ROMANCE: BAD BOY ROMANCE: Basketball Daddy (BWWM Alpha Male Billionaire Pregnancy Romance) (African American Unexpected Pregnant Contemporary Romance) (82 page)

There weren't many hiding places in the moon base itself, but a series of tunnels led deep underground several klicks away. Given the scope of these tunnels, it was almost impossible to be locked in by ground forces. It was why Brask had chosen this location for a base in the first place. There was a chance, however unlikely, that once he declared his intentions of setting up a colony, not under direct supervision of the Science Board, he would be branded a traitor, and the community he had built here would have to go into hiding.

For now, though, he sent Trafin with Libba to the tunnels. He needed to make sure she was safe in case things got out of hand. Hopefully, this could be resolved without violence, but he wasn't going to give up his human to the blasphemous dragon.

Brask's hands clenched and his fires smoldered, sending curls of smoke from his nose as he watched Din's transport ship land. It was worth more than all the supplies their agricultural department had received the previous year. Their farming equipment was falling apart, putting stlozyn lives at risk, and yet Din had a shiny new vessel to continue with his unethical practices.

This is what's wrong with our society. There is too much emphasis on research and not enough on keeping our people from starving. Are scientists the only ones of worth?

Din descended from the ship with half a dozen huge dragons behind him. Brask had to work at not smirking, seeing the thugs Din had chosen. He could tell from the way they strutted and held themselves that they were not Justice Keepers. If Din thought they would be able to stop the Justice Warrior, he was sorely mistaken.

He bowed slightly, reminding himself that the first rule of being a Justice Keeper was to avoid violence. With his hopes for the future especially, he could not afford to create enemies among the Boards. It would be best to try to reason with Din first.

"Science Alpha Din," he said, coolly.

Din nodded at him. "Justice Warrior Brask. Where is my…
the
human? If you hand her over now, I won't arrest you. You didn't know about the new laws when
you
took her from Earth, after all."

"Are we going to play games, Din? You and I both know that you stole her from her planet illegally with the express purpose of performing unethical experiments on her."

"I did no such thing." Din's greedy eyes swept over the other Justice Keepers who had gathered behind Brask and he shifted backward. "Well? Where is the woman?"

The Science Alpha really didn't understand anything. Brask folded his arms. He had elected to wear trousers and go bare-chested for this confrontation, just in case Din couldn't be made to see reason. It was looking like he had made the right choice.

"She's not here. If you think that I would hand her over to you so you can melt her down for her DNA to sell on the black market, you are sorely mistaken. But I have another solution to your
obvious
financial problems."

Din scowled but nodded once to indicate he was listening.

"I have a pint of her blood. The methods of synthesizing human DNA are public knowledge. All you need are her genetic marks and you can synthesize your own. There is no need to kill her so that you can sell human DNA to those who are too impatient to wait for the Science Board to deliver the cure to them."

Din folded his arms and tilted his head to one side, studying the Justice Warrior. "But that would be
illegal
, since I have not been given human DNA by the Science Board. If I accepted such an offer, you would arrest me as the Justice Keeper that you are. No, as a citizen of Bronæl, I must do what the Board asks of me, and bring the human back to the home planet and you into custody…" A wicked grin lit his face. "It would be a shame if something happened to the human while on the journey, though."

Brask smiled, revealing the teeth he had already begun to change into his beast's form. "That's what I thought you would say."

Din's eyes narrowed as Brask turned to the gathered Justice Keepers. "All of you know what is about to happen. I will defend my human mate and our unborn child against this dragon, since I have received no word directly from the Science Board about the truth of his statements. You can use that as your justification for why you did not intervene on his behalf."

Several of the Justice Keepers glanced at each other and walked away. Others stood straighter and strode forwards, hands turning to claws, fire flickering in their mouths. Brask heard a small noise from Din. The Justice Warrior transformed as he turned back, his beast form taking him, his fires flaring white-hot.

He leaped forward, roaring his challenge. The guard Din had brought with him shoved the scientist back towards his ship. Wings sprouted from their backs and they met the challenge. The largest clashed with Brask, claws tearing strips of scale from his side as a huge hand came at him. Brask clamped his teeth down on the dragon's neck, flipping him over his shoulder, and lunged towards the ship.

Two more guards blocked his way. One bellowed a bellyful of fire at him, while the other snapped his teeth and clawed at Brask’s eyes. Brask rolled, slicing at the belly of one while knocking the other away with a wing.

A dragon jumped onto his back, but the familiar form of Biryl knocked the attacker away. Din's transport ship was launching by this time, and Brask leaped into the air, letting loose his fires. He thought he heard Din shriek as he slammed his body into the ship. It plummeted back to the ground.

