Farron'S Rebellious Mate (English Edition) (Lords of Arr'Carthian 2.5) (2 page)

“I think you would have enjoyed the tour with Rodriff,” Mia said with a laugh. “All this technical stuff. Maybe his friend, Samrick, could give you a tour tomorrow. He is single, too!” Mia winked. “Oh boy! This is a dream come true. A whole spaceship full of sexy, muscled singles.

Jenny rolled her eyes.

“I’m not into muscles,” she said. Memories of a white haired muscleman popped up and she flushed.

She coughed to mask the true nature of her flushing.

Mia looked at her concerned.

“You alright?”

“Yeah,” Jenny rasped and forced a weak smile. “I’m okay.”

“Umm. Why are you here if you’re not interested in girls-dreams-come-true?”

“Because of the adventure, of course,” Jenny explained. “I’ve always thought that there has to be life out there, somewhere in the universe. And then this …” She made a gesture to her surroundings. “A real spaceship! How could I say no – to something like this?”

“Still, I can’t see why you could not come with us tonight. Nobody will force you to start something with one of the sexy hunks. But who knows? Maybe you’ll fall for somebody after all. There’s worse than getting one of these hotties as a mate. I’ve heard they are good lovers and they‘re not cheating. After all those assholes, that have been cheating on me the last years, I can see nothing better than a life with Rodriff.”

“Fair enough – but nothing for me,” Jenny replied. “But I am happy for you.”

“I give up!” Mia sighed. “Listen! – You coming, or what?”

Jenny sighed.

“K! I’ll come. – One drink, then I’ll leave!”

Chapter 2

Jenny

Jenny glanced around nervously in the overcrowded bar. She couldn’t see any guy with white hair and sighed in relief. Obviously Farron wasn’t at this party. She could be happy that she would not have to meet him, but for reasons she didn’t quite understand, she felt disappointed.
 

“Quite some party here!” Mia shouted over the noise of the music. “There is Rodriff! Come! I want you to meet him. And Samrick. That’s the guy next to him. The one with the green shirt and brown hair.”

“Mia!” Jenny said sternly. “I’m not here to flirt with any man!”

“At least you can talk to one!” Mia decided. “The guys don’t bite!”

“Have heard some different things there,” Jenny murmured, but followed Mia, as she dragged her along.

“Hi guys! This is Jenny. – Jenny, these are Rodriff and Samrick,” Mia introduced.

“Nice to meet you, Jenny,” Rodriff said.

“Hi,” Samrick greeted with an open smile.

Jenny nodded her head in greeting. She felt Samrick’s interested gaze and tried to think of a way to escape without offending anyone.

“What do you want to drink?” Rodriff asked.

“We don’t know your drinks here. Just get us something not to strong,” Mia answered and gave Rodriff a soulful glance.

Rodriff smiled but Jenny had an uneasy feeling about that guy. Something about him was - off. Maybe, because his smile didn’t reach his eyes? Or, because his gaze lingered too long on her bosom? – She couldn’t tell, but she didn’t trust this bloke.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” Rodriff promised and went.

“And who is the lucky dad?” Mia asked Samrick.

“Over there – the table in the corner,” Samrick responded, pointing with his finger. “The blond guy with the yellow shirt.”

Jenny’s and Mia’s eyes followed his finger, and Jenny froze. Next to the new daddy sat Farron. He laughed about something, a black haired woman at his table had said. Jenny felt an unfamiliar pang of jealousy. Then he turned and their eyes met. Time seemed to stand still. Jenny couldn’t take her eyes off him. Her heart pounded hard in her chest.

“Jenny?!” Mia startled her. “Jenny! Your drink!”

Jenny turned to her roommate, who held out a glass with a purple drink. She took the glass and took a sip. The drink tasted sweet and fruity, but after a few more sips, Jenny felt that the drink held more alcohol than expected. She felt a bid dizzy.
 

‘
Hopefully it’s only the alcohol
,’ Jenny thought. Was it possible that somebody put something in her glass? Maybe Rodriff? She eyed him suspiciously and goosebumps crawled over her skin.

‘
I should see that I get back to my room. Mia will not notice me leaving anyway
.’

