Page 10 of Chosen By the Alien King
I’d never really daydreamed about my wedding as a child.Other girls did though, so I automatically assumed something was wrong with me.Was that kind of relationship not important to me?Was I afraid of commitment?
Yes and yes, I eventually realized, but that changed when I married Mike.We didn’t have a fairy-tale wedding, which was fine.I’d been happy and hopeful, exactly like I was feeling now, but this time was different.This time, I knew exactly who and what I was marrying.
And even so, I still loved Maxx with all my heart.
I turned to fully embrace my future with the Xenoxx Faid clone king when a faint breeze rustled through the open window of the beach house, carrying with it the scent of the salty air and spicy cologne.
My feet stalled long before my brain caught up and then classified the strange mix of smells into flashing warning signs.
From behind, a muscled arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me backwards.Panic surged through me as I struggled, kicking and flailing, but it was no use.They were too strong, and I was wearing a goddamn wedding dress.
“Hello, Nera,” a chillingly familiar voice whispered into my ear.“Miss me?”
“Let go of me, you fucking monster!”I spat, recognizing the voice of my ex-husband.
He had no right to be here, no right to touch me.But he didn’t seem to care.
And no one was around to hear me scream.
“Monster?”He chuckled darkly.“That’s rich, coming from you.Now, we’re going to have a little chat, and you’re going to cooperate, or else things are going to get ugly.”
“Is that a threat?”I asked, my voice shaking with rage as I tried to squirm out of his grip.
“Consider it a promise,” he replied coldly.
With lightning speed, I brought my elbow up and drove it into his stomach.He doubled over, gasping for breath, and I quickly broke away from him.I scrambled across the room and grabbed Maxx’s machete hidden beneath my bouquet, leveling it at Mike as he straightened up.
“Ah, Nera, always so feisty,” he sneered, reaching behind his back to retrieve the twin daggers I’d stolen from him.He must’ve stolen them back from inside the little trunk at the end of the bed Maxx and I slept in.“I’ve missed that about you.”
“Get out of my life,” I snarled, tightening my grip on the machete.
“You first,” he said.
In the bedroom cramped with six beds, we circled each other like predators sizing up their prey.My heart pummeled my rib cage as I searched for any sign of weakness, any opening I could exploit.My gun, I thought, was in the upstairs bathroom.
Why?Well, why not?Better to be prepared while vulnerable than shit out of luck.
As we circled one another, I thought about Maxx waiting for me at the altar.I couldn’t let this man take away my chance at happiness.With fierce determination burning in my chest, I lunged forward, my machete slicing through the air.He easily dodged it.
“What the fuck do you want?”I yelled, my blood boiling.
He lashed out.The wind from his daggers barely missed me as I ducked to the side.Regaining my footing, I slashed at him again.His reflexes were quick; he leaped out of the way, the machete barely grazing his shoulder.A smirk formed on his lips, his steely-blue eyes unemotional.
“I can’t believe you’re marrying him,” he taunted.“A Faid, Nera?How could you after everything that’s happened?”
“He’s more of a man than you will ever be,” I spat, launching myself forward.
My fist connected with his jaw, sending him reeling backward.It wasn’t enough to stop him, though.He retaliated with a swift, stinging jab to my side, forcing me to stagger away from the force of the blow.
“You would marry a Faid after what they’ve done?Everything they’ve taken?”he sneered.“You’re weak.Pathetic.You’re thinking with your pussy, not your head.”
“Okay, Mr.Make Everyone On This Planet Love You.Nacket asked if you loved her, so does that mean you got some tentacle action?Tell me, who haven’t you already fucked onAlien Love Island?”
He shrugged.“A means to an end.”
“For what?So you can continue siding with the people who murdered our daughter?Do you not see how completely fucked up that is?”
He shot out his hand and yanked my hair painfully, ruining its perfect style that had taken hours to complete.The ache in my scalp brought tears to my eyes.All of this served as a distraction for him to slip the machete from my grip and throw it to the floor behind him with a loud clatter.