Brask punched a clawed hand through the view shield. He ripped Din out and threw him to the ground. The dragon cowered before him, fumbling with the weapons on his belt. Brask snorted. He was not going to kill Din, but he could make him fear Justice—

One of the thugs roared, lashing out. His tail whipped through the air as Biryl's jaws clamped over his throat. The spikes flew towards Din. Brask raced forward. He reached the scientist just as the spikes impaled his chest. A bloodcurdling scream filled the air.

There was a snap as Biryl broke the thug's neck.

Din's eyes were open, his mouth hanging loose. His eyes roved. His body jerked and lay still.

Brask released his beast's form, heart hammering in his chest. Whatever happened, his most important goal, other than protecting Libba, had been to ensure Din did not die. He was a scientist, helpless against the Justice Keeper's superior strength. Worse than that, Nylæq would blame Brask for his death.

Creator help us! What will happen now?

Biryl stumbled over to stand beside him, his expression grim.

Brask glanced around. The thugs Din had brought with him were all dead. Several of the Justice Keepers were nursing wounds, but a quick glance over them showed that none were badly injured. He had been right. While intimidating, Din's guard had had no idea how to fight trained Justice Warriors.

How much time did they have before Nylæq's wrath over the death of her son rained down on them?

"Prep the ships. Everybody who was involved in his attack must get to Bronæl to justify their actions. I'll get Libba. If I take her to the planet myself, then I can call for a public trial to prevent her pregnancy from being terminated."

His friend nodded, and Brask quickly took his beast's form again, taking to the air. Grimly, he realized that even if the public found his actions to be justifiable, he would be relieved of his rank for what had happened here. He had led his Justice Keepers to kill. Such a thing was inexcusable for a Justice Warrior. His dreams of being permitted to start a colony where religion and science mingled in peace were shattered.

But Libba is alive. Din didn't get his slimy hands on her.
The tightness in his chest eased. In the end, she was worth it.

***

When he found Libba and Trafin in the tunnels, his human shouted at him, demanding to know why he hadn't let her know he was safe. Brask was surprised at her anger, but if he had had more time would have been pleased that she was worried about him. Given the circumstances, though, he didn't have time to soothe her. Instead, he grabbed her and headed back to where the ships were ready to go.

She screamed profanities at him the whole way there, though she fell silent once he released his beast form and hurried her into a ship.

Once they were underway, he explained what had happened. Libba's face went white as he spoke. Brask wanted to comfort her, but he didn't even have the chance. As soon as he had told her Din's fate, Biryl interrupted them.

"You need to see this," he said grimly, handing the Justice Warrior a tablet.

Dread had his fires smoldering, but Brask took the tablet and activated the holograph that was waiting. An image of Din's dead body appeared and Brask bit back a snarl.

"What is this?" Libba asked, moving closer to Brask. He could feel her shivering and put an arm around her, pulling her close to him.

"It's a news broadcast."

That wasn't the worst of it. Brask was being blamed for the events on the moon and accused of killing Din himself. His defiance of the Science Board in refusing to hand Libba over was already being talked of. The death toll had been tallied, and every death was laid at Brask's feet.

"There is a warrant out for your arrest," Biryl told him, taking the tablet back.

Brask snorted. "Alive or dead?"

"Alive. Thank the atoms of the universe for that."

"Thank the Creator," Brask muttered. He frowned. Was the Creator the atoms of the universe? Was Libba right when she said that science was their god?

Libba jumped to her feet. "This is bullshit! Din would have killed me. Why are you being arrested for something you didn't do? Who betrayed you? I'll kill them!"

"It doesn't matter." Brask rubbed his temples. "Tell the crew that whoever wants to leave is free to do so. I will take Libba away from here on my own."

"Unlikely," Biryl snorted. "You're not going anywhere without me."

"Can't you just explain what really happened?" Libba grabbed Brask's arm. "It's not fair!"

Brask embraced her. "I know. But until I am assured of a public trial, I can't risk returning. I certainly can't risk taking you there. Your pregnancy will be terminated…" An awful thought hit him and he swallowed hard. "Unless you want to be free of me. If you want to go directly to the planet and not be in the crosshairs—"

"Like hell I'm leaving you," she muttered, burying her face into his shoulder. "Libba Ross doesn't quit. I'm not letting anything happen to you or this baby. Got it? You can't get rid of me that easily."

Brask was filled with overwhelming gratitude. Cupping her face in his hands, he pressed his mouth to hers. She responded eagerly, passionately, tangling her fingers in his hair and her tongue with his.

Neither of them noticed when Biryl slipped out of the room, giving them their privacy.

Libba fought down waves of nausea, nibbling at a root of some sort that Brask assured her would help with the morning sickness. It had gone away for a little while, only to return full force once she was in her final trimester. She was bigger than she had expected, but there wasn't the proper medical equipment on board to check how her pregnancy was progressing.

Just one more thing to worry about.

