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Punishing His War Bride
By
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Sue Lyndon
*A short story featuring Fiona + Ambassador Merokk, the main characters from Surrender (Kall Alien Warriors, Book One)*
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Blurb
In the aftermath of a great battle, Merokk is ravenous to claim his wife and satiate his dark urges. He won’t be gentle. He’ll make her sore, and he’ll make her beg for mercy.
Chapter 1
Fiona
Fiona startled at the sight of her husband, Merokk, dressed in his full Kall warrior’s uniform. He stood in the doorway of the library, gleaming black armor affixed to his arms, legs, and chest. A sword, an ax, and numerous knives adorned his thick weapons belt. His visage was set in a contemplative scowl that deepened the lines on his face, making him appear much older than his forty-six years, though he was still as handsome as ever.
Her mouth went dry, and worry tightened in her stomach.
She set the book she’d been reading aside as he entered the library. His gaze burned into her with an intensity that sent quivers of awareness through her body, and his approaching bootsteps echoed in the cavernous room, drowning out the crackle of the fire she’d just started in the hearth.
She rose to her feet and endeavored to calm her racing heart. The vision of him wearing his full uniform, complete with armor and weapons, was unsettling.
Normally, he wore the basic gray and black Kall warrior uniform and only carried a small knife. No armor. No surplus of weaponry.
At present, he looked ready to charge into battle, and she suppressed a shiver at the thought.
Please don’t let there be another war.
Nearly five years had passed since Earth leaders had surrendered to the Kall, but she still had nightmares about the war. Nightmares that featured thousands of Kall warriors dressed like her husband as they decimated human cities, leaving death and destruction in their wake.
She pushed away the memories and reminded herself that Merokk would never truly hurt her or anyone she cared about. He’d promised to always protect her.
“Good evening, Fiona.” His deep voice vibrated through her.
“Good evening, Merokk. Is something wrong?” She allowed her gaze to wander up and down his armor-clad form, then held her breath as she awaited his answer.
His frown deepened. Firelight glinted upon the strands of white that peppered his otherwise black hair. He glanced at the flames before returning his focus to her.
A low growl escaped his throat. “It is probably nothing, little one, but I have been summoned to the Kall military base in Virginia. Thousands of warriors have been called up and ordered to arrive within the hour. We were also ordered to wear battle gear. Beyond that, I know nothing of the situation.”
Her breath caught, and her worry deepened. “Technically, you’re a retired warrior. Surely they can’t expect you to drop everything and leave your ambassador posting in DC. What if you’re needed here?”
He closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her shoulders. She craned her neck to stare up at him, this seven-foot tall former Kall warrior she’d been forced to marry after the war. In his culture, she was considered little more than his property, but that knowledge no longer filled her with fear. He could be strict and heavy handed, but he could also show her tenderness when she needed it most.
The love they shared hadn’t come easily, but she cared about him deeply, and she knew he harbored the same intense affection for her. She despaired over the thought of him getting hurt, or worse.
“Even if I weren’t under orders to report to the military base, you know I would still go,” he eventually said. “If there’s to be a battle, my presence will be needed. I’m an experienced commander, and a contingent of new warriors would likely be assigned to me during an emergency.” He cupped her face in one hand, and she sighed and leaned into his touch, wishing she could freeze time and prevent him from leaving.
“Yes, I know.” A dark thought entered her mind, and a wave of horror promptly washed through her. “The Kall occupation of Earth is nearly at an end. Just two more months and most of your people will be leaving Earth to return to the Kall homeworld. Unless, of course, humans violate the treaty. But why? Why would any rebel groups threaten your people and risk everything when the occupation is almost over?”
“As I already told you, Fiona, I don’t know why I’ve been summoned to the military base. I don’t know for certain that it’s a rebel threat.” He straightened. “Now, it’s getting late. You should go to bed, and perhaps I’ll be here in the morning when you awake.”
She gave an irritated huff. She didn’t appreciate his evasiveness and she was also miffed that he was trying to send her to bed. How could he expect her to sleep at a time like this? If Kall leaders were calling up retired warriors, the situation must be serious. Aside from an impending attack by another alien race, which she highly doubted, she couldn’t fathom a scenario that didn’t involve human rebels.
