Farron'S Rebellious Mate (English Edition) (Lords of Arr'Carthian 2.5) (3 page)

“I already have a mate!” Farron declared. He was aware that he’d bent the truth a little, he may have found his mate, but he was far from actually claiming her. Nonetheless, he was sure that the little redhead was the woman he wanted to spend his life with. She seemed not entirely reluctant, taken into consideration how she had responded to his kiss. Farron was confident that he could persuade her to become his mate.
 

“You have what?” His father and mother shouted.

“A mate!”

“Impossible!” His father growled. “Who is she? One of these whores you like to fuck?”

“She is NOT a whore!” Farron replied sharply, and leaned forward to give his father a warning stare. “If you ever call my mate a whore again, I will smash your head in!”
 

“Farron!” His mother cried horrified.

“You good for nothing fool!” His father bellowed, likewise leaning forward. “Since your birth you give us nothing but trouble! You either come to your senses and mate princess Dijola, or …”

“Or what?” Farron asked icily.

“Or I hunt you till the end of the universe, cut off your stubborn head and give it to King Lathar on a golden plate!” King Morrhon threatened.
 

“I warn you, son! I’ve been tolerant long enough but that is over now! Get your ass home and take on your responsibilities or suffer the consequences!”

Farron growled but didn’t respond. Instead he leaned forward and pushed the button that ended the call.

Chapter 3

Ferrek

“Please, Ferrek, kiss me again,” Dijola pleaded and looked at him with her emerald green eyes.

Prince Ferrek sighed and pushed her gently away.

“I can’t. – We … we shouldn’t. You are my brother’s future mate, Dijola,” he replied huskily and a painful feeling filled his chest.

A single tear rolled slowly down Dijola’s cheek. Ferrek couldn’t help himself – he leaned forward and kissed the salty drop away. He hated it to be a prince. He hated that Dijola was a princess. If they were ordinary people, he could follow his heart. Dijola was his mate, he knew that, but for them, politics would rule out destiny. The peace between their people had to be ensured and as the youngest prince he wasn’t good enough for the only daughter of the Mesuthomian royal couple. The irony of this was that his brother Farron, the heir to the throne, didn’t even want Dijola as his mate.

Dijola snuggled into his broad chest, weeping, and he put his arms around her slender frame.

“What are we to do?” Dijola asked with a stifled voice.

“I don’t know, my love,” Ferrek answered quietly. “I don’t know – but we’ll find a way!”

Chapter 4

Jenny

They would reach their destination in three days. At least that was what Susan told her today at breakfast. The last few weeks Jenny managed to hide from Farron, who seemed so determined in his pursuit. The gigantic alien made her nervous and she didn’t like that one bit. Fortunately, Susan had kept her updated about Farron’s work hours, so that she was aware when she had to go into hiding. A few times her pursuer had nocked at her door, but she had ignored him until he gave up.

Although she managed to avoid him by day, in her nightly dreams she couldn’t flee him. The longer the travel lasted, the more erotic and unsettling her dreams became.

“Look who is that?” A voice broke the spell of her thoughts. A cold shiver went over her body.
 

She knew that voice all to well. – Rodriff! And she was all alone in the room, which she had just discovered half an hour ago. It had a big window through which one could see the vastness of the universe, and exactly that was what she had done for the last twenty minutes. She had been so rapt in contemplation that she hadn’t heard Rodriff’s approach.

With a bad feeling in her guts, she turned round to face the creepy alien. He had a broad grin on his face and his eyes roamed her body in a most impudent way. Jenny’s heart hammered.

“I was just about to go,” she said and tried to get past the gigantic alien, but he seized her by her arm and held her back.

“LET. GO. OF. ME!” She demanded with a mixture of anger and panic.

“I don’t think so!” Rodriff answered with a mean grin. Lust was written in his eyes and she didn’t have to look down to his crotch to know that the alien was highly aroused.

Panic welled up within her. She was alone with him and when venturing the deck, she had found out that all rooms on this corridor were empty. Nobody would hear her scream. What would this scumbag do to her? Would he really rape her? She was told that rape was an absolute no go for Carthian. They never forced a woman. But when looking at Rodriff now, and given how painful his grip was, then she wasn’t so sure if he would not take her by force.

