Knight in Shining Alien?: Athrian Warriors Book One Read Free Page A

away from the bars and back into the cage where he could no longer see her. He tried to shout out for her to wait, but it seemed like he was not alone in his captivity. More and more of his men called out to one another. It seems that Varill had managed to capture his entire guard. Well, no matter. It would make it that much easier to escape from here if they all combined their energies. Then he could find out if that vision of pulchritude was real by pulling her into his arms for a few mind-drugging kisses.
     
He ran through the roll call, making sure each warrior could be accounted for, before he then satisfied his own need and took another deep breath. He wanted to verify what his soul already knew. Her scent was so unique and delicious. His mouth watered. His cock went from soft to hard and painful in a microsec. She really was his mate. The Goddess had given him a mate!  Quickly, he told his crew. The urgency to escape and kill Varill had just multiplied by a googolplex. He heard their collective gasps and indrawn breaths, trying to verify his words. Not because they doubted him, but because such a thing was so inconceivable that, they felt compelled to verify his words for themselves. It was hard to fathom that they were finally going to know what a mate could scent like.
     
There were plenty of pleasure houses throughout the galaxy for warriors, pirates, trader’s, even criminals. They had several such places on their home world of Athria, as they paid very well and looked upon the women not as whores, but princesses.  Females capable of mating and breeding with the males of their species were extinct, a myth, a hopeless dream. There were only five thousand of their own women alive on their planet. Each warrior present had given up the idea of finding their mate and concentrated on taking out as many of their hated enemy as possible before joining the Goddess in death. That their Prince should find a female mate was a surprise.
     
Jarrek kept his eyes trained on the female, his Jabir minka or “my little bird”, as she looked around at his men. When she looked back down at him, he was sorry to see her look so frightened. Once he got her out of that cage, he would make sure that she knew that she was his to protect and she never needed to be afraid again. Any one of his men would give his life to keep her safe. It would be his honor to spend every minute devoted to her safety and happiness.
     
At her small greeting, he had to frown. What language was that? He had a cornucopia of languages that he was fluent in, several more that he could get by with his basic understanding of, but success in universal translators had been on the market now for the last few years. He had purchased them for all of his crew and even sent several crates back to his father, King Cybrus. They may be a dying race, but they were men.
     
New technology had always fascinated his father and he knew he would enjoy playing with one and finding out how it worked. He would also challenge his scientists to improve upon the work by chastising them for not figuring out how to create them in the first place. He was going to need to get her to keep talking so that his implant could decipher her language and translate it for him. Although that did not seem to be a problem as she continued speaking, without the need for breath apparently.
     
Hailey saw Red’s frown and wondered for a moment if she had said something that translated to something offensive in his language. Giving herself a mental shrug, as she could not help it if their languages were so different that one small word would offend she kept going and said, “I really hope that you aren’t frowning at me because I dared to speak to you. I mean I was only trying to be friendly. I’m southern. We almost have to be friendly. It’s like the religion of the south. Well I’m currently a Texan. I was born what they call a Yankee, but I have been in Texas since I was like twelve. I hope