Alien General's Fated: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides)

 

 

 

ALIEN
GENERAL
'
S
FATED

BRION BRIDES

 

BY

VI VOXLEY
 

A LITTLE TASTE...

 

"You are unbelievable, General," she said, but her voice was shaking.

Ryden stopped, but his eyes were burning with passion.

"Here we are, right in the middle of a galactic war," she went on, pulling the robe tighter around herself. "And you think it is okay to walk in here and propose that we fuck like nothing out of the ordinary is going on!"

"I find nothing odd about that," the general said.

Aria was running out of places to run. Her rooms were nice but small. They were in a tiny hallway leading to several other accommodations. Aria's back was nearly against the wall, but she barely noticed. Her eyes hadn't left Ryden since she'd seen him waiting for her. It was like they were glued to him, unwilling to pull free.

"It is all the more reason," he went on. "If I am to fight the Clayors, I might die. You might die. I would rather face my death after tasting you, having a memory of what you sound like when you beg me to fuck you."

Aria's breathing stopped for a moment before her heart started beating very fast. Finally, she said, "That is
unbelievably
morbid. I take it you haven't spoken to a lot of human women, General? We don't like thinking about dying. We don't find that arousing."

The general came even closer and there was no more air between them.

"Neither do we," he said quietly, pressing Aria against the wall.

"I don't believe you," she stated, but her voice was failing her.

So was her body. Her hands were brushing against his, her body arching to meet him.

"We don't desire death," Ryden said. "There is nothing glamorous about dying; there is only glory in an honorable death. But we do not shy from it either. Before we die, we want to experience the most that we can. And I stand by my words. If death comes for me, I would be glad to have spent my last days with someone like you."

Aria moaned when Ryden pressed his lips to hers, pulling her up into his arms.
 

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Alien General's Fated

Brion Brides

Book 5

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

A LITTLE TASTE...

 

TABLE OF CONTENTS

 

CHAPTER ONE

 

CHAPTER TWO

 

CHAPTER THREE

 

CHAPTER FOUR

 

CHAPTER FIVE

 

CHAPTER SIX

 

CHAPTER SEVEN

 

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

CHAPTER NINE

 

CHAPTER TEN

 

CHAPTER ELEVEN

 

CHAPTER TWELVE

 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

 

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

 

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

 

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

 

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

 

CHAPTER NINETEEN

 

CHAPTER TWENTY

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

 

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

 

CHAPTER THIRTY

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

 

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

 

CHAPTER FORTY

 

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

 

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

 

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

 

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

 

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

 

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

 

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

 

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

 

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

 

CHAPTER FIFTY

 

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

 

EPILOGUE

 

ALIEN GENERAL'S BELOVED EXCERPT

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER ONE

Ryden

 

The world was ready for a change, he could feel it.

The signs where clearly visible all around Ryden, there to be noticed and understood. He was a Brion, which meant belonging to the most feared species in the galaxy. It was less glamorous than it sounded, because dangerous creatures were always the biggest threat to themselves. After only narrowly avoiding civil war, they were on the brink.

One way lay madness, giving in to their violent nature and becoming the terror to others half the galaxy believed them to be anyway. The alternative was showing even greater strength than that of the power of arms, and
refusing
to become those monsters.

Contrary to what most thought of him, Ryden believed only the second option held any future, but it was a treacherous path.

The captain looked around. He was standing in the midst of other ranking officers in the biggest meeting arena on the warship
Conqueror
, and it was more crowded than ever. The air was thick with anticipation, with emotions threatening to boil over. In the dim light, the valor squares on the necks of the gathered warriors shone brightly and furiously.

Something was coming, but none of those present were sure what it was exactly. The options were many, and none of them pleased Ryden. A captain always had his ear to the ground, listening to the ship's pulse, its beating heart.

Change was in the air, but it was not yet clear if it would be for better or worse.

Ryden knew he was one of the few people in the room who sensed the brink so keenly. He could almost feel the sharp edge of the blade they all stood on, unknowingly deciding the fate of the Brions for the coming generations.

Yes, he believed it. The only way to go forward was to rein in their terrible inner core, force it to obey
them
and not the other way around. But he knew it was difficult to say the least, because he could feel the temptation as well as they all did. And the funny thing was...

