Wrong Alien (TerraMates Book 6) (6 page)

I had a vague sense of something odd at customs, but the more I interacted with the natives I was starting to realize their society was repressive in many ways.

The service passed by in a blur. I hardly noticed what was happening. I was tired and overwhelmed. It all seemed like a dream until I felt Jesse putting a ring on my finger and promising to love, honor, and protect me.

It was surprising, but I suppose he couldn't say, "I promise to marry you for a year." Marriage was meant to be forever. Wait, what had the minister just said?

A quiet stillness filled the church.

"Did he just say I had to promise to love, honor and obey you?" I whispered frantically to Jesse.

"Of course," he whispered back. "You do realize this is a wedding, don't you? Just say it, people are watching us."

"I'm not going to promise to obey you."

He looked incredulous. "There's no other way to get married on this planet. If you don't promise, everything stops."

"Can't he change the wording slightly?" I felt like the people around us could hear every word I was saying.

"No," he hissed. "He can't. You are embarrassing me. And my father." He added the last bit as an afterthought, and I thought it might be to incentivize me. His father was the only person whose feelings I wanted to consider here. If I were embarrassing Mr. Melnyk, I would have to swallow my pride. He had been kind to me and didn't deserve further aggravation.

I looked at the minister, who was watching the whispers in the middle of his ceremony with bemusement.

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that one more time?" I asked, and gave him a nervous smile.

"Do you, Miss Annalee Beauchene, promise to love, honor, and obey Mr. Jesse Melnyk?"

"I do," I shouted. Then I leaned in and whispered, "...as long as I agree with what he is ordering me to do."

His eyes bulged with indignation. I looked at him triumphantly. I thought I had evaded danger. I was not going to obey him like a slave.

How had I ever thought TerraMates was a good idea?

The rest of the wedding was a blur. We exchanged rings and signed some papers and suddenly it over. I felt the urge to take a picture of ourselves, but I managed to suppress it. Mr. Melnyk offered his congratulations to us while everyone else in the church filed out.

I couldn't help overhearing people's conversations about me. Maybe they wanted me to hear. People thought I was crazy or a bad person or both for marrying Jesse. I wondered what Porter had meant when he asked me not to judge him based on what other people thought.

That wasn't a problem. I wasn't judging him based on what other people thought. I was judging him by what he did and our interactions over the past twelve hours.

He was a jerk. An asshole. An inconsiderate wretch.

It felt
good
to call him a wretch. I didn't know the exact definition of the word, and I couldn't easily look up the meaning, but it felt like an appropriate description here. How could he expect me to obey him? I seethed over the idea until my rational mind offered an explanation for his behavior.

He probably expected it because the ceremony included things all women were supposed to promise on this planet. We weren't on Earth anymore. Still, I wasn't from Yordbrook. I wasn't sure what or how much I was willing to change about myself.

For a moment, I felt trapped and terrified. What had I done to myself? I couldn't even leave this town without taking a three-week trip back to the station. If I managed to do that by myself, I would have to talk someone into beaming me back up. I had no idea how to do that because I had no money. I was stuck here for a year, no matter what.

My phone was now sewn securely into the hem of my dress, thanks to the needle and thread of a kindly innkeeper's wife. I hadn't had to leave all parts of my old life behind. And thank goodness I didn't have to sleep with him unless I wanted to. That was part of the TerraMates contract.

Then I had a terrible thought. Had Jesse signed it? After seeing the two of them together, I suspected Porter had organized my marriage himself. Jesse hadn't known I was his bride when he saw me, which meant he hadn't seen my profile picture.

If he didn't know about the restrictions on sex, I would have to tell him. But how would I do it? He seemed to love his father, and I could threaten to tell his father if he tried to force himself on me.

I thought back to my arrival and how he had looked before he opened his mouth and ruined my impression. I felt a tiny stirring of arousal from the memory. But he was too much of a jerk for the feeling to last. It didn't matter if the man was a sex god (and he looked like he might be one between the sheets). If he was an asshole, it was a big turn-off.

