Free Alien's Bride Book Two by Yamila Abraham Page B

course you’re happy with this gorgeous young husband who’s so famous all over the empire for being compassionate.”
    I blinked.
    “How would you like it if you were married to a fat old pig who farts and belches?”
    I closed my eyes but managed not to make a grossed out face.
    “He doesn’t care if I’m happy or not.   He just wants to rip my pussy to shreds twice a month with his giant freak dick that moves all by itself.   And then to tear my babies out of womb to scatter them God knows where.   He probably sells them, that fucking fat slob.   That’s all the good I am to him.”
    She rapped her knuckles on Kang to demand more tissues.   He produced them out of a compartment I didn’t know existed.
    I rubbed a hand over my face.   “Oh, dear God.”
    She blew her nose.   “Honestly, though, you’re a very lucky girl.   I believed your letter was a lie.   I thought Elentinus was trying to get more famous by pretending to love his wife.”
    I shook my head resolutely.   “No.   I really wrote it.   I meant every word.”
    Her bottom lip started to quiver.   “I wish I could trade with you.”
    I soothed her shoulder.   “We’re going to make things better.”
    “I don’t want it better.”   She closed her eyes and lowered her head.   “I want it over.”
    I saw Elentinus and Rolf-Tem walking over to us, but continued to rub her shoulder.  
    “Please don’t talk like that,” I said.   “You can survive this, Inga.”
    She eyed me and also caught sight of the two approaching.   “I’m not talking about killing myself.”
    Elentinus and Rolf-Tem stood before us.  
    “Would you like to join us for breakfast?” Elentinus said to Inga.
    “No.”   She gripped my sleeve.   “I want to stay with her.”
    He made the Dak-Hiliah nod, but Rolf-Tem drew breath to speak.
    “Husband, Rolf-Tem shocks her way too much.   She’s terrified.   Make him promise not to shock her while she’s here.”
    Rolf-Tem’s jaw dropped with a gasp of shock.   He pressed his splayed fingers over his chest.   “How untrue!   I shock her exactly as many times as necessary.”   He looked at Elentinus.   “My Lord, not all your kinsmen were as lucky with their brides as you were.   Inga is perpetually defiant.   Why—she would spit in my master’s face if I didn’t control her.”    
    Elentinus held his hand out.   “Give me your control unit.”
    Rolf-Tem continued to look affronted.   He glanced around the room while scoffing as if he was going to find some reason to refuse Elentinus.   Finally he opened his satchel and dropped the control unit into Elentinus’ hand.
    My wonderful husband crushed it.
    Inga clasped her trembling hands together in the prayer position.   “Oh, God…”   She collapsed forward over her knees for a new volley of tears.   I patted her back.
    “Thank you so much, husband.”
    “Return to your master,” Elentinus told Rolf-Tem.
    Rolf-Tem stuck his pointy nose in the air and obeyed.
    “I need a word with you, Maritza.”
    I stood.   Inga lifted her head with a look of panic.
    “I’ll return her momentarily.”
    Inga nodded and Elentinus led me a few steps away from her.   He huddled near to me.
    “Things between them are worse than I thought,” Elentinus said.
    “I know.”   I kept my voice at a low coconspirator whisper.
    “I forgot that Nayjoor was raised by his Dak-Hiliah parents.   He’s been exposed to Shindray’s rules all his life, Maritza.   He treats Inga the way his father treated his mother.   And he’s old.   Too old to change, I think.”
    “I can’t believe that.”
    Elentinus frowned.   “I fear you may have to.   That’s why I wanted to talk to you.   You must not get too invested in this woman’s problems.   Give her a nice reprieve while she’s here, but don’t expect you have the power to change her home life.   It’s not your fault or your responsibility.”
    I felt the tears welling up again.