Jenny put her glass onto a table and looked around. Farron was chatting with his friends and she took her time to check him out. Why was it that she was so fascinated by him? He seemed to have forgotten her already over the black-haired girl he was flirting with. With a strange feeling in her chest, she turned away and examined Mia and Rodriff, who were busy kissing.

‘
I should warn her to be careful with that bloke
,’ Jenny thought. She made a few steps in their direction, undecided.

‘
Probably, Mia will not listen to me anyway
,’ argued her inner voice. ‘
Maybe I’m wrong about that guy. I am not an expert when it comes to men, after all.
’

Jenny shook her head. What was she to do? One thing was clear: she wouldn’t stay here any longer. She felt light-headed. After some moments of reflection, Jenny turned and pushed herself through the crowd towards the exit.

The next morning Jenny awoke with a headache. Groaning she rolled onto her side and gingerly opened her eyes. Mia was sleeping in her bed and Jenny felt somewhat relieved that her roommate made it back home safely.

She must have slept deeply, for she hadn’t heard her friend come in. How long had she been sleeping? A glance to the digital clock showed her that she had slept through the whole morning. It was nearly one o’clock. The drink must have had some affect on her. She wasn’t used to alcohol and there was still the possibility that her drink was drugged.
 

At least she had made it through the night unharmed. Only her damn head was killing her. She had to do something. She would go to the medicine ward to get something for her hangover.

She stood up with some difficulty.

“Ouch!” She winced and put a hand to her throbbing head. “I’ll never drink again! Fuck!”

Mia turned in her sleep, mumbling softly. Jenny was tempted to get back into her bed, but her headache would keep her awake anyway. She would have to get something from the healer. Gingerly, so as not to move her head more than needed, she put on her clothes.

The alien technic always surprised her. The healer had put a palm-sized device to her temples and her headache immediately stopped. Even the drowsiness and dizziness faded and she felt fit like she hadn’t in a long time.

“Thanks! That was incredible,” she thanked the healer enthusiastically. “If only we had such technic on earth.”

“Milady you wouldn’t benefit from it there anymore,” the healer put it. “On Karrz7 you’ll get the best medical care. But milady shouldn’t drink so much alcohol. It does you no good.”

“I only had one drink,” Jenny defended herself. “But I suspect that somebody put something in it.”

“Put what in it?” The healer wanted to know. “What does milady mean?”

“I suspect that somebody put some kind of drug in my glass. Some men on earth do that to make women submissive and numb.”

The healer shook his head.

“Carthian men don’t do such things,” he said firmly. “We try to win our mate with charm – not with drugs.”

“Why then had that drink such strong effect on me?”

“Perhaps Mylady is not used to our drinks. They are quite strong.”

“That may be,” Jenny replied. “I’ve never drunk much and am obviously not used to much.”

The healer nodded in agreement.

“Can I do anything else for you?”

Jenny shook her head.

“No, thanks. I’m fine now. Actually I’ve never felt better. I feel like a million dollars.”

Jenny jumped off the bed and gave the healer a smile.

“How so ever, thanks a lot for the miraculous healing.”

“Oh, that wasn’t a miracle at all. No, no. That was a very simple medic procedure. It’s a pleasure to be able to help milady.”

“Okay, I’ll be on my way then. Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank for. Have a good day, milady.”

“You too,” Jenny replied smiling and left the ward.

Jenny felt fit enough for another exploring of the ship and pushed the button for the elevator. A little later a green light told the arriving of the elevator and the door opened with a little jingle. Her smile froze.

“Hello,” Rodriff greeted with smug grin.
 

The way he let his gaze wander over her body made her uneasy. She wanted to turn and run, but that would only prove that he unnerved her, and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. She stepped inside the elevator, even if she didn’t like the thought to be alone with him.
 

“Hi,” she said a bit too frosty.

“Where to?” Rodriff asked.

“Four B!”

Rodriff pushed the button and the door closed. The elevator launched. Jenny pressed herself into the elevator wall, to be as far away from the creepy alien as possible. She held her gaze trained on the door, but could see his bulky frame out of the corner of her eyes. She couldn’t understand what Mia saw in him. Sure, he was good looking, but he had something creepy and repelling to him. She sensed his gaze on her and stifled a shudder.
 