It was a good thing I wasn't thinking about the broad chest, bulging tattooed biceps, and the six-pack from heaven I caught a glimpse of earlier. The laundress had stopped him and asked if there were any other dirty clothes. Without thinking, he took off his shirt and threw it in her basket. By the look on her face, she was used to it. Maybe she had asked him on purpose to get a glimpse of him.

I guess it must be all the hard labor on the farm, but Jesse Melnyk had one sexy body.

I still couldn't reconcile his appearance with the way he treated me. If I didn't feel like I cared about him and he cared about me, there was no way I was sleeping with him.

We needed to talk about this as soon as possible. I didn't want him to think he was going to get it on and be disappointed when I turned him down. He would be frustrated and angry if that happened. I didn't know if Jesse was dangerous, and I didn't want to find out.

We walked out of the church, and Jesse helped me up into the carriage. I assumed he was only providing assistance because there were people around. The servants would ensure Mr. Melnyk got home safely. I sat as far away from him as I could. For the first time, I felt afraid. He hadn't displayed any kindness or interest to me.

What if he tried to abuse me? As far as I knew, TerraMates investigated all their applicants, but was that even possible on a world like Yordbrook?

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he said harshly.

I didn't answer because I didn't know what to say.

"Speak up. You've no need to fear me. I won't be a cruel husband."

Wouldn't he? I accidentally shook my head.

"You don't believe me? What kind of a person do you think I am? I've never harmed a girl or woman in my life, and I don't intend to start now." He looked at me in consternation. "Why don't you speak? You were talking enough in the middle of the ceremony," he said, his face sour.

When there was a moment of silence, I grabbed it. "I would speak if you gave me more than three seconds to answer you," I murmured. "How am I to know your disposition? I don't know you. You've been rude to me since I arrived. I'm starting to feel a little nervous that I married you."

He cut me off.

"You think I've been rude? And angry?" He was looking upset now.

"Yes," I told him directly. I might as well be clear.

He mulled the thought for a while. "Perhaps you're right," he said. "I apologize if I was."

"Thank you," I said, graciously.

We sat in awkward silence.

"I wish to be a good husband." He didn't look at me. "I may need assistance."

He had paused before the word assistance. I wondered if he had ever asked for help before. Jesse had given an inch. I supposed I could yield as well.

"I'll try. But I've never been a wife before. I might not know how to do it properly either."

He frowned. "Are you pure? I thought you had already lain with a man."

My eyes got wide. "Pure? Oh no. Why would you think that?"

"You said you didn't know how to do it properly. It was surprising because off-worlders are considered to be different. I mean, women from other planets are thought to be more experienced."

"More experienced in what?" I asked.

"Sexual things," he said.

"If you're asking if I'm a virgin, I'm not pure."

He didn't say anything and stared straight ahead.

I couldn't seem to stop myself from talking. "Not a lot, and only with one guy. It was a long time ago. It might feel like I'm pure." What was I saying? He was blushing again.

"Speaking of sex," I said, ignoring his discomfort. "TerraMates had a list of rules for the newlyweds. Did you happen to read it?"

"No," he shook his head. "Porter did it all."

"Did he forge your signature, too?" Jesse nodded. "Great," I said, huffing out my breath and crossing my arms over my chest. I stared off to the side of the carriage at the dark green foliage of the trees lining the road.

"Wait, what you mean by forge?"

"Someone signed a contract. Either you or Porter did, I guess."

"I gave him a letter that said he was acting on my behalf. Everything's legal. Don't worry," he said.

I was surprised, though I shouldn't have been.

"But what were you saying about lying together?"

"We only lie together if we both agree. If I don't want to have sex with you, I don't have to."

"But we must consummate the marriage," he insisted.

"Says who?"

"Otherwise, the ceremony is not official."