“What do you want from me?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Rodriff asked and dragged her closer, so close that she could feel his hard on.
 

“You will get yourself in deep shit if when you don’t let me go
immediately
!” Jenny tried to reason with him.

“Nobody knows that you’re here – or that I followed you for that matter,” Rodriff said self-assured. “And when I’m done with you, you will fall –
accidentally
– into one of the maintenance ducts. It’s a long fall down; you won’t survive. If they ever find you, they will think that you had a tragic accident. Everybody here knows that you are some nosy bitch. Nobody will be surprised or let alone suspect anything amiss.”
 

Fear sends a cold chill down her spine and she tried franticly to free herself from Rodriff’s grip. But he only laughed, obviously enjoying her useless attempts. He twisted her arm and she cried out in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes. Surely he would break her arm. With clenched teeth she struggled against her much stronger opponent. If only she could change the angle a little, so that she could knee him in his crotch. Then his elbow came down on her and she sank to her knees, when pain exploded in her head. Everything went black, even if she fought desperately for consciousness.

She seemed to have lost the fight, because when she came round again, she was lying on the floor and the alien was trying to get her Jeans down over her hips. With new revived spirits she struggled under him, screaming at the top of her lungs. She tried to hit him with all she had. Given his pained grunts, she must have landed a few good hits.

A hand grabbed her by her throat and she could feel how her airways were slowly cut off. She panicked when spots appeared before her eyes and her lungs started to ache painfully.

Suddenly she saw a shadow out of the corner of her eyes, and then she heard a roar and the choking hand disappeared. She fought again against the darkness, but her vision blurred. All she could see were shadowy outlines of bodies. How many? Two? Three? She couldn’t tell. They didn’t even look human anymore. Were that wings, what she saw? Inhuman cries and growling sounds reached her as from far away. Somebody must have come to her rescue. That was the last she thought before darkness claimed her once more.

Farron

Farron couldn’t forget the argument with his parents. He couldn’t care less, what his father thought. To take Dijola as his mate was not an option for him. She was a beauty and a nice enough woman, she would make a good queen – but she couldn’t touch his heart, less his soul. By contrast, Jenny – was always in his mind since the kiss they’d shared. She tried everything to avoid him and he was running out of time. He was on the look out for her. The board computer reported her presence here on this level. None of the rooms here were currently in use. One of them was the royal chamber. The room hadn’t been used in ages, since the royal couple didn’t travel anymore. The other rooms were meant to house the royal servants.

Farron wondered in which of the rooms his mate might be. If his nose wasn’t betraying him then she had taken the left corridor, so he turned left. A scream made him stop. All his senses cried out in alarm. That was Jenny, and she was in mortal danger! Farron growled and started to run. Fear clawed at his heart and he doubled his efforts, to get to her as fast as possible. It was quiet again. What had happened? Was Jenny … dead? Or was she only unconscious? Cursing under his breath he followed the corridor until the scent of his mate grew stronger. He could smell her fear and his dragon became agitated, wanted to get out. Farron didn’t want to frighten Jenny. He would try to fight without his dragons help – if possible.

Again, cries were to be heard and Farron growled frustrated. Where was she? Damned! He was now close enough to scent one familiar Carthian male. He balled his fists. He had always suspected that something with this male was off. That bastard would pay with his life for laying hands on his mate.

Farron halted. The cries had stopped, but he heard faint noises of a struggle and they came from the room across from him. Without second thoughts, he stormed into the room. His blood went cold, when he saw Jenny lying on the floor. Rodriff had his hand around her throat to strangle her. He was so lost in his doing that he didn’t hear Farron entering. Farron crossed the room with long strides, and grabbed the Carthian male by the neck to tear him away from Jenny.

“Bastard!” He shouted, and Rodriff answered with an angry snarl.

Both men went at each other like berserks. Punch for punch. Farron had to admit grimly, that the arrogant scumbag was stronger than he anticipated. Jenny’s rattled breath worried Farron and made it difficult to concentrate on the fight. He feared that she might die and he wanted to rush to her to help her, but first he would have to kill Rodriff, and that sonofabitch didn’t make it easy for him.

