Free Alien General's Beloved: SciFi Alien Romance (Brion Brides) by Vi Voxley Page A

side. Lana wandered the dark halls, trying anything that looked like it could be what she needed. Brions gave her weird looks, but at least in this Worgen's regime came to her aid. Without express orders from their general, no one bothered her.
    It felt like hours had passed when Lana finally found a console that fit her needs. The controls were all off, but she thought she understood the basic principles of it. The captain double-checked to make sure she wasn't wasting her one opportunity to warn Corden. She was endangering her crew, but there was no other way.
    The console was unfamiliar, so Lana could only pray she'd get the settings right. She wanted only the Raptor to hear her. If Corden was what Worgen thought he was, he could handle whoever was on board. Looking around to see whether someone was close by and finding the corridor empty, Lana opened the channel.
    "This is Captain Lana Cormac," she said.
    Her voice echoed back over the hallway, coming from speakers she couldn't see.
    Oh well, so much for that , she thought. There was nothing to be done anymore, everyone would hear her.
    "To the fleet," she went on in a hurry. "We have allies. We are not alone. There is a Brion general somewhere on the ships, but our enemies are looking for him. If there is any courage left in your bodies, you will help him! Help him, because we certainly can't help ourselves!"
    The frustration she'd harbored was all pouring out at the fleet which was doing nothing but relying on Worgen's mercy. Lana had seen what that was like.
    "Corden," she said then, her voice becoming tender for reasons she couldn't entirely explain. "He knows. He knows who you are—"
    A strong hand closed around her arm, pulling her away from the console. She looked up into the cruel, merciless eyes of General Worgen. Lana opened her mouth to say something, anything to stop the retribution she knew was coming, but found nothing. She had nothing left to offer. Her value was at an end.
    Worgen dragged her to one of the huge wall-mounted screens, showing the space around the Abysmal . Before her eyes, gun turrets rolled out of the sides of the warship and took aim at the Raptor . Lana watched in mute shock as the fleet made room for the warship, getting out of the way of the guns, so as not to get caught in the fire. So much for courage, then.
    "Don't do this," she whispered, knowing it was futile. "I will—"
    "That's the thing with liars," Worgen said without pity. "You only get one lie. I warned you what would happen to those who betray me."
    And like in a dream, the Abysmal opened fire. Lana thought she screamed. All she knew was that her eyes watched, unblinking, as the Raptor was blown into oblivion.
 

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Corden
     
    He'd taken her. Worgen had taken his gesha .
    Corden felt like he was watching his own experiences happen to someone else. It certainly couldn't be him, so unhinged by that seemingly simple event. Only there was nothing easy about a gerion being separated from his fated. Especially if she was in danger. He'd tear down any obstacle in his way to get her back, to get her into his arms where she belonged.
    Of all the things, Corden hadn't expected that. To find his other half in a place like this, right in the middle of the most important mission of his life. Ironically, he got the result Worgen was looking for. It was the other general who had wanted to find his bride, to have the connection to her push him to greater heights.
    Now it would be used against him. Corden had only one task ahead now, like before, but now Lana was at stake too and that made everything so much... better. And worse, at the same time.
    Every account he'd ever read about the bindings and finding the fated started with the simple truth that the feeling was impossible to describe. Finally, Corden could assure himself that it had been correct. Merely Lana's name made his heart beat faster, clearing his mind. Even colors and shapes seemed sharper, more real to him. It