Warlord's Baby: Warlord Brides (Warriors of Sangrin Book 5) Page 11
The crowd filtered by them, each one stopping to greet them, murmur admiration and knock horns with Paax. Axil and Drake liked this much better, gurgling and displaying how good they were at shoving feet into their mouths. This was their family and their place in the universe. A year ago she could not imagine such happiness. While their marriage was far from perfect, it was good. Solid. Time would only make them stronger. They might disagree with each other occasionally but they always loved each other.
This was her place in the universe.
She loved the person standing with her.
She glowed with joy.
Epilogue
Seeran
Seeran took to running on the beach. The uneven surface with variable wet and dry texture proved an interesting challenge and worked the muscles in his lower legs in a way hard surface running did not. He ran at dawn just as the Terran sun rose over the ocean’s edge, turning the water into liquid gold. He ran at noon with the dual punishment of the hot sun beating down and reflecting off the water. He ran at dusk, as shadows spread and obfuscated any obstacles in the sand.
It’s not like he had anything better to do. Seeran was stuck on Earth until Vox and his mate finished their business. Vox protested and claimed he could protect his mate without Seeran’s assistance but Seeran had a direct order from the warlord to safeguard the pilot’s female until she returned to the Judgment. So he remained on Earth, bored. Vox seemed happy enough to gobble down Terran food and watch unending entertainment programs. Pilots, it seemed, were familiar with long periods of idle waiting before a sudden scramble to action.
Seeran, however, was not used to being idle. The inactivity got under his skin, to borrow the Terran phrase, and itched, demanding release. There were only so many times he could patrol the perimeter, observing the same Terrans walk their odd four-legged companion animals at the same times every day, before he went stir-crazy.
Cabin fever, Carrie called it.
So he ran. Fast. Hard. As often as possible until the excess energy left his body.
On the beach, there were new sights and sounds, new targets to evaluate and assign a threat level.
The sun overhead created a pleasant warmth on his bare skin. Terrans claimed small parcels of the beach and lounged on their respective flags. So strange. Their territorial claims were temporary and they would release their beachfront domains when the sun sat in the west. Each day, he observed this behavior but could not make sense of it. Each new day brought new territorial claims, erasing the previous day like so much shifting sand. At least the Terran made for interesting obstacles and the younger ones tried to run with him. Seeran would slow his pace, to let their short legs keep the pace. Running slower on the sand required more effort, so he did not mind.
Over the sea air, the salt, and the chemical odor of sunscreen, an aroma caught Seeran’s attention. It was hard to describe, like the flowers that bloomed at night in his mother’s garden but also green and warm, distinctly Terran, and, more importantly, his.
His mate.
His route took him toward the heady aroma, toward a cluster of Terrans lounging on their territorial flags, soaking in the sun’s radiation. There were several females in the crowd, all wearing bathing costumes that covered little and exposed much. His eyes scanned over them, none of them seemed particularly interesting.
One female stood out. She argued with a male, tugging on the flag used to claim a plot of the sand. Her face flushed red, not from sun exposure but from upset. The male loomed over her, trying to cow her with physical intimidation.
“I’m not leaving until you cover up. I can’t let you walk around like a whore, Hazel. I won’t let people talk about my woman that way.”
“Fine. If you won’t leave,” she said, dropping the flag, “I will.”
“Don’t you walk away from me,” the male said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her toward him. His fingers dug into her flesh, leaving white imprints. The male was hurting this female.
Seeran’s female.
Hazel.
In a heartbeat, Seeran was between the male and his female. He grabbed the male’s arm and twisted just so, forcing him to release the female. “What do you think you’re doing, you purple idiot?” the male asked, surprise on his face.
Seeran snorted. He was magenta, not purple. This male was blind as well as foolish. “It is unlawful to detain a person against their will,” he said.
“Listen, I appreciate everything your people did in the war and all, but this is between me and my wife.”
His wife. Hazel already had a mate. Seeran’s heart sank.
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Warlord’s Baby: Warlord Brides
Warriors of Sangrin
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yright Nancey Cummings
Cover Design by Nancey Cummings
Published August 2017
Published by Menura Press
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Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction and all people, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. All characters depicted in this work of fiction are eighteen years of age or older.