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Beast’s Secret Baby
Interstellar Brides® Program: The Beasts
Book 7
Grace Goodwin
Beast’s Secret Baby
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Epilogue
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1
Atlan Warlord Velik, Key Biscayne, Florida
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How long had I been running on this beach? Wet sand sank beneath my feet and clung to my skin like tiny parasites. Within me, the beast raged.
Not long enough.
The beast craved violence. Demanded to be set free, to rip the head from every human on the planet as punishment for a crime they had not committed.
Hide mate.
Gods be damned. Not this again. “No one is hiding our mate.”
Hide mate. Kill all. Find her.
Fuck. Killing a bunch of humans was not going to help me find a mate. We’d had this argument before, many times.
Until recently, I’d been winning the test of wills with my beast. Now, as the mating fever grew ever stronger, my control was rapidly slipping away. I’d been tempted to give in, more than once. To release the rage and pain of not finding her. Our mate. We both needed her. Now. Right fucking now.
Kill. Make them pay.
“They aren’t hiding her. Now shut the fuck up.” I shouted the last and a group of sunbathing visitors turned, their slathering of sunblock, towel shaking, umbrella planting activities paused, midmotion, to stare at me. No doubt due to the volume of my voice…and my size.
Every tourist, beach comber, lifeguard, and child I ran past gaped, eyes rounded, some taking multiple steps away as I neared. All except one small human child who held up a bright yellow shovel smaller than my hand and waited for me to help stack piles of wet sand into some kind of structure.
Most I ignored. The little one I thanked for the offer before moving on. And on. And on.
That had been when the sun was high. Now it dipped close to the horizon, glowing behind the human city I’d been assigned to these long months, time during which I had hoped to find her. My mate. The only being in the universe who could save me. I did my job, guarded the Coalition’s processing center as they accepted new brides and fighters. I also helped my fellow Atlans when I could, but I’d never been at home here, amidst the stares and, at times, hostility.
Alien. Outcast. I was from another world and most of the small-minded humans refused to look beyond that.
I was larger than a human. This was not news. Seeing a beast such as Braun or Tane on their small television screens in the ridiculous matchmaking program was much different than seeing an Atlan male, in the flesh, shouting at nothing, I supposed. Shouting at no one. At himself.
I am beast. Not no one.
“I know.”
I fight. I kill. I hunt. I protect. I serve. Reward. Want mate now.
“I know. I am looking for her. Every day.” The words came out in short bursts as my feet hit the sand. I ran barefoot along the edge of the water. My shorts were soaked through from a combination of salt water and sweat. I’d taken my shirt off hours ago, the heat of the sun on my skin soothing.
At least the sun shined upon me with warmth.
Hurt them. Make them tell us.
The beast forced me to look at a group of young humans playing a game with a white ball and a tall net. It appeared the challenge was to get the ball back over the top of the net before it touched ground.
Young males strutted and made jests as they competed for the attention and affection of the scantily clad females. Their bodies were on display, both sexes. Meant to entice a mate.
I looked at each of the females in turn as I approached, then ran past. Smooth, round breasts. Soft skin. Long, shapely legs. They were beautiful females, every one of them. In my youth, I would have taken any of them to my bed for hours of pleasure. Now, my beast demanded only one female. Would accept just one. Our mate. I looked at the perfect, fragile females. Inspected their bodies. Their curves should have made my cock instantly hard. I should have wanted to touch, to taste, to explore.
I felt nothing.
No. Not mine.
“No shit, Sherlock.” I’d picked up the human expression from one of the human fighters who had come through the center. I had asked him what it meant. Apparently, this Sherlock was a brilliant human investigator and solver of crimes. I had no idea if this were true, but the expression stuck.
I am Velik. Not Sherlock. I kill Sherlock.
My beast had zero sense of humor.
Earth was not so different from Atlan. Slightly different colors. Different culture. But beautiful, just as home had been.
A home I hadn’t seen in two decades.
Overheated from my run, I turned and ran straight out into the water. The waves pushed at me. Even the beast realized the water in this bay was stronger than he was. Relentless. It could drag us under and kill us both with zero effort.