"What?" The marriage had to be binding, or I wouldn't get the money to go to school and become a teacher. I saw my dreams going down in flames and started to realize I would have to make sacrifices if I wanted to achieve them.

"We'll say we did it," I said. "No problem."

He looked embarrassed. "There'll be a witness to verify the activities."

"A witness?" I was shouting now.

"They won't be in the room."

"Where are they going to be, then?"

"Usually, they wait in the hall or downstairs at the inn. They'll be able to confirm we consummate the marriage."

I started to laugh nervously. "And how do they confirm it?"

Jesse shrugged. Apparently, he didn't want to tell me. That couldn't be good.

"At this point, I have no desire to lie with you," I said, flashing him an irritated look.

He studied my face for a moment and finally let a smile appear on his face. It was dazzling. It was the first time I saw genuine emotion on his face, and he was incredibly attractive when he smiled.

I caught my breath. Had I just said I didn't want to sleep with him? What was I, stupid or something?

"Perhaps I can change your mind," he said huskily. For a moment, his gray eyes appeared smokey and made my breath accelerate.

Had Jesse been holding out on me? Did he save up his charm and only release it when needed? Well, I was good at resisting attractive guys. Many of them had tried to take me home when I was working the late shift at the fancy restaurant back home. Some of them had been handsome and extremely persuasive.

At the time, I had integrity, a plan, and a dream. Also, I had a job the next morning.

Maybe I had been scared of letting any of them get close to me.

Now everything was different from Earth. I had married Jesse. We were going to be living as husband and wife for a year until I requested my divorce and TerraMates helped me get it quickly and quietly, just as they promised in their paperwork. I would head back to Earth to register for my bachelor of education degree. In five years, I would become a full-fledged teacher, living my dream life.

I wasn't worried about work the next morning right now.

He looked to the front and called out a command to turn into the yard. He still radiated sexuality, and I told myself that I could resist him. Especially if he was going to continue being a jerk. I hoped I wouldn't let myself sleep with an asshole.

When we pulled in, he came around, offering his hand. "Thanks," I said, taking it and stepping out. His hand was warm and firm. I felt my face flush as my body tingled where he touched me. Resisting my husband was going to be harder than I had originally thought. He dropped my hand, and we walked toward the house.

"Jesse?" I said, looking as innocent as possible.

"Yes?" he said, turning his head to look at me.

"In case you feel the need to address me directly, my name is Annalee."

His face got red. "Indeed," he said, as we reached the house. A servant opened the door for us. He glanced sideways again and gave me a look that sent shivers through my body. "Welcome to the Melnyk homestead, Annalee. Our home is your home."

JESSE

I stood by the bar and watched as my new wife, Annalee, held my father's hands and danced with him where he sat in his chair. If she had tried to do anything on purpose that would get her into my good books, it would have been to honor my father.

I felt myself softening towards her as I watched her enjoy her time with him. He had already told me twice how lucky I was to have found such a gem. I didn't agree with his assessment, but she was becoming less annoying.

When the music changed, Porter walked over and spoke to Annalee. She smiled at him with a light in her eyes that didn't shine for me. He pulled her into his arms and whirled around the room, barely avoiding a crash into the other dancing couples. The warmth I felt towards her disappeared abruptly.

They spun madly in circles. Annalee threw her head back, laughing, and Porter grinned from ear to ear. He had no right to be making my bride laugh like that. She should only laugh for me.

The inn's doors opened, and two men wearing dark clothes entered the room. I wondered who they were. Myron walked over to the pair, hopefully intending to tell them this was a private party.

As the men turned around, I caught sight of their faces. The men were from the Bureau of Purity. Why were they here? My eyes flickered to where I had last seen Porter, but he had vanished.

One of the Bureau agents scanned the room, and his gaze stopped on me. He lingered for a moment. I felt myself start to sweat. Thankfully they nodded and walked out.

Everyone thought they had gone back to the city after they murdered their potential offender. I didn't have anything for them to find, but they would make anyone worried.