Alien Romance: Hunter: Space Commander's Fated Mate (Space Beasts Book 3) by Alyssa Ezra
Authors: Alyssa Ezra
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Jahan had been walking towards her slowly, and Juliet was reminded of the fight Zalgar had gotten into with the Dwynlin, how the Dwnylin had fought similarly, elegantly. Jahan was the same in that he didn’t have Zalgar’s size in his favor, but neither did Juliet. He would overpower her, surely.
Defensive, Juliet reached for anything that could be used as a weapon. At the movement, Jahan rushed forward, pinning her hands against the counter and pressing his hips firmly into hers. Juliet could feel his length poking into her thigh, and she fought to get away.
“You’ll have to forgive me,” Jahan said quietly, “I didn’t expect this to happen with a human. Maybe that’s why Zalgar’s kept you around.” Juliet shifted her knee, trying to get it in the right position. “He’ll understand. Zalgar is a man of war, and the rape and murder of women is just another part of that war.”
Juliet grit her teeth. “Not this time, asshole.” With all the force she could muster, she pushed out with her chest. It wasn’t much distance, but it was enough for her to bring up her knee as hard as she could into Jahan’s groin, snagging one of his blades in the process.
The man groaned and doubled over. “Bitch,” he muttered, and started after her again.
This time, Juliet ran to the left, going to the opposite side of the table. Her chest was heaving, adrenaline pumping. She didn’t even care that she was fighting while naked now, exposed and vulnerable in the most literal sense.
Juliet had one blade, and she had to believe that she was going to get out of this alive, or at least long enough for Zalgar to come back. If he comes back , a small voice said miserably, If he hasn’t already been won over . The young woman shook her head, as if that could shake away her insecurities. No, not after last night. Remember last night .
Jahan looked both aroused and angry, and Juliet knew that was not a good mix. She moved slowly around the table, just as he did, stalking her. This time, though, she refused to be the prey. When he stopped walking, Juliet did the same, maintaining the distance between them.
Thinking on her feet, she shoved the table forward into his gut as hard as it would go. She didn’t have much time after that to think, knowing that she had to incapacitate her attacker as quick as possible.
Juliet hopped over the table now that Jahan was distracted. The bag she’d been packing fell to the ground with a loud clanging, the jars banging around inside. The other remaining jars that she’d left on the table while perusing through everything fell to the ground as well, some of them shattering. Gripping the blade tightly in her hand, just as Zalgar taught her, she aimed true, stabbing it in Jahan’s arm.
Jahan let out a loud, angry yell. She didn’t wait for him to retaliate, grabbing pulling the blade out of his arm and grabbing the supplies. Juliet only had just enough time to grab her clothes off the floor before she ran out of the cave.
Adrenaline pushed her forward, just as it had a month before, numbing the stinging pain in her feet from the shards of broken glass that came from the jars. Juliet ignored it completely, running until she was completely out of breath.
It was only when she sat down that she felt the pain, hissing when she looked at her bare feet. Most of it was shallow, easy enough to get the glass out. Juliet got dressed quickly, darting through the forest on just her toes to avoid the pain.
Finally, she found what she was looking for, the stream. She sighed with relief, dipping her feet in to wash away the blood, next washing Jahan’s blood from her new blade and her hands. Juliet worked methodically, keeping as quiet as she could be. The area that she was at was covered in shrubbery, but someone who was actively seeking her would probably find her in no time.
She tried to think of Zalgar, what he would think about
Jahan had been walking towards her slowly, and Juliet was reminded of the fight Zalgar had gotten into with the Dwynlin, how the Dwnylin had fought similarly, elegantly. Jahan was the same in that he didn’t have Zalgar’s size in his favor, but neither did Juliet. He would overpower her, surely.
Defensive, Juliet reached for anything that could be used as a weapon. At the movement, Jahan rushed forward, pinning her hands against the counter and pressing his hips firmly into hers. Juliet could feel his length poking into her thigh, and she fought to get away.
“You’ll have to forgive me,” Jahan said quietly, “I didn’t expect this to happen with a human. Maybe that’s why Zalgar’s kept you around.” Juliet shifted her knee, trying to get it in the right position. “He’ll understand. Zalgar is a man of war, and the rape and murder of women is just another part of that war.”
Juliet grit her teeth. “Not this time, asshole.” With all the force she could muster, she pushed out with her chest. It wasn’t much distance, but it was enough for her to bring up her knee as hard as she could into Jahan’s groin, snagging one of his blades in the process.
The man groaned and doubled over. “Bitch,” he muttered, and started after her again.
This time, Juliet ran to the left, going to the opposite side of the table. Her chest was heaving, adrenaline pumping. She didn’t even care that she was fighting while naked now, exposed and vulnerable in the most literal sense.
Juliet had one blade, and she had to believe that she was going to get out of this alive, or at least long enough for Zalgar to come back. If he comes back , a small voice said miserably, If he hasn’t already been won over . The young woman shook her head, as if that could shake away her insecurities. No, not after last night. Remember last night .
Jahan looked both aroused and angry, and Juliet knew that was not a good mix. She moved slowly around the table, just as he did, stalking her. This time, though, she refused to be the prey. When he stopped walking, Juliet did the same, maintaining the distance between them.
Thinking on her feet, she shoved the table forward into his gut as hard as it would go. She didn’t have much time after that to think, knowing that she had to incapacitate her attacker as quick as possible.
Juliet hopped over the table now that Jahan was distracted. The bag she’d been packing fell to the ground with a loud clanging, the jars banging around inside. The other remaining jars that she’d left on the table while perusing through everything fell to the ground as well, some of them shattering. Gripping the blade tightly in her hand, just as Zalgar taught her, she aimed true, stabbing it in Jahan’s arm.
Jahan let out a loud, angry yell. She didn’t wait for him to retaliate, grabbing pulling the blade out of his arm and grabbing the supplies. Juliet only had just enough time to grab her clothes off the floor before she ran out of the cave.
Adrenaline pushed her forward, just as it had a month before, numbing the stinging pain in her feet from the shards of broken glass that came from the jars. Juliet ignored it completely, running until she was completely out of breath.
It was only when she sat down that she felt the pain, hissing when she looked at her bare feet. Most of it was shallow, easy enough to get the glass out. Juliet got dressed quickly, darting through the forest on just her toes to avoid the pain.
Finally, she found what she was looking for, the stream. She sighed with relief, dipping her feet in to wash away the blood, next washing Jahan’s blood from her new blade and her hands. Juliet worked methodically, keeping as quiet as she could be. The area that she was at was covered in shrubbery, but someone who was actively seeking her would probably find her in no time.
She tried to think of Zalgar, what he would think about
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