Not a lot of things could do so.
The smell of salt water and fish had become easy to ignore. The cool water calmed my body and slowed my heartbeat even as my thoughts raced. I had avoided this action for as long as I could. I had no honorable choices left to me.
The beast grumbling with disagreement, I activated the embedded comm Dr. Helion had implanted behind my ear years ago. When I left the Intelligence Core and asked to be assigned to Earth, I’d sworn I would never talk to him again.
The only reason anyone ever spoke to Helion was to give a report, get a new assignment, or they were ready to die. When I left the I.C., I’d had none of those reasons. My plan? To guard the Coalition Fleet’s processing center and—I had hoped—find a human bride. I’d been here for several years, looking, waiting. The beast gained power and control daily. I could not afford to wait another day.
“Warlord Velik, this is a surprise.” Helion’s voice was calm and calculating, as always. When serving under his command, that steady confidence provided the calm in the storm. If Helion gave an order, we all knew the decision had been made with ice cold, unbiased analysis.
“Commander.” The waves pushed at my chest, the crashing sound loud to my ears. I knew the comm would filter out everything but my voice.
“Is your Mating Fever truly so severe?”
Of course he would know what I wanted. Why else would I contact him? I closed my eyes and surrendered to my fate. “I am too far gone to return to Atlan. I need an assignment. A mission. I’m done.”
“Are you sure about this? Once I set the plan into motion, there will be no second chance.”
Something bit my leg. I ignored the slight annoyance. As I spoke, the same stinging sensation occurred several more times on both legs. Perhaps this
“Very well. How long?”
The beast fought to transform, to be free. Fought hard. “The sooner the better. I don’t think I’ll last a week.”
“Fuck.” I heard true regret in Helion’s voice. Perhaps the male did have a soul. “I need that week, Velik. I will get you out of there sooner if I can.”
“Thank you.” The relief made my legs crumble beneath me and I rode the next set of waves to the shore.
“Just a moment. I need to ping your transport beacon.”
I sat in the sand, staring at nothing as I waited. The transport beacon surgically implanted near my hip buzzed my flesh with an all-too-familiar sensation.
“Contact confirmed.” Helion sighed. “All right, Warlord. Hang on as long as you can. I will get you out of there.”
The comm link went dead and I laid back on the sand. Hands under my head, I watched puffy white clouds move across the sky for long minutes. Until the beast startled to attention.
I was on my feet before I realized a battle for control of my body had even begun.
Mate. Mine.
What the fuck was he—
Then I heard a voice—her voice. I turned to look out over the waves to discover a boat with sails moving across the water a hundred yards offshore. The craft was not overly large, and I counted no more than a dozen humans lounging about while three other humans adjusted the ropes and sails. Gusts of wind blew into my face from the southeast. My beast growled.
His senses were even more astute than mine, but we both smelled her.
Fuck. My cock instantly hardened. Already addicted. I breathed deeply, memorizing the scent of cherry blossoms and a sweet spice I was not familiar with. There were no cherry trees here. Perhaps the scent came from the soap she chose when she bathed…
Images of thrusting deep inside our female while holding her up against the wall of a shower flooded my mind as my beast took off sprinting down the beach.
Fuck me, we were chasing a sailboat. The irritation on my legs increased, but nothing would deter the beast from following our mate. Nothing. If I wanted even a semblance of control, I had to give in and run. Hard. Fast.
The beast had her scent. He would hunt. There were multiple females sitting on the boat. We did not know which one was our mate. Which female belonged to us was not important, only the fact that she existed, we had found her, and we would die before we let her go.
2
Stefani Davis, Biscayne Bay, Florida
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I leaned back, bracing my weight on stiff upper arms as the sailboat cut through the waves. At least once a month I made time, with my friends Carmen and Henry, to spend an afternoon on the water. Now that both my mom and my twin sister had mated Atlan Warlords, and my mother had actually moved to another planet, I spent a lot of time alone. Too much time.
A twin without their twin was a sad, pathetic thing. Out on the water was the only time I felt alive anymore. And free.
