Her Mate's Secret Baby:Interstellar Brides, Book 9(3)

Well, I had the last laugh. Curtis was stuck here, on Earth, paying his  escorts to suck his dick and living inside that bank eighty hours a week  like a robot. I was the one going off on a sexy adventure in space.

God, I hoped my Trion mate was hot. Smoking hot. Drench-my-panties hot, just like the dream.

A bright blue light appeared in the wall to my left and the chair lurched sideways.

Startled, I looked up to see Warden Egara smiling at me. "Try to relax.  All planets have specifications for their mates. All modifications for  Trion will be made as part of your processing. When you wake up, you'll  be on Trion. You will no longer be a citizen of Earth. Your new mate  will be waiting."         

     



 

I leaned back, ready for whatever insanity was about to happen. Actually, I was simply trying not to throw up.

I was leaving home. Forever. I'd read the handbook. I knew what I was  getting into and knew I couldn't come back. But thinking and doing were  two separate things.

When the giant needle thing came at me, I flinched. When it stabbed me  just behind my ear, near the temple, I tried to ignore the pain as the  warden explained they were implanting neural processors to help me learn  the Trion language.

Cool.

The chair lowered me into a warm, blue bath and a feeling of calm  settled over me. I figured they were drugging me and I didn't care. At  least I wasn't about to lose my cookies all over this glamorous hospital  gown.

"Your processing will begin in three …  two …  one." Warden Egara gave a little wave as the wall slid closed behind me.

And then … nothing.





Chapter Two

Councilor Roark, Outpost Two, Southern Continent, Planet Trion



"Councilor!"

I turned at the voice and looked between the two tents waiting for the  owner of that deep voice to appear. The two suns made for a hot, bright  day and I did not have proper cover to linger outside. The young man who  ran toward me in the sand was newly assigned to my personal guard  detail. He was my cousin's son, eager and loyal, even if he was barely  over twenty summers. "What is it, Byran?"

True, he was young, but his body shook with a mixture of eagerness and excitement "She's here!"

When I frowned, he continued, "Your female. The alien from Earth."

My back went straight and the breath left my body as if I'd been punched  in the stomach. "My mate is here?" I asked. "The transport was to occur  when the first sun set." I scanned the sky in less than a second. "I  did not expect her for half a day."

While he stood at attention before me, as was appropriate considering my  rank, he shrugged. "I do not know the details, Councilor, but she is  here. I saw her." A look something akin to longing crossed over his  face.

"Is she beautiful?" I shouldn't ask him. For what could he say? No, sir, she's hideous? Of course not. Even if it were truth.

"She's incredible, Councilor. I've never seen a woman who looks like her."

I walked with haste to the small transport station, which was as  temporary and rustic as the entire outpost. Here for only a few days to  meet with tribal leaders in the area, I'd been shocked when the  Interstellar Brides Program notified me of my mate's pending arrival.  Even my parents had rushed from their comfortable and lavish home in the  capital city of Xalia to meet her, the future of our family, the woman  who would bear my children.

Pushing back the flap of the tent, I ducked to fit through the entry and  took in the small group of men. Standing in a semicircle, they looked  down at the ground at something, which I assumed was my mate.

It had been more than a month since I'd submitted to the Interstellar  Brides Program's matching protocols. I did not remember much of the test  itself. I'd fallen asleep and woken with my heart racing, a raging cock  and a feeling of complete satisfaction. I had no idea what type of  female I would be assigned, nor did I care. I simply wanted her to  arrive. Ruling was a lonely job, and as much as I admired and respected  my parents, they were cold comfort when I lay in bed at night. Alone.

Yes, there were Trion females aplenty more than eager to ride my cock,  but they all wanted something in return. Wealth. Status. Power.

But the female who had just arrived would want nothing more than my dominant hand on her body and my cock buried deep …

Clearing my throat, the men turned and bowed. Transport centers on Trion  were, by necessity, mobile, their location kept secret. The rebellious  faction of Drovers on the southern continent were aggressive and  determined. The Drovers wanted Trion to abandon our oath to the  Interstellar Coalition, to send no more soldiers, no more brides. The  Drovers believed our technology and stubborn tribal blood would be  enough to protect us from the Hive scourge.

