Page 53 of Loved By the Alien King
Ahead of us, Nera was already making her way across the shoreline toward the edge of the jungle. Sunlight shimmered over the drops of water clinging to her skin. Her wet dress hung heavier, revealing the tops of her perfect, plump breasts and hugging her curves even tighter. She kept us in her eyeline while glaring out over the top of her raised gun toward where we’d come from.
The fierce look of determination and confidence on her face stirred my blood faster. What a woman she was.
“You’re drooling, Your Highness,” the Killian teased, following my gaze.
“Yeah, well, I can’t help it,” I admitted.
We ducked underneath the last bungalow, and I glanced over my shoulder again.
Nothing stirred behind us. It was like whoever had shot the Killian and come to our bungalow had vanished. I wasn’t that much of a fool to believe we were now safe though.
Once we got to shore, the Killian could now stand upright mostly on his own, like the pain of his wound had refueled his body.
Quickly, we crossed the beach, joined Nera at the side of the jungle, and then skirted around it toward the beach house on the other side.
We saw the luxury cruise spaceship long before we arrived. It was parked on the beach, a massive, state-of-the-art structure that must’ve cost a fortune to build. Two-day tickets cost more than eight-six percent of the universal population’s yearly salary.
Alien Love Islanddefinitely hadn’t spared any expense.
The ship’s docking doors were open, and crewmembers were already bustling inside with equipment.
The Killian whistled. “Would you look at that?”
“Okay, now I’m excited,” Nera said, staring at it in awe. “Do you think they have enough coffee for me? Oh, and with little sugar cubes if I want them?”
I laughed and bent to kiss her on the top of her head. “My love likes the simple things, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah.” She slowly nodded up at the ship. “Yeah, I do.”
“Estimated time of departure is seven a.m. sharp,” a male crewmember shouted at us as we neared. “Five minutes!”
“We need to get Miekil to the doctor,” I told him.
“He’s already on board. Suite 2A or the bar.” He shrugged. “It’s five o’clock somewhere, right?”
“Well, let’s hope the doc hasn’t started drinking yet,” the Killian muttered.
We headed toward the ship’s docking doors and were just inside them when a cold blast of air conditioning from within spiked my scales alert. The Killian must’ve sensed trouble too because he tensed, turned to me, and then froze.
“Maxx, you…” He stepped away from me, his green eyes scanning my back. “You’re being targeted.”
We whirled to see a familiar face with a shock of pink hair. Darc from Nera’s crew. Her pilot, who currently had both the Faid-detecting weapon and a gun pointed right at my chest.
My hearts splintered. My stomach turned to stone.
And somehow, I knew that this moment would change everything.
“By order of Earth Space Fleet,” Darc shouted, her voice deadly serious, “I order you not to move another muscle.”
Chapter twenty
Nera
“Darc,what’shappening?”Istepped off the cruise ship’s docking bay toward my pilot, hardly able to believe she was really here.
Hardly believing she had weapons pointed at my Maxx. He wasn’t the enemy here. Far from it.
At the sight of guns, the remaining crewmembers scattered and cowered behind crates of gear, probably hoping to vanish.
