Alien General's Beloved: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides) (42 page)

He told his warriors to take the enemies alive and lock them up, if they were willing to surrender. They would face the Elders as well, but Corden suspected their fate was going to be harsher than that of the technically unborn clones.

Before all of that, he recalled the Torons. One by one, the packs returned to the landing bay. There was no need to use big words with them and Corden was grateful for that. He made true on his promise, however, and delivered Worgen's head to the beasts. The body would stay with him and be taken to Briolina along with everything else.

The Torons accepted the head and boarded in silence. Corden said nothing, knowing what went on in their heads. After a bloody fight like that, the Torons were very grim as they hated resorting to violence. But like Corden, there was a part of them that was simply very, very good at it.

Corden arranged for them to be taken back to the
Flora
so the carrier could continue its long trip. He wondered how well that was going to go after all the deaths, but the flotilla that was supposed to accompany it had already been signaled and was en route to them. Besides, the general knew there was no chance they'd meet anyone worse than Worgen out there.

Finally, Corden called half of his men to the
Abysmal
to prepare to fly alongside him back to the Brion home world. In an ironic way, the dark ship
was
going to take them home after all, but it would not be the arrival they'd hoped for.

Corden himself, along with Tuven and Arben, were the last to depart the
Abysmal
. The two warriors were even more invigorated now that they were free at last. Only the death of Ilen was heavy on their conscience.

"He died a Brion," Corden said. "One day, so will you."

They nodded and the general could see the burden lessen. It was a good sign that they understood. To be a Brion. That was all they needed.

CHAPTER FORTY

Lana

When Lana left the dark ship for the last time, she made sure to take Helia with her.

The relief she felt was so great that it  threatened to bury her under it. The nightmare had finally ended and she honestly couldn't believe they'd survived to tell the tale.

Lana regretted each and every death that Worgen had brought, but watching the fleet and the
Flora
, she knew their escape was nothing short of a miracle.

And she was bonded for life to the man who
was
the miracle.

After Corden had left to make sure the
Abysmal
was no longer a danger, Lana had remained behind with Helia. She knew how important it was that the girl see that Worgen was really dead. Monsters like that were easily left in the minds of their victims. And since this one had originally been a legend, Lana was reluctant to make him a ghost story for the second time.

Helia had not wanted to approach Worgen at first, but Lana had made her come close enough to least see he was gone. After that, she thought they had both seen more than their share of death. The corridors of the
Abysmal
were filled to the brink with it, so they passed quickly and headed into one of the landing bays that
wasn't
covered in corpses. With every second, Helia seemed to calm down more, only letting out a quiet scream when she saw Torons.

Lana assured her the beasts were quite safe now, but she supposed that one would take longer to get over.

It was there that she was reunited with Corden again, relishing the chance to simply be in his arms. But Lana wanted more, so much more. Her mind's eye conjured images of a silent morning where no alarms called them anywhere. She would wake up and see Corden already awake, watching her with that amazing grin of his. And they would just stay there, safe and sound.

And it was all there, well within her reach. So close and so real she could almost taste it, but first they had to make sure no one needed them for a while. That meant dealing with the aftermath, so Lana made her way back to her ship.

She said goodbye to Helia, hoping that the girl would have more luck in the future. Silently she wondered if she was strong enough to go through with the rest of the long trip the
Flora
had in front of it.

That brought her to the more pressing question of her successor. The carrier had lost quite a few captains in a few weeks. The first was killed, the second murdered, and the third was going on her honeymoon.

The smile that Corden's name kept bringing to her lips fell when Lana remembered Yarel. She was at the bridge and had been about to surrender the command to the Palian.

"Who is the next in line?" she was forced to ask, sadness overwhelming her for a moment.

The crew pointed at a young Palian, one Lana thought she had seen handle Yarel's commands. That was good enough of a recommendation for her.

"All right," she said. "I pass the captaincy over to you. To be honest, I had no right to this in the first place."

"Commander Yarel thought very highly of you," the Palian said, smiling sadly. "He said you were the only reason we are still here."

Corden is
, Lana thought, but she supposed she had done her share.

In any case, the praise lifted her spirits a bit and she answered the smile.

"Take care of the
Flora
," she said. "In his memory."

"I will," the Palian promised. "And in yours."

Lana laughed softly and left the bridge in full confidence that the carrier would be fine. As she walked back to the bay where a Brion fighter was waiting for her, the emotion she felt was bittersweet.

The
Flora
had never been hers, not truly, but she felt attached to the immense carrier. After she had fought so hard to protect it, it was almost painful to leave. On the other hand, nearly every corner reminded her of the blood flowing down the decks, bringing back memories she wanted to forget.

No, it was good that someone else was taking the
Flora
wherever its destination was. Lana was content to know it was safe. The screens mounted on the walls showed her what was left of the fleet. One by one, the ships were leaving. Some seemed to take comfort from the presence of the Brion warships, reluctant to leave the
Claw
's protective shadow.

Many were already gone and Lana grinned, thinking of the amount of rumors this incident would create. She'd have to make sure she gave her own account to the Galactic Union, to make sure they didn't find a way to pin it all on the Brions.

Tuven and Arben were waiting for her by the fighter. Lana looked at the cut marks on their necks, thinking that was another irony. Corden was sending them to watch over her because they were the two warriors she knew the best despite what they had been.

"We are grateful," Arben said when they were on their way to the
Claw
.

Lana was watching the last ships of the fleet jump away. The
Flora
was the one that stayed the longest. Maybe the warp drives of the carrier took the longest to fire up, but Lana wanted to believe it was their way of saying goodbye.