‘Let me out!’
His dragon demanded enraged.
‘I can kill that sonofabitch and save our mate!’

Farron knew that his dragon had better chances to end this, so that he could tend to his mate faster. He gave in and let the shift come over him. Only seconds later, a dragon with silver metallic and white scales stood in his place. Razor-sharp teeth showed when he opened his mouth for a snarl and Rodriff’s face went white with fright.
 

‘You shouldn’t have touched what is MINE,’
he thought grimly when his dragon started tearing the screaming Carthianer apart.

Farron tried to reason with his dragon, which was still in blood frenzy. They had to tend to Jenny. Rodriff was dead. It was done.

‘Let go! He’s dead! Jenny – our mate – she needs us!’

The dragon reared up – shook his massive body, but then he turned his head towards Jenny’s still form, and with a mighty leap, he was at her side. She didn’t stir, but through his dragon’s eyes Farron could see the faint rise of her chest.

‘She is dying!’
Farron tried to shift back, to get her to the medicine ward, but his dragon fought him.

‘I can save her!’

‘She isn’t our mate yet,’
Farron argued.
‘The mating isn’t complete!’

‘I can feel … it’ll work. I feel the bond!’

‘Let me bring her to the medicine ward,’
Farron begged.

 
‘She get’s weaker. Now or never!’
The dragon replied, and bends over Jenny.

Farron saw how pale Jenny was. Her lips were blue – seemed lifeless. He wouldn’t make it to the medicine ward before her frail human body would loose the fight.

‘Do it!’
He finally agreed, and his dragon lowered his head, and sank his fangs into Jenny’s neck. He injected his essence that was made for healing his mate.
 

Jenny

She was falling! – Or more precisely: she was sinking, deeper and deeper! Around her was only blackness. There was no light at the end of the tunnel. The black mass around her was like viscous tar. Cold viscous tar! She tried to fight the pull, but it seemed hopeless. She should feel panic, but instead some sort of lethargy came over her, and she stopped fighting and let herself sink deeper.

Suddenly, the mass around her felt electrified. Warms spread from her midst to her limbs. She could feel how the mass surrounding her became softer and she was pulled upwards.

‘What is happening to me?’

Suddenly her throat and her lungs pained and she felt sick. Coughing and gasping she reached the surface. Gasping for air, she opened her eyes and screamed.

A monster was crouching over her. It’s silver gray eyes starred at her. Somehow these eyes seemed familiar to her. What was that thing? A Dragon? Panic-stricken she tried to retreat from the beast. A soft, nearly tender growl came from the dragon, and it reached out for her with its claw. His talons looked sharp and she flinched.

“No!” Jenny screamed frightened. “I … I don’t taste that good. Rea-really! I make … make for a very bitter meal. Surely you … you don’t like your food bitter … – right?”

The dragon’s body started shaking and he grunted and snorted. Then he turned away and left her alone. Jenny sat up, confused. Did she imagine that or had there really been a dragon? And did he really – laugh at her?

Chapter 5

Farron

Farron reported what had happened to Kordan. The giant General nodded now and then without interrupting him.
 

“You did, what every honorable man would have done. Rodriff violated our law – he used violence against a female. He would have been put down anyway. Nobody would shed a tear for him!” Kordan assured.

“There is … something else,” Farron said, meeting the General’s gaze.

“What else?”

“I request Jenny as my mate. I want to take her with me when we reach Karrx7.”

“So there is something between you and the human?” Kordan asked with a nod. “As long as it is her wish as well, I have no objections.”

“That is the problem,” Farron explained, gritting his teeth. “She’ll not come with me willingly. She …”

“I’m sorry. If she doesn’t want to go with you, then I can’t permit it.”

“That – um – could cause a problem!” Farron replied uneasy.

The General’s face showed no emotion as he asked sharply: “Why?!”

“Um, as I said before, Jenny was as good as dead, when I finally killed Rodriff. She wouldn’t have made it long enough to get her to the medicine ward. There was only one chance to save her …”