Alien Romance: Hunter: Space Commander's Fated Mate (Space Beasts Book 3) by Alyssa Ezra Page B
Authors: Alyssa Ezra
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the defensive. She aimed to tire Jahan out or try to find some sort of pattern where it gave her an easy way to land a hit or stab. He lunged forward,
Juliet just dodging enough that she could only feel the tip of the blade graze her. She then backed away before he could swing it back for another slice. It went on like this several times, Jahan growing more and more frustrated as Juliet refused to hit him but managed to get away with only one cut, a shallow one at that.
“No wonder,” he muttered, trying to egg her on, “You’re a coward just like him. You’d do well as his mate.” Jahan smirked. “I haven’t seen Samara, though. Perhaps she was successful in seducing Zalgar.”
He found just what he needed to make Juliet take the offensive. Upset and thinking that she would have surprise on her side, the blonde moved forward, trying to slash directly for Jahan’s chest. Her opponent expected it, though, and kicked her legs, knocking her to the ground.
Juliet gasped and struggled to get up, but Jahan was on top of her pulling and ripping at her clothes and her hair. “See? Weak,” he growled, just as he started to get her shorts undone, “Don’t worry, earthling. This will be your best fuck yet.”
Juliet continued to struggle. She could feel hot tears rolling down her face and hated the fact that she was letting him see her cry. “Stop! Get off of me!” she screamed. But what was the point of screaming? Who would save her?
It was a moment of doubt that Juliet would regret. Jahan was undoing his own pants, finding it difficult to hold her still while he took his cock out, when she got colder. Realizing it was the lack of someone else’s body on top of hers, Juliet sat up quickly, backing away and grabbing her blade from where it’d fallen on the grass.
She kept backing up until she felt her back hit a tree, knife raised in the air firmly. Juliet couldn’t see who it was, but she could hear a struggle, a bunch of grunting and rustling in the grass, and the clanging of metal against metal.
She let out a sob when it grew quiet. Juliet had no idea who it was that had fought off Jahan, whether it was a beast or even a Dwynlin, or even Zalgar. Out of the four possibilities on the winner, there was only one that would actually save her, and even that was iffy, depending on if Samara really got to him.
“Juliet?”
Juliet should have let out a sigh of relief. She knew the voice instantly. Zalgar . He’d found her somehow. He knows these woods , she thought, And he’s the best hunter I know. Of course he’d find me . But what were his intentions? She still wasn’t sure.
Zalgar followed the sounds of her heavy breathing and crying. Juliet’s blue eyes widened when he came into sight. Upon seeing her blade still raised, he crouched to eye-level with her, hands raised in surrender. It was like he was approaching a scared animal, and Juliet knew that there were many similarities in that comparison. “Juliet… Put the knife down.”
“Where is he?” she asked, her tone harsher than either of them were used to, “And her? Where are your friends?”
He frowned. “They’re not going to bother us anymore. I took care of them.”
Juliet blinked back more tears. She felt pathetic. “I… I tried to fight him off,” she said, “I couldn’t do it. Did you kill him?”
Zalgar hesitated. “Yes. I killed him.”
“And Samara?”
“I talked to her. She wasn’t violent. Jahan has always been a rival more than my friend. He wanted to take what was mine, my job and…” Zalgar sighed. “You. It’s why he showed up early. She tried to stop him, but it didn’t work obviously.”
Juliet wiped with her free hand at her tears, erasing the evidence. “What, so she’s just going to let us go?”
He shook his head. “No, she’s giving us three days. If I agree to go through with our engagement when you leave.”
She
Juliet just dodging enough that she could only feel the tip of the blade graze her. She then backed away before he could swing it back for another slice. It went on like this several times, Jahan growing more and more frustrated as Juliet refused to hit him but managed to get away with only one cut, a shallow one at that.
“No wonder,” he muttered, trying to egg her on, “You’re a coward just like him. You’d do well as his mate.” Jahan smirked. “I haven’t seen Samara, though. Perhaps she was successful in seducing Zalgar.”
He found just what he needed to make Juliet take the offensive. Upset and thinking that she would have surprise on her side, the blonde moved forward, trying to slash directly for Jahan’s chest. Her opponent expected it, though, and kicked her legs, knocking her to the ground.
Juliet gasped and struggled to get up, but Jahan was on top of her pulling and ripping at her clothes and her hair. “See? Weak,” he growled, just as he started to get her shorts undone, “Don’t worry, earthling. This will be your best fuck yet.”
Juliet continued to struggle. She could feel hot tears rolling down her face and hated the fact that she was letting him see her cry. “Stop! Get off of me!” she screamed. But what was the point of screaming? Who would save her?
It was a moment of doubt that Juliet would regret. Jahan was undoing his own pants, finding it difficult to hold her still while he took his cock out, when she got colder. Realizing it was the lack of someone else’s body on top of hers, Juliet sat up quickly, backing away and grabbing her blade from where it’d fallen on the grass.
She kept backing up until she felt her back hit a tree, knife raised in the air firmly. Juliet couldn’t see who it was, but she could hear a struggle, a bunch of grunting and rustling in the grass, and the clanging of metal against metal.
She let out a sob when it grew quiet. Juliet had no idea who it was that had fought off Jahan, whether it was a beast or even a Dwynlin, or even Zalgar. Out of the four possibilities on the winner, there was only one that would actually save her, and even that was iffy, depending on if Samara really got to him.
“Juliet?”
Juliet should have let out a sigh of relief. She knew the voice instantly. Zalgar . He’d found her somehow. He knows these woods , she thought, And he’s the best hunter I know. Of course he’d find me . But what were his intentions? She still wasn’t sure.
Zalgar followed the sounds of her heavy breathing and crying. Juliet’s blue eyes widened when he came into sight. Upon seeing her blade still raised, he crouched to eye-level with her, hands raised in surrender. It was like he was approaching a scared animal, and Juliet knew that there were many similarities in that comparison. “Juliet… Put the knife down.”
“Where is he?” she asked, her tone harsher than either of them were used to, “And her? Where are your friends?”
He frowned. “They’re not going to bother us anymore. I took care of them.”
Juliet blinked back more tears. She felt pathetic. “I… I tried to fight him off,” she said, “I couldn’t do it. Did you kill him?”
Zalgar hesitated. “Yes. I killed him.”
“And Samara?”
“I talked to her. She wasn’t violent. Jahan has always been a rival more than my friend. He wanted to take what was mine, my job and…” Zalgar sighed. “You. It’s why he showed up early. She tried to stop him, but it didn’t work obviously.”
Juliet wiped with her free hand at her tears, erasing the evidence. “What, so she’s just going to let us go?”
He shook his head. “No, she’s giving us three days. If I agree to go through with our engagement when you leave.”
She
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