Page 50 of My Alien Angel
“Huh? Since when do Genixarians make jokes?”
Lyri rolls her eyes. “This one is apparently ‘special’,” she mimics air quotes. “He’s right, though. We should move. Just one thing.”
Pain surges through me as she holds something to my collar. I glare at her as it clatters to the floor. “You could have warned me.”
“Could have,” she smirks before walking off in the direction she just came from. “Didn’t want to. Suck it up,my liege.”
I groan. Fuck. Someone must have told her. That means the whole crew knows. Winds! I’ve worked so hard to keep my identity a secret from everyone. Captain Zarkan was the only one who knew, and I seriously doubt he told anyone, but who else? I haven’t even told Fin! Fin… “Please, tell me Fin is okay.”
Lyriana scrunches her face up like she doesn’t know who or what I’m talking about, but I can tell she’s faking it. It’s her mate who nods, saying, “She’s on board the Supernova, safe and sound. Thanks to him,” he adds, jerking his chin toward the Genixarian.
My jaw drops in shock. The Genixarians are emotionless bastards, only interested in other species when it suits their twisted needs. I despise them as much as the rest of the galaxydoes, but if this one helped Fin, he’s my new best friend. “Thank you,” I tell him seriously. “I owe you one.”
“No need,” he replies, brushing me off. “The human and I made a deal. She freed me from prison and I helped her in return. My presence here is purely in exchange for money promised to me by your captain, which means I’m leaving you behind if you don’t move your stupid asses right now.”
Huh. Now I see what Lyriana meant by this male being “special”. Wait, did he say Fin freed him from prison? That’s a tale I need to hear. After I’ve held, kissed and fucked her several times over, of course. There are more important things than stories. Like telling my mate how much I love her.
Chapter 37
Fin
Supernova’smesshallisspacious, yet it feels ridiculously overcrowded at the moment. I’m surrounded by a gaggle of curious humans and aliens whose names were forgotten as soon as they were said, and they’re hanging on my every word. Words which don’t seem to be coming to me with any form or clarity. Yep, these are my super powers, nervous blabbering and name forgetting.
I’m used to being on my own with only my two best friends for company. If Caleb and Imani hadn’t adopted me into their group, I probably would have spent the rest of my daysdreadfully alone. It looks like that’s about to change, though, especially since this isn’t even the whole crew, because a bunch of them are out on a mission to save Omni.
The little half-human girl sitting next to me and studying me like I’m an interesting bug is named Ellen. I only know that because her mother, a tall, dark-skinned human woman, often reprimands her for feeding a creepy furry snake/lizard pet perched on her lap instead of eating the food herself. The girl’s tail is wrapped around my back and she’s looking up at me with beautiful, yet decidedly unhuman eyes. She’s half human, half Syndoran, which I’ve learned is the name of the tiger-striped aliens.
There’s a full blooded Syndoran male on the crew, too. No relation to Ellen, but mated to a sweet redheaded human whose name starts with an A, I think. So, he’s not Ellen’s father, and Ellen’s mother is dating or, ismated toas they say here, the big red-colored male who accosted Null and me on Schloppe station. Needless to say, I’m beyond confused.
“Why do you never bring the blue humans on board?” Ellen complains, leaning closer to study my, apparently boring, fair skin.
Her mother sighs. “I’m going to m-u-r-d-e-r Faelin for feeding her this karli crap about blue and green humans,” she utters while the others laugh. “Chipmunk, there are no blue humans.”
“Not naturally blue, anyway,” I note. “If I had my phone here, I’d show you pictures of my friend who dyed himself blue for his Avatar cosplay outfit. He even had a tail like you, though yours is prettier.”
The girl squeals. “See, Mama? Thereareblue humans. I want to see one. I want to see one now!”
The redhead, whose name starts with an A, chuckles. “Give it up, Nala. We’ll just have to dye someone blue at some point to appease her. Hey, Ellen? Why don’t you go play with Fluffy for abit? Faelin and the others will be gone a while, and it looks like he needs some exercise. And your mother needs some peace,” she adds under her breath as Ellen hops away, the furry thing now perched on her shoulders.
Ellen’s mother, who was just called Nala, so at least I know someone’s name here, sighs again. “Aren’t children supposed to be sweet and docile? At least until they reach puberty?”
Snorting, the redhead shakes her head. “I doubt that’s how it works. I guess I’ll find out soon, though.” She rubs her slightly distended belly.
Right. Pregnant to the tiger alien. Syndoran. God, I feel like I’m going to need a guidebook here. I wish Omni were here to tell me who’s who, but he’s currently being rescued from a high security transporter ship heading to some god-awful prison colony right now. At least, I really hope he’s being rescued. I’ve been assured that the crew are all highly trained in this kind of mission. Secretly, I’m glad that Null has gone with them. I trust him. Everyone here seemed to hate him for some reason but their Godzilla alien captain, Zarkan, agreed that they’ll need all the help they can get if they are to storm a prison transport without killing any of the guards, so they hired Null for this job.
Similar to Admiral Eldri, Captain Zarkan is, despite his scary appearance, a genuinely nice guy. When I told him everything that happened on the UGC battleship, he smiled as if unsurprised that an admiral risked his position to help me. He asked me to keep Eldri’s involvement a secret to the rest of the crew, which I’ve been doing, anyway.
“I wish my parents could meet her,” Nala sighs, frowning as Ellen crouches by an open hatch. There’s a pair of legs sticking out of the hatch, legs belonging to another human woman whose name I’ve forgotten. Was it Lucy? No. Lucía. Phew.
Lucía is apparently a tech wizard, which I admire, especially since I’ve barely figured out how to open doors. “Sí,” sheagrees from inside the hatch, where she’s fixing whatever the mysterious alien appliance is that dishes out the food here. “I mean, I’m not pregnant,” she adds hastily, “but I’d love to let my family know I’m alive. Chipmunk? Hand me the oxl wrench, will you?”
“This one?” Ellen asks, holding up a random tool.
“Nope. The longer one.”
“This one? This one? This one?”
I grin as Lucía patiently waits until the girl finds the right one, even though she could easily reach for it herself. “That’s the one! Good girl. We’ll make a proper mechanic out of you, yet.”
