Free Alien Guardian's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors) by Luna Hunter Page B

room, a drawing in her hand. “Here,” she says, slapping it down on the table. She drew me and Drax – I’m pink, and he’s blue, of course. She drew us holding hands – is our bond so obvious that even a little kid can see?
    “Thanks, sweetie,” Tsula says. “Can you make us another one?”
    “Okay,” she blurts out, running off again.
    Tsula turns back to Drax, her red eyes cold and businesslike. “I know you want revenge,” she says. “I understand that. But inciting a war is not the answer.”
    “I didn’t incite a war,” Drax says, his voice as cold as ice. “The Flaming Fang did.”
    “Do you have children?”
    “What?” Drax says. “No. Not yet.” His yellow eyes turn to me, a hint of a smile in them.
    “I do,” Tsula says. “And I’d like to see her grow up. And if you take down the Flaming Fang, that’ll lead to a power vacuum, and the other factions will go to war as they all try to get a piece of the pie. The Station will dissolve into chaos. Thousands will die. I’m a cop – I’ll be the first to go.”
    “What other option do we have?” Drax growls, his voice throaty and low. “Do nothing? The Fang have access to stealth fighters that rival the Zoran. They are already too strong – it’s only a matter of time before they overthrow the council and take Vortex for themselves.”
    “That’s why I think we need diplomacy,” Tsula says. “If we can talk to the council, we might be able to get everyone on our side. If we show the Fang that we’re united, they’ll back down. No one wins if we all destroy each other. If there’s no one left to exploit, they can’t make a profit either.”
    “I’m not leaving without Bokito,” Drax says. “He killed my crew. I lost countless good men. That’s not something I can forgive.”
    Tsula sighs deeply. “Maybe that can be one of our demands. I don’t think they’ll give up their leader, but… do you agree that we should at least try to reason with the council?”
    Drax’s lips are pulled into a tight line. “What do you think, Isa?”
    “Me?” I say. “Uhm, I don’t... I don’t know.”
    I came to Vortex to look for answers – not to decide if and when to start a station-wide war! This is an impossible decision to make.
    “It’s your call,” Drax says.
    What am I supposed to say?!

18

Drax
    “ L et’s sleep on it ,” Isa answers.
    I stare back at her, my face unmoving. My honor demands that I take revenge. I owe it to Vukota, to Zyn, to Sern, to all the soldiers that served on the Eternity . I can’t let such an act go unpunished. I’d rather die than walk away from this fight with Bokito.
    At the same time, my mind and soul are bound to Isabella Parker. Our child is growing in her womb, and protecting her is my highest priority.
    Juggling those two goals, while they seem to be mutually exclusive, is driving me mad.
    “Fine,” Tsula says. “You can spend the night, though I’m afraid I don’t have a spare bed.”
    “That’s not a problem,” I say. “Thank you, Tsula. You are very kind.”
    “I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for my baby.”
    Yona runs back into the room as if on cue. The small lizard girl hands me a drawing of me and her together. “Here,” she says. “We’re friends now, okay?”
    I nod. “Thank you, Yona.”
    I never much cared for little ones, but with Isa pregnant with our child, I’m having all these new and confusing feelings. Maybe Tsula is right. Plunging the station into war is in no one’s best interest… but I doubt the Flaming Fang is going to surrender just because we asked nicely.
    However, for Yona’s sake, we have to try.
    “Say goodnight to our friends,” Tsula says as she picks her child up.
    “Goodbye,” the girl answers, waving her scaled hands at us.
    “Night, night,” Isa and I say as her mother carries her out of the room. My mate rests her head on my shoulder, and I wrap my arm around her.
    “Do you think our baby will be that