Alien Romance: Hunter: Space Commander's Fated Mate (Space Beasts Book 3) by Alyssa Ezra Page A
Authors: Alyssa Ezra
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her running away without him. “He won’t even notice,” Juliet thought to herself bitterly, scrubbing out the last of the glass.
With her feet taken care of, she let them rest for a couple of minutes, but then was back up on her feet. Without shoes, Juliet had to be careful of where she stepped, and cursed herself for the fact that this was going to slow her down.
She still had no idea where she was going, but she decided that following the river downstream was as good a plan as any. If there was anything she learned in school, it was that civilizations often formed around rivers and other bodies of water. Though that was based purely off of earth history, it was all the university student had at this point.
It hadn’t been long, less than an hour, when she started to feel eyes on her. Juliet quickly reached for her blade within the pack. She didn’t know what she hoped for, a beast or someone she knew.
Deep down, she wanted it to be Zalgar, but those chances were slim. And at least with a beast, she’d spent more time training on how to hunt those. She’d never been taught to kill. It wasn’t something Juliet or Zalgar ever saw coming, though maybe they should have. In that moment, while “alone” in the forest, Juliet wished that was a skill they’d focused on.
“Hello?” Juliet called out, feeling stupid as soon as she said it. This isn’t a horror movie , she chastised herself.
No one answered her. The blonde stood completely still, ears straining to hear any sort of sound. But there was nothing besides the birds, the bugs, the water, and her own breathing. Still, Juliet couldn’t shake the feeling. A hunter is always patient , she remembered, When he’s patient enough, his prey will come to him.
Juliet stayed completely still. She waited and waited and waited . It was agonizing, not knowing what was out there. Juliet was so used to running away, fleeing, but she forced herself to stay still, to keep her bare feet planted in that soft, earthy spot. And then, she heard it. She heard him .
The bushes rustled, but he was out in a moment, a war cry escaping his lips. Juliet ran from her spot, darting to her left when she heard him come out from behind her. She turned around just fast enough to find Jahan.
The cloth of his sleeve was drenched in deep red from where she’d stabbed him. There was a fresh anger in his eyes, a fury Juliet had never once experienced. It made all the air escape from her lungs. The Dwynlin had been scary enough, but this? This was true fear, a real, trained killer ready to rip her apart.
“You thought you could hide for long?” Jahan asked, laughing, “Do you even know where you’re going, you pathetic, little thing.”
Juliet smirked. “Little thing? Look who’s talking,” she replied. If he wanted to mock her, she could do it right back. Even if she was literally shaking in panic. “You’re no Zalgar.”
Jahan spit on the ground angrily, pointing his blade at her. “Zalgar ran away from his life as a commander, all because he couldn’t handle his orders. What kind of man is that? Hm?” He looked like an angry child, ranting, and he was starting to sound like it, too.
It was an observation Juliet needed to take herself more seriously than she took him, to feel like she had the upper hand. Confidence is key, she reminded herself. “I’ll show you what a real man feels like. It won’t be gentle, earthling. I’ll make you regret ever showing your face on Rolq’thos.”
“Believe me,” Juliet sighed, spreading her legs apart on the ground for a fighter’s stance. Her mind searched through the memories of Zalgar fighting beasts, and especially when he fought the Dwynlin. She had to fight. No amount of running was going to save her now. “I’m already regretting it.”
She decided against fighting like Zalgar, not having his size and strength. Instead, Juliet worked mostly on dodging, playing
With her feet taken care of, she let them rest for a couple of minutes, but then was back up on her feet. Without shoes, Juliet had to be careful of where she stepped, and cursed herself for the fact that this was going to slow her down.
She still had no idea where she was going, but she decided that following the river downstream was as good a plan as any. If there was anything she learned in school, it was that civilizations often formed around rivers and other bodies of water. Though that was based purely off of earth history, it was all the university student had at this point.
It hadn’t been long, less than an hour, when she started to feel eyes on her. Juliet quickly reached for her blade within the pack. She didn’t know what she hoped for, a beast or someone she knew.
Deep down, she wanted it to be Zalgar, but those chances were slim. And at least with a beast, she’d spent more time training on how to hunt those. She’d never been taught to kill. It wasn’t something Juliet or Zalgar ever saw coming, though maybe they should have. In that moment, while “alone” in the forest, Juliet wished that was a skill they’d focused on.
“Hello?” Juliet called out, feeling stupid as soon as she said it. This isn’t a horror movie , she chastised herself.
No one answered her. The blonde stood completely still, ears straining to hear any sort of sound. But there was nothing besides the birds, the bugs, the water, and her own breathing. Still, Juliet couldn’t shake the feeling. A hunter is always patient , she remembered, When he’s patient enough, his prey will come to him.
Juliet stayed completely still. She waited and waited and waited . It was agonizing, not knowing what was out there. Juliet was so used to running away, fleeing, but she forced herself to stay still, to keep her bare feet planted in that soft, earthy spot. And then, she heard it. She heard him .
The bushes rustled, but he was out in a moment, a war cry escaping his lips. Juliet ran from her spot, darting to her left when she heard him come out from behind her. She turned around just fast enough to find Jahan.
The cloth of his sleeve was drenched in deep red from where she’d stabbed him. There was a fresh anger in his eyes, a fury Juliet had never once experienced. It made all the air escape from her lungs. The Dwynlin had been scary enough, but this? This was true fear, a real, trained killer ready to rip her apart.
“You thought you could hide for long?” Jahan asked, laughing, “Do you even know where you’re going, you pathetic, little thing.”
Juliet smirked. “Little thing? Look who’s talking,” she replied. If he wanted to mock her, she could do it right back. Even if she was literally shaking in panic. “You’re no Zalgar.”
Jahan spit on the ground angrily, pointing his blade at her. “Zalgar ran away from his life as a commander, all because he couldn’t handle his orders. What kind of man is that? Hm?” He looked like an angry child, ranting, and he was starting to sound like it, too.
It was an observation Juliet needed to take herself more seriously than she took him, to feel like she had the upper hand. Confidence is key, she reminded herself. “I’ll show you what a real man feels like. It won’t be gentle, earthling. I’ll make you regret ever showing your face on Rolq’thos.”
“Believe me,” Juliet sighed, spreading her legs apart on the ground for a fighter’s stance. Her mind searched through the memories of Zalgar fighting beasts, and especially when he fought the Dwynlin. She had to fight. No amount of running was going to save her now. “I’m already regretting it.”
She decided against fighting like Zalgar, not having his size and strength. Instead, Juliet worked mostly on dodging, playing
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