Page 64 of Mated to the Alien Warlord

He remained quiet, listening attentively, and I continued, "They can be the farmers you need, the apprentices."

I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he thought my suggestions over. "That is not a bad idea, but most of the women will lack the necessary strength for certain tasks."

"And those can be done by men, leaving other positions to the women."

"Kar." He nodded. "I like that idea. You are very wise, czira."

I beamed. "So I can start working on this when we return to Wyrkymburg?"

"If it makes you happy, kar. But I can appoint—"

I cut him off. "No, I want to do this. Traveling with the wagon train gave me a lot of time to think. Wyrkymburg is run perfectly by Dryx and Fonya. They don't really need me, but those women do."

"I will inform Dryx of it and have him make enough credits available for you to start your enterprise," he promised.

"Do you think you could talk the khazar and Brogan into something like this too? I'm sure Ahlana will—"

This time he interrupted me. "One thing at a time, czira, you will start your… safe houses in Wyrkymburg, and if it works, we will work on the other warlords and the khazar."

"Deal." I beamed at him.

Once Vandor was on my side though, I didn't waste any time talking my plan over with Alahna, who was more than happy to talk to Brogan and start something similar here. She confided that they would be facing the same problem as us if the khazar recruited more warriors from their ranks.

At least it gave us something to do while we waited for Kendryx and Chrissy to return. As long as they were gone, all we could do was prepare and wait.

It was the preparations that worried both Alahna and me. She divulged that she was pregnant and peppered me with hundreds of questions while she filled me in that the men planned to send us women and the denizens into the mountains to be safe in case of a human attack. I didn't want to be separated from Vandor again, but it seemed inevitable as the cold season slowly began to wind down.

Most entertaining during that time was Alahna's pet, Cisco. I didn't say anything to Vandor, who regarded the grover as a nuisance—even though I caught him red handed feeding Cisco under the table—but once we were back in Wyrkymburg, I wanted one as a pet too. Cisco was simply adorable.

One day melted into another, until finally Alahna's healer declared that I was healed enough for sex again.

That night, I took extra care cleaning myself in the bathtub, fed Murtagh early and extra to make sure he would be sound asleep during the time I planned to seduce his father.

Alahna's servants brought me extra candles, wine, and some snacks while I heated the room enough so I could lay naked on the bed, waiting for Vandor to enter.

He had been late every night because of meetings between him, Gryck, King Uthar, Brogan, and their seconds-in-command, and I had seen the strain it took on Vandor. Tonight, I swore I would make him forget about all of it.

All I wore were the jewels Vandor had given me so long ago and from which I had to break a piece off to buy my way through my journey. Vandor had them fixed for me, and now they were back where they belonged.

The door opened, and I held my breath as he stepped in. His eyes moved first to the fire, where the cradle stood with his sleeping son, then they scanned the room for me.

Themeetingswerebecomingtiresome. Every night we went over the same things, and every night they ended in a frustrated draw because we didn't know what to expect.

King Uthar had filled us in on how quickly the humans decimated his towns and villages with their superior firepower. He spoke of bombs and missiles and guns that could shoot a male from many paces away. I would have disregarded his words for outlandish rubbish had Alahna not supported him and told us about what her great-grandparents had warned her of.

Her great-grandparents left Earth because the Terran Confederation had grown tyrannical and oppressive, and they had wanted to live their lives how they pleased not how it was dictated to them.

Damaris had supported her as well, even having found more evidence in the books she liked to read, and I sent messengers to fetch more books from Steppenfort. Unfortunately, it would take at least a week before they would return with them.

When I entered the room Damaris and I shared, I very much looked forward to being distracted from the looming, hard to plan war. I wasn't disappointed when my eyes slid through the cozy, warm room, found my sleeping son, but when they turned on my mate on the bed, I froze.

Gods, she was a sight to behold. Naked, only dressed in the jewels I had given her, she stretched enticingly on the bed, staring at me through hot, sinful eyes, making promises that alerted my cock, who stiffened in response.

"Welcome back, Warlord," she purred, and I swear her voice hardened my cock even more. "I've been waiting for you."

She moved on all fours, slowly crawling up on the bed, and I walked toward her as if she were a magnet. Hypnotized, I took in her perfectly creamy skin. Stretchmarks stood out on her hips, reminding me of the precious gift she had given me, and I swore I would kiss each one for the sacrifices her body had made for me.

"Damaris," I rasped.

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