"For what?" she asked.

"For you leading us to the bay," Tuven said. "We got the chance to help the general."

Yeah, I'm pretty proud of that one myself.

Lana nodded , watching the two warriors observe her. They both looked...excited? She didn't have to look far for an answer.

"We are going to Briolina now," she said. "If you don't mind me asking, what do you remember of it?"

The warriors answered with the first smiles Lana had ever seen upon their faces. They were shy at first, hesitant, as if they weren't sure if they'd earned the right to be happy.

"We couldn't forget," Tuven said. "But we still can't wait. It's been so long. It will almost feel like the first time seeing it."

Lana laughed.

"I guess that makes  three of us, then," she said.

Corden was waiting for them in the hangar of the
Claw
. Lana couldn't fight the smile that seeing him brought to her lips, even if she'd left him only an hour ago. The general answered with the grin she loved and Lana could already see the lazy mornings in her mind.

She hadn't even questioned it. Lana wasn't entirely sure which moment had made the bond real for her, but it had happened. A part of her felt like it was all going too quickly, that she was making a mistake by throwing herself head-first into the bond.

Maybe it was, but Lana didn't care. All she knew was that when she returned to the
Flora
, she hadn't even consider staying. Nor boarding some other ship to take her back to Terra.

Her heart was set on him and she couldn't deny it, didn't want to deny him anything.

The two warriors saluted their general and Corden answered.

"I have told Captain Frilen that you will report to him now," he told them. "You can find him on the R deck by the training arenas."

Before they were able to leave, Corden added:

"This will be hard. Much harder than fighting. My men will distrust you, but you are Brions. Remember your oaths."

Both nodded and left them alone at last.

"Do you think they will manage to adjust here?" Lana asked when Corden led her deeper into the warship.

"Yes," the general said, and there was no doubt in his voice.

Lana noticed how different the
Claw
was to the
Abysmal.
The hallways were still dark, but there was something comforting about it. Like the dimness of your own room, a cloak rather than a bag over your head. With a smile, she noticed that Corden's valor squares provided her with light and that his arm was around her shoulders, guiding her.

Lana had not made a choice to go with him. To be with Corden had been no choice at all. It had become the only life she could accept.

EPILOGUE

Lana

"I am so nervous," Lana said.

A week had passed since they left the fleet and the
Flora
. A week since Worgen had died and the nightmare had finally ended.

And Lana couldn't have been happier. She had had no doubts about the bond in the end, or about going with Corden to Briolina or wherever her
gerion
had to go. But if there was one small thing nagging at her, it was whether the passion between them was the result of just the danger or something bigger.

Lana had been prepared to admit a part of her had been afraid that after their horrible adventure was over, the desire would die after a while.

It did not. On the contrary, Corden could barely stay away from her and Lana responded in kind. She was sure that if Brion generals could get fired, Corden would have lost his job a while ago.

Jokingly, she'd asked him who was leading the ship while he was spending his days with her in the bedroom. Her
gerion
had laughed, assuring her that out of times of conflict, the flagship functioned quite well without him constantly on the bridge.

The
Abysmal
had been sailing by their side dutifully, with Captain Soren in command. Lana had no idea what was to happen to it or the clones, but Corden was almost certain the Elders would keep the legendary ship. After Worgen's appearance from their dark past, it had become obvious to the Brions that they were not as invincible as they thought.

The indestructible
Abysmal
would serve as the guardian of Briolina now instead of its destroyer.

Lana liked that idea, turning the ship that had brought so much death through the ages into a weapon of good.

As they were nearing Briolina, another warship had come to greet them and escort the
Abysmal
into its new home at high anchor above the planet. Corden and Lana were to appear before the Elders who had woken from their cryo-sleep especially for them.

That
scared Lana a little too, but at the moment, she and Corden were about to receive guests.

The general was lying on their bed, watching her frantic preparations with a smirk.

"Aria is Terran," he pointed out.

"I know," Lana said, smiling, "but you have no idea how important this is. There are exactly four other Terrans on Briolina. That's only
three
people I could talk to about human stuff. Four possible friends who aren't Brions."

"What's wrong with Brions?" Corden asked, teasing.

"Nothing," Lana shot back. "I just want to make sure I don't fuck this up."

"She'll love you," Corden said, rising up and gathering her in his arms. "They all will."

"You can't know that," Lana protested.

"I can," Corden said, kissing her. "I know you."

That was a horrible argument when it came to friendship, but something in his voice calmed Lana. She surrendered to the kiss, letting herself be swept away with the passion. The general's hands were already peeling her clothes off her. There wasn't much in the way, she had been in her underwear to begin with. Within seconds, she was bared to her
gerion
's lusty gaze.
Lana chuckled, biting his lip playfully before deepening the kiss further.

When the general lowered her to the bed, Lana struggled playfully.

"Hey, be careful," she laughed, "I don't have many clothes right now. If you ruin
these,
I'm going to have to go in a
sheet
."

Corden hummed approvingly, kissing his way down her naked stomach. Lana's mind emptied of protests, of anything really that was not her
gerion
's amazing, hot mouth. The general nudged her legs apart and Lana moaned in pleasure when he licked her pussy. Her back arched off the bed as she pushed herself closer to him. The general laughed, sliding two fingers into her.

Lana cried out. A week ago, she'd been worried that someone might hear them, but that concern was forgotten. Now she no longer cared if the whole
Claw
heard her. Brions didn't mind stuff like that anyway, so she was actually blending in.