The elevator came to a halt and the door opened. It was floor four B. She pushed past Rodriff, relieved, and rushed through the open door.

Farron

„Farron!“

Farron stopped and turned around. He was on his way to his quarters, to have a meal.

“What is it, Lamahrr?” He asked the young officer, who had called him.

“A call for you. You’ve not been on your post and you communicator seems to be offline, so I came looking for you. Why did you turn off your communicator?”

Farron looked down to his communicator, hanging on his belt and frowned.

“I’ve no idea, why it is offline,” he said and pushed the button to turn the device on. Nothing happened.

“It must be broken.”

“Give it to me. I’ll have it checked. But your call is waiting. Should I redirect it to your quarters?”

“Who is it?” Farron requested sullenly, even if he knew well enough that only one person who could want to speak to him so urgently that it couldn’t wait ‘til he got back to Karrx7. – His father. Surely he only wanted to remind him of his responsibilities as the royal prince – again.

“His Highness. Your father,” Lamahrr confirmed.

“Put him through,” said Farron with a sigh. The last thing he wanted to do just now was to argue about the damn dispute again.

The sexy girl from earth currently occupied his thoughts, her picture vivid in his mind. She came to him even in his dreams. He wanted to feel her in his arms again, her lips soft against his own. The way she had responded to his kiss made him hope for more. She would be the perfect mate. Farron was sure that he would never get tired of her. She had fire. Though, she tried to suppress it. He wanted her with fierceness, he never felt for any woman before. Though, woman on his planet were rare, and his experiences limited to a few short romances he had with women he met on his travels, he knew instinctively that Jenny was different. The other women were like colorful glass stones, while Jenny was a precious germ, cut to perfection.

„Farron?“ Lamahrr’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Put that call through,” he said again to the officer. He unfastened his communicator and gave it to Lamahrr.

“Okay! I’ll bring you a new communicator.”

Farron nodded and continued on his way.

“What is it!” Farron asked without preamble, when his father’s image showed on the communication screen in his room.

“We have a situation!” King Morrhon answered grimly.

Farron could see his mother, Queen Licija, in the background. She looked tense and unhappy. A pang of uneasiness came to him, but he pushed the unwelcome feeling aside and held the unyielding gaze of his father without blinking.

“What kind of situation, and what has that to do with me?” He asked coolly.

“What that has to do with you?” His father exploded and his silver-grey eyes blazed with rage. “You are the crown prince. You could show a bit more interest for your people and your obligations to them. And, after all, you are the cause for the present situation.”

Licija rushed to her husband’s side and put a hand reassuringly on his arm. Her bronze eyes found Farron.

“Could you two talk like sensible adults for once?” She said annoyed. – “Let me speak with Farron!” She directed at her husband.

The King nodded grimly and folded his arms demonstratively, as he leaned back into his chair. Licija turned back to Farron.

“King Lathar made clear that the rejection of his daughter is an act of insult and a lot of the Mesuthomer, and also our own people, are very upset about your behavior. You don’t give a damn about the fate of your future subjects, instead you travel through the galaxy for years now. Your father gets to old for ruling these people and it’s about time that you take your rightful place. You …”

“I …,” Farron tried to explain.

“Don’t interrupt me!” The Queen cut him off sharply.

Farron copied his father and crossed his arms in front of his chest. With a grim expression, grinding his teeth, he sat back in his chair without noticing how alike he and his father were. It was their similarity that made any discussion between them impossible. Both had a pig-head and struggled to see the other’s point of view, let alone accept it.

“You have to finally take on your responsibilities. Since Lady Violynn’s death things are very tense between the Mesuthomer and us. An alliance between the house of the Arr’Dragon and the house of the Arr’Lothian could secure the peace for once.”

“THIS alliance isn’t possible!” Farron put in resolutely. “At least not between Dijola and me. What about prince Ferrek or Jorrigh? One of my brothers could mate the princess.”

“You are the oldest!” King Morrhon interfered. “The heir to the throne! King Lathar will not be satisfied with a younger brother. And what the hell do you mean with:
it’s not possible
?”