Page 38 of Captured By the Alien Captain

For a body covered in chemical warfare and with a broken arm, I must not be in as rough of a condition as I originally thought.

Those golden eyes flash and his nostrils flare. One look at my plump lips and current state is enough to speak volumes.

He doesn’t have to tell me that he wants me. I can feel it deep inside of him, just like his heartbeat.

I don’t understand why, but the sensation is there.

His gaze lowers, the hunger growing until suddenly, something catches his attention. Those eyes light up for a different reason.

“How strange,” he murmurs before I feel his touch on my thigh. Instead of moving up where I want, he moves lower. Right toward my burns.

I expect pain. However, that’s not what I get. Instead of damaged skin, his fingertips run over goosebumps. My skin is prickling from this tingling situation.

With a gasp, I jerk to get a better look at myself. My legs aren’t burned. The holes in my clothes are there, but my tanned skin is undamaged beneath.

Burns are one thing, but I’m left speechless when I get a look at my arm. It’s no longer swollen and in pain. The bone is no longer broken.

“How?” I start, my chest tight. This can’t be real. Maybe I passed out from the pain and all of this is part of a fantasy. No, that can’t be. If this were some dream, we would still be kissing. Hell, we’d be doing far more than that.

Runar doesn’t help knock out my theory by giving me some sort of explanation. Rather, he kisses me again. As if assuming the action is enough to make me understand, I’m still just as clueless as I was before.

“Our souls are intertwined,” he murmurs when I pull away. “I’ve healed you.” He looks down at himself and swipes his fingers over a wet patch against his front. There’s a hole in his armor, but the skin beneath is perfectly fine despite all of the blood. “I didn’t understand how it truly works, but now, I have an idea. A theory. Before, you’ve fought the truth the entire time. Something has changed, you’ve allowed me in.”

Trying to kiss me again to prove his point, I flatten a hand against his mouth and block the distraction.

“Runar, there’s a time and place. While I’m grateful for this little discovery, we can’t just sit here like this.” I scoff when his tongue flicks against my fingers. Even now, he’s trying to tempt me. Unfortunately, it’s working. “Runar. Check on your men.”

Breathing in, his eyes close for a moment before he nods. He must see how easy it is for him to slip away and lose his sense of himself.

The groan in the distance helps clear his mind. We both look over at the same time and curse.

Varrum, the poor guy, has taken most of the damage seeing he was right next to the man who decided to go out with an explosion. Unlike Runar, his wounds aren’t healing up very quickly, if at all.

“He needs his mate,” Runar explains as he helps me up. “We need to find the others and get back home.”

Nodding my head, I take in the damage of our surroundings as he leaves my side to do what needs to be done.

My stomach clenches at the sight of Hendrick. Well, what’s left of him. Even though the goal was to take him out, it’s never a good feeling to see a dead body. Even if I hated the bastard, and he clearly hated me too, the sensation remains.

He spelled out my fears and called me a traitor.

Is that what I am? After all this bloodshed, the words feel more engraved than before. The proof is right before me.

Only Hendrick was meant to die. Instead, the entire camp has grown quiet.

When Runar returns from outside with other members of the Sixth, he settles a hand on my back and helps bring me back from such depressing thoughts. The warmth that seeps through my clothes is soothing.

“Do not mourn or regret,” he mumbles as he reads my expression. “They were stubborn. If their actions hadn’t killed them, the poisons from this planet would’ve done the job in less than two rotations worth of time. Possibly less with how strong their extractions were in the bullets they used against us.”

He’s trying to make me feel better, but all he’s doing is pointing out another issue we can’t seem to solve.

“Are there any planets around here that are habitual or is this fight completely worthless?” My shoulders sink as the fight for the survival of the human race seems to continue to dwindle.

Runar doesn’t have to answer the question. His grim expression does the trick.

“We will continue to search for our future generations. However, there is nothing within our reach. Not right now.” There’s a hint of hope in his voice. Good. He hasn’t given up despite however the length of his search. “For now, we’ve cut off the head of the beast. If the humans are willing, we will give home to as many as we can.”

They’ve taken in other species, giving them roles and jobs. I saw it with my very own eyes. The vessel is large, the size in comparison to a small planet. Sure, he can’t fit billions of humans, but he can take in enough to keep us alive.

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