Lifting my face to the sun, I let out a loud whoop. “I love sailing!”
Sitting right next to me on the bow of the forty-footer, Carmen laughed. “Me, too.”
Henry handed us both another margarita and settled on a folded towel next to Carmen as the sail snapped and waves crashed around us. “And this, lovely ladies, is why you will never convince me to leave Florida.”
I was about to agree when Carmen smacked my leg. Hard. “Effing-A Stef. Look at that guy on the beach. Total hunk.”
I turned my head to follow her gaze and almost dropped the frozen margarita in my lap.
Oh, god! Oh shit! That was an Atlan! Had to be. He was too big, too gorgeous with his shirt off. Jeez, he was showing too much...muscle. “He should put on a shirt.”
“Are you insane?” Carmen leaned forward and pulled a pair of small binoculars from where they rested around her neck. She lifted them so she could spy on the man. “What is wrong with you? He’s way too hot to cover up.”
With a knowing grin, I met Henry’s gaze. Henry grinned like he always did when he was feeling the effects of the marijuana gummies his cousin shipped to him every couple of months. Illegal here? Totally. Did Henry care? No.
I didn’t mind. I’d grown up too poor, around too much suffering, to bother with judging how other people coped. Despite Henry’s weekend vice, we both knew Carmen was the real wild woman. Henry nudged her with his shoulder. “You going to try to find him when we get back to shore? We’re getting close.”
I checked my watch and sighed. He was right. About ten minutes and we’d be walking off the boat. Damn it.
“He’s running.” Carmen giggled. “Oh my god. Stef, I think that guy is chasing the boat.”
“What?”
Carmen handed me her binoculars and I looked for myself.
I shouldn’t have looked. Now my peaceful day on the water was instantly ruined by a throbbing, horny vajayjay influenced by a bit too much tequila.
Seriously? Could this guy be any more perfect? He moved like he could run at top speed for hours. He wasn’t even breathing hard. The sun made his skin glow, from sweat or the water splashing beneath his feet, I wasn’t sure. Didn’t matter. All it did was define every muscle in his chest and across his back. His thighs and legs stretched and contracted as he ran, every muscle popping out to say hello. His shorts were thin and did nothing to hide his bouncing…Holy shit. He was huge! What would that feel like all up in my business? Was that what my sister rode every chance she got? And my mother?
Not going there. Not. Going. There. Eyes up, Stefani.
His dark hair was just long enough to flow back from a face that looked carved from granite. Definitely an Atlan. But they were based in Miami, near the Interstellar Brides Processing center. As far as I knew, Miami was the only city in the country that had agreed to allow aliens—and not the green card kind, the outer space kind—to take up permanent residence in the country. And this was not Miami. We were miles and miles from Miami. “What the hell is he doing all the way out here?”
Carmen grabbed the binoculars from my hands and held them up to ogle him again. “Who cares why he’s here. He is perfect.”
“No, he’s not.” He was an alien and breaking a few dozen new laws right now. I didn’t want to get him into trouble, but he really needed to turn that toned ass around and start running back the way he’d come.
“You know him?” she asked.
“Not exactly. But I know guys like him.” More than one, as a matter of fact. I didn’t simply know the Atlan warlords Max and Kovo. Technically, thanks to my mother and my twin taking them as mates, those two huge mountains of alien man-meat were family.
“Come on, Stef. You don’t even know him and you’re judging him? Why? Because he’s too fuckable?” Carmen’s voice had gone husky, as if she was already in bed with him in her imagination.
Henry nearly choked, his burst of laughter shooting a mouthful of margarita onto the deck of the boat. “Carmen, you are shameless.”
“Hell yeah, when it comes to what I want. You two should be more like me. You’d have a lot more fun.”
I watched the Atlan run for long moments. He was lickable, for sure. Did my repressed sex drive want to climb him like a tree and not stop until I passed out from orgasmic exhaustion? Oh, yes, she did. But sex with an Atlan was not fun. Dangerous? Extremely. “I’m fine. I don’t need any more fun in my life.”