She sat on her bed, head against the wall as she watched the latest news broadcasts from Bronæl. The image of a large dragoness was on nearly every broadcast frequency now. She was Nylæq, Din's mother, the reason he had been able to get away with breaking so many laws. She was apparently a former member of the Science Board and still held a lot of sway in the goings-in on Bronæl. And she was frustrated that, after five months, they still hadn't been able to catch Brask.

"My son's death is a shocking display of traitorous intent from Justice Warrior Brask," she said, looking directly into the camera.

Libba had seen this particular clip often enough that she could almost quote it.

"I invoke my right as a mother whose son was slain to place my own bounty on Brask's head," Nylæq continued. "Grants for a year of research and a new research vessel to every person who helps bring him in. In the meantime, I cannot rest while that traitor is free, and I will search for him myself. The dragon must be brought to justice."

"Off," Libba ordered, and the broadcast blinked out. She bit off a larger part of the root, hoping to quell the queasiness that still churned her stomach as the baby kicked her in the ribs.

If he hadn't rescued me from Din, he wouldn't be in this position. He wouldn't be an outlaw, watching all his dreams go up in smoke.

Her nausea got worse with the thought, and Libba closed her eyes, fighting against it. So what if she was pregnant, she wasn't going to turn into a puke machine. She'd give herself a couple of minutes to feel better, and then she was going to go and find Brask and find out what they were doing now. Last time she had asked, they were headed for an uninhabited planet that could still sustain life to restock their water stores.

Getting out of this stupid ship and being able to breathe some fresh air would probably help her feel a little better. Living in space was difficult, but given the alternative… Well, space was the better choice.

The door opened and Libba sat up straighter, swallowing her mouthful of root, as Brask came in. He was wearing the same pants and shirt that he had donned after leaving the moon base. His shoulders were slumped, his mouth drawn into a tight line. Though he tried to hide it, she knew that he was worried about Nylæq coming after him.

When he laid down on the bed beside her, Libba could feel that his skin was cooler than normal. And no wonder. He was stressed and tired. They only had half a dozen crew members with them, and a ship this size needed twice that many to run smoothly.

At least he had been sleeping with her whenever he had an off shift. It felt better to have him with her.

"How close are we to the planet?" she asked, trying to keep her voice as even and no-nonsense as possible.

"We'll get there tomorrow." He gave her a small smile as he put a hand on her swollen belly. "How are you feeling?"

The nausea was fading, so Libba shrugged. "Pretty good right now."

"Good." His hand rested on her thigh. "I'd like to take off your clothes and expend some energy I don't have, and I'd hate to do that while you were feeling sick."

It must have been pregnancy hormones, because that sounded so good that Libba was hardly able to stop herself from ripping off her pants just at his words. But she knew how much Brask enjoyed the sensation of undressing her himself.

"Are you sure you feel up to it?" she asked, worried that he was exhausting himself.

"I need you right now," he whispered. "I might be tired, but being inside you will help me feel better."

He kissed the top of her belly, making Libba sigh. She combed her fingers through his hair, enjoying the connection she felt with him. If they had met on Earth at a club, she'd have brought him home the moment she saw him and begged him to marry her the first time they had sex. Even in this situation, she had a hard time stopping herself from blurting out that she loved him every time he entered her.

She let her thoughts drift away, arching her spine towards him as Brask's mouth moved up, kissing first one clothed breast than the other. They had gotten much more sensitive over the past few weeks. Her dragon tugged her pants down to her knees, cupping her with a hand as he searched for his target with one strong finger. Libba moaned.

"I've reached out to a Human Rights organization," he said, not easing his ministrations. Libba could hardly pay attention to what he was saying.

"Human Rights… Why?"

"To protect you and the child from the Science Board's decision to end your pregnancy."

Libba's eyes opened again. She pushed Brask's head from her breasts, her brow furrowed. "Are you going to send me away?"

"If I have to for your protection—"

She yanked away from him. "Like hell! I'm not leaving you. Never, not for anything."

Brask held up his hands. "Libba—"

"Do you hear me? I'm not leaving. You're the one who took me away from Din, you're the one who got me pregnant, it's your responsibility to keep me close by. This baby will be born in two months, and it isn't growing up without its father, and I am sure as hell not giving you up. I don't freaking care about Nylæq or the freaking Science Board. You're not going anywhere, and neither am I. Understood?"

Her dragon shook his head, but an admiring smile crossed his face. Her hands clenched and she glared at him, daring him to try to change her mind. Brask held his arms out to her.

"Come here, Libba. I'm not leaving you. I'm
never
leaving you."

What the hell? Why was there a lump in her throat? Her eyes filled with tears as she returned to her dragon's arms. She clutched him, kissing him fiercely. She wasn't going to let him go. Not now, not ever. She didn't care what happened to her. Whatever happened, it was going to be her and her dragon facing all of it.

Brask brushed his lips against her cheekbone and focused on her neck. "Now," he said, undoing the fastenings on her clothing, "about taking off all your clothes…"

Libba moaned, clutching him tighter.