They were wrong. I'd seen what was out there, in space. I'd been on the  front lines of the war. I'd served four years, as was required from all  Trion volunteers. And I knew, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that the  Drover factions were wrong.

The Hive would conquer us in a matter of weeks without the protection of the Interstellar Fleet.

Still, some refused to believe the truth. Because of this, the Transport  Outposts were moved often, their location kept secret from all but a  few. As a result, I came to be in the middle of the desert at Outpost  Two, the nearest transport station available out here in the wilds of  the southern continent. I was content in the capital, surrounded by  loyal guards and advisors, away from the complications and maneuverings a  visit to the outposts always brought about. At home, I could be with my  people, lead and rule them effectively. Here, I was constantly on  guard, every word from my mouth had the potential to start a skirmish  between tribes, a battle over resources, water or women. One hint of  weakness was all it would take to destabilize the region.         

     



 

I was never weak.

Here, councilors from all over Trion would meet, those meetings often  dragging out for days of rituals, ass-kissing and bargaining.

I had come to Outpost Two for such a meeting, but as soon as I knew my  mate would arrive, I'd done what I could to keep a low profile, waiting  for my mate. Waiting, and imagining what she might look like. How hot  her pussy would feel wrapped around my cock. I could almost hear the  soft cries of her pleasure as I took her from behind on the claiming  bench, over and over again.

Three days of waiting.

Now, the wait was over. She was here and I could make her mine and take her home. Finally.

I didn't say anything, just crossed the space and the men parted, allowing me, at last, to see my mate.

My eyes widened at her sleeping form. Her naked sleeping form. Her body  was ripe with curves, full, lush breasts led to a tapered waist. Her  skin was pale, no doubt untouched by the harsh desert suns. Her hair  shimmered softly in the light cast by a half dozen lamps surrounding the  transport platform. None had dared touch her, but I studied her  softness against the dark gray surface of the transport and worried that  the journey had injured her. Why was she not awake?

I stepped closer, crouched down in front of her and studied her delicate  features. Her lips were pink and full. Her face tapered to a slightly  pointed chin that I ached to kiss. Her golden hair looked as if it had  been woven with strips of pure gold from Trion's many mines.

She was stunning and I struggled with thought as my body reacted to her beauty. No wonder Byran had lust in his eyes.

No doubt, they all did. The men surrounding me. Suddenly, I became all too aware of their continued presence.

Fark!

Looking about, I yanked a long robe from one of the men's arms and  draped it over my mate, ensuring her gorgeous body was completely  covered. Only her head and neck were exposed. Turning my head, I looked  up at the men, who now looked abashed and nervous.

"That is my mate you have been ogling," I said, my voice sharp and cold.  "Since you were looking at her naked body, I assume you saw the disks  that indicated she has a master?"

Everyone's eyes lowered to the ground.

"Not one of you thought to cover her? Not one of you thought of her  modesty, that she is mine? That her body is solely for my pleasure, not  yours?"

My voice raised with each word and the last question was shouted. Everyone in camp must have heard me.

I stood to my full height and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Byran!"

The young man stepped forward, shoulders back, chin up. "Yes, Councilor?"

"Find the doctor and bring her here. Immediately."

"And your parents?"

Fark. I'd forgotten them in the surprise. They'd journeyed to the  outpost to meet my mate. Eager for me to continue the line of Trion  leaders with the next generation, they'd pressured me to take a bride, a  political match. As the dutiful son, I'd allowed them to parade women  before me for months. My position as councilor ensured I could have  chosen almost any bride from the capital, but I found I did not enjoy  their calculating looks or false humility. They were women born to  powerful families, pampered and protected. Arrogant and entitled. When  my mother insisted I choose one of them, I'd refused, and my father, for  once, had taken my side against his mate. He understood my desire for a  woman all my own. He wanted for me what he had enjoyed these last  years, a true mate, one perfectly matched to me, as my mother had been  to him. And so, I'd attempted to please my parents, my agreeing to take a  mate, but one of my own choosing. One matched to me. A perfect match.