Not funny at all, actually.

Ryden turned his eyes to the man standing in the middle of the arena. General Hagen was, in a way, the reason why it was all happening.

He wasn't a bad man, nor a lousy warrior. He couldn't be called incompetent or a horrible tactician. The truth about him was much worse, in Ryden's mind. The problem with the man who was about to die very soon was that he was
competent
and that was it; that was all that could truly be said.

The old general was doomed, because it was the wrong time to be merely good enough. Ryden figured that of all the fifteen Brion warships, only a few were teetering on the edge of the knife like they were. Most of the generals had a strong, secure grip on their ships and their warriors, but Hagen was letting the leash slip, and the end had come. One of his warriors would challenge him and whoever emerged victorious from the duel would rule over the
Conqueror
, and guide the ship to its new destiny.

The funny thing was... to ensure that the dark days of the Brions wouldn't return, blood had to flow. One way or another, there was no escape from it. Words had their time and place, so did inspiring by example and other non-violent ways of leadership, but this was not one of them. The only way to prove you were worthy of commanding an army was to show you had the might to take it.

The expectation was so heavy in the arena that it seemed to suffocate the warriors present. General Hagen hadn't said a single word since he called them there. He was a Brion like all of them and he undoubtedly predicted what was coming. All that remained to be seen was who would be the one to break the silence, step forward, and gamble their life.

Ryden closed his eyes and listened to the crowd. A warriors' senses were so sharp it was difficult for him to drown out meaningless noise, like the breathing of the non-military personnel, or the beating hearts of those too inexperienced to utter a challenge. And among them, a silent clearing of a throat, and a little farther a roll of shoulders, and a deep breath somewhere to his right.

He wouldn't accept any of them as his general. They all burned too brightly, too close to the dangerous path of mindless violence instead of a purposeful one.

Ryden opened his eyes. The decision had been made.

"I challenge General Hagen," he said.

 

The old general slowly turned to face him, as Ryden felt the gathered officers let out a collective breath. For some, it was one of relief, for others one of disappointment. He guessed a few were
very
disappointed. If he lived through the next hour, he'd have to see about those.

He stepped forward and the warriors parted way for him to pass, closing after him until only Ryden and the general were left in the middle of the circle. Still, complete silence reigned, but it was no longer filled with anticipation. Instead, the quiet was almost holy, revered.

General Hagen looked at Ryden with his cold gray eyes. He was broad-shouldered and tall like the captain himself.

It seemed to Ryden as though there was a glint of gratitude in the general's eyes. He didn't seem surprised in the least. After all, it had been Ryden who had warned the man a challenge was coming.

"Captain," the general said.

"Sir," Ryden replied.

It was not how he'd wanted his promotion. Ryden had been fighting for his place ever since he'd been a child, always keeping the prize before his eyes. His own flagship, leading an army. And he had killed many men to get to his position, some of whom had been perfectly decent warriors. He would kill many more. It was simply the way things were done.

This was different, though. All the while he'd been arrogantly boasting that he would be the next general, he'd been hoping Hagen would step down. It wasn't
unheard
of; after all, the Brion Elders needed warriors in their ranks as well. Hagen would have fit in perfectly with the rulers of their people. But even after it had become clear he'd die on his ship, Hagen had refused to leave.

Ryden respected that. It merely wiped the grin off his face, stopped his boasting, and removed the arrogant swagger from his walk. It was all an act anyway.

He stood there before the general a simple captain. At least Ryden had the comfort of the general approving. More than once, Hagen had hinted he would prefer Ryden to succeed him.

It didn't mean he'd give him any quarter.

Slowly, Ryden brought his long, heavy battle spear on guard. Without a word, Hagen did the same. The arena flashed brighter than day when he attacked. More than a hundred valor squares were pulsing in excitement, illuminating the room to a degree where it was hard to see.

But Ryden saw all. The squares on Hagen's neck were telling him everything as he attacked and parried, one blow after another. The general knew he'd die, but he wasn't going to make it easy for the captain. The spear in his hands was mercilessly aimed at Ryden, at times coming so close to slashing his throat it hurt without actually touching him. Time passed in unknown ways until Ryden couldn't be sure if they'd fought for minutes or hours.