Free Dracon: A Scifi Alien Romance (Rebel Lords Book 1) by Kylie Gold Page B

something not even mental. The feeling wouldn’t shake and I was consumed with my thoughts, not understanding what it was. Before she had assisted us, I knew I was attracted to her in a strange way, but I thought the strange came from her being human. However, even after I accepted that, it lingered. And after I bedded her, it seemed to grow worse. I was actually having to force myself not to touch her that morning after, to remain distant so that I didn’t lose myself in whatever affliction had overcome me.
    However, when everything seemed to dwindle down and the tribe seemed to be at peace for once, there was nothing to busy myself with but watch Amelia. We sat in silence at the table for a while as I pretended to be busy with the map for the millionth time. I swore I could feel her thinking to me ‘when are we going to talk about what happened last night’. But I wasn’t ready to discuss it, not until I sorted out what it was I was feeling. If I was being honest with myself, I would have admitted I wanted to claim her as my mate. Something about her made me want to keep her at my side at all times, to protect her at every moment and ravish her at every opportunity. It wasn’t possible, though, not with her being human. The tribe would revolt even if I mentioned it. Amelia and I would both be killed. Maybe I was just going crazy, I didn’t know. I needed counsel, someone to talk to about what I was feeling to tell me if I was crazy or not—but no one would even tolerate to hear it.
    As I sat, scrolling endlessly over the map with a feeling of defeat, it dawned on me. Kowlow, the tribe’s shaman, he would listen and wouldn’t act out against me even if he disagreed. Kowlow had always strived to keep peace in the tribe and wouldn’t want something such as mixed emotions to get in the way of that peace. Swiftly I jumped to my feet then, making Amelia flinch from the suddenness. I had no idea how long we had sat there in silence, but it had to have been quite a bit to startle her like that. “I have to go speak with one of the elders of the tribe. I’ll be back in a while. Please stay put,” I informed her, grabbing my sheath and weapon, placing it over my shoulder and headed for the door.
    I looked back to her, she sat in her chair and just blinked up at me. I knew it had to have been confusing, but she didn’t seem to question it. “Oh, okay…” she mumbled, sounding a little deflated. I wondered why, but didn’t have the time to ask; with the shaman on my mind, I couldn’t think about anything but getting over to see him. Without another word, I left the hut and begin to walk directly to his home. Kowlow lived on the outer brim of the village, and instead of a hut, he had a teepee. No other Navani’s lived in a cloth styled home, but it suited Kowlow somehow. I couldn’t picture him living in a hut.
    Approaching the multicolored home, I called towards it. “Kowlow, are you home?”
    There were a couple moments of silence before an elderly, thin, bald Navani came from the tent. He smiled big at me, “Dracon, what brings you here?”
    I had no idea how to begin, I really should have thought that portion through before coming straight here. “I need your counsel for something personal,” I spoke, wanting to be vague while out in the open.
    He seemed to get the message, nodding his head and waving at me to follow him, “Then come on in, my boy.” Kowlow held the cloth flap open for me to enter. Ducking my head, I walked into the tipi. It had been so long since I had been there, I had nearly forgotten what it looked like. Cloth of every color hung about the walls of the home, plush pillows and detailed carpets covered the floor. He guided me over to sit among the pillows, the old man plopping down on one as well. “So, what is troubling you, boy?” he asked, looking to me with kind silver eyes.
    A shaky breath escaped me, rubbing my hands together nervously. While I knew he wouldn’t gossip to any