think is best.”
“What about—”
“Goodbye, my darling,” he cuts me off.
“Father, don’t do this!” I shout at his retreating back.
Halun begins moving again, and I start hitting him again while screaming and shrieking for my father to look at me. He doesn’t, not as Halun carries me up the ramp, each thud of his boots against the steel a promise that I will never see home, or my father, again. I disappear into the ship, and the loss of sun as Halun carries me deeper into this steel trap seems fitting. It matches the betrayal I feel. The helplessness I’m desperately trying to push away. And the rage now simmering in me. As for the rage, I know just who to take it out on.
I go slack in Halun’s arm and feel his body slump with what he thinks he’s gained from me. Submission. Surrender. Never. Hallans look at us with raised brows and shocked expressions as we pass them, but not a one asks what’s happening or tries to free me. Why should I expect one of them to defy their kidnapping prince for me, anyway?
We reach an empty part of the ship, only a single Hallan at a desk in what looks like some type of receiving area. He only gives Halun a nod before I’m carried up a set of steps. Halun places his hand to a silver door, and it slides open. He takes me inside the massive room and the moment the door closes, he sets me down. And the very second he does let me go, I bring my foot back and kick it between his legs as hard as I can. All it earns me is a shock of pain on the top of my foot and the barest of grunts from Halun. And, of course, when I look at his face, he has that sickening smirk firmly in place.
*
“Was that your way of trying to find out what’s between my legs?” I taunt her.
“Nothing much from the feel of it.”
I’d be upset at that comment if she wasn’t actually telling the truth. With my security suit on, my privates are protected. I’d activated it when I waited for Luna to try and run, as I knew she would. Just as surely as I knew she’d tried to harm me. I don’t fault her for it at all. Instead, her fight turns me on. I make sure to put all the way in the back of my mind though that everyone else in camp saw her fighting me while bringing her aboard as well. There are sure to be many consequences from the course I chose to take, but I knew that when I decided to take her. Because the only other option was leaving her behind, and that wasn’t really an option at all.
I prefer to focus on my mate standing before me, chest heaving with her effort to harm me, her eyes blazing with an anger that only turns me on more, and her hands balled into fists that are clearly ready to strike me at any moment.