The Alien King’s Mate part 11

VULCAN

My Yuri is falling for me, one glance, one sniff at a time. As I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, I can feel her weight beside me as she props herself up. Feel the left side of my face heat from her proximity.

She’s a curious thing. An arrogant thing refusing to accept that she’s vulnerable to the pull between us. I keep telling her that fighting it is futile. Even I, wary and inconvenienced by our union, know not to fight it. It would be like trying to stop the heart from beating by commanding it.

I don’t easily admit defeat. No king does. But she will learn with time that I’m right.

I keep still, and she lingers nearby. I wonder how long it will take before her fingers begin to wander across my flesh as I pretend to sleep while my cock rises, refuting my command.

It will only take days for her to touch me. I know it. The pull tells me so.

She retreats after a while, laying on her back and falling asleep after a few minutes. I can hear it in her heart beat, in her breath.

Now it’s my turn to rise and study her. I lift myself up by my elbow, leaning my face down until my lips reach her ear.

“Dream of where you wish to be touched. Rasp it in your sleep. Beg. And one day I will make it come true.”

I whisper so low that she remains undisturbed. But my words have been spoken, and Herr, the God of passion, will carry the message. It is said that he visits dreams the first night true mates lay beside each other.

I kiss her cheek, stealing a taste, and then I return to my side of the bed. I close my eyes, and fall asleep to blood red dreams of my queen dancing for me.

In the morning, when she can’t meet my gaze, I know she dreamt of me, too.

“Good day,” I greet her.

She dips her head in acknowledgment, and that’s all.

I change into the same clothes I’d worn yesterday: black cotton pants and a black dashiki threaded with gold from my planet. The precious gold humans love. I wonder why Vivian’s eyes never stray greedily.

What I’ll do with the gifts I gathered for my fiance, who I will now have to break a vow to? I will also have to remove her from the palace, but will take no joy in it. I have disgraced her.

I walk to the door, finding my guards standing there. I ask for a report, and am displeased to hear Vivian’s friend has no interest in coming to see her.

This will break her heart.

I shut the door and find her looking out the window, watching my admirers who are surely still there.

“Vivian, your friend has denied my summons. I’m sorry.”

She spins, her curly hair whipping the air. “What?” She whispers, already reaching for her square box the humans call “phone.”

She fusses with the thing, and it buzzes angrily before she taps an option that silences it. She pulls the phone to her ear and paces the room.

“You’re not coming? But you said you would—“

She pauses to listen to her friend.

“What war? They won’t fight over me. That’s crazy! Please come see me.”

There’s a desperation in her voice. A strain. And not even I, a king, stop this. She feels abandoned by her friends and leaders.

I have never felt more worthless as I watch diamond-like tears streak down her cheeks. All the gold in the universe cannot help me.

“Fine. Goodbye, Harper.” She hangs up the phone and wipes her face, staring out the window.

“I am sorry, my Yuri,” I speak.

“She thinks I have a higher purpose,” she laughs wryly. “Tells me I must help humanity by bridging it to your world. That I cannot make you angry or else you’ll bring destruction to us all. That I can’t be selfish.”

I nod. “You were chosen. You do have a higher power.”

“And so I must abandon everything I have been working for? All the progress I’ve made in my life to serve a bond I didn’t ask for and a people I don’t know?”

Her voice is climbing as anger tears her down.

I inhale deeply. “Yes.”

I understand her struggle. Many times, I’ve felt frustrated by my duties—like my betrothal to Briaxa, a woman I don’t love. But I’ve always fulfilled my obligations for the sake of the kingdom.

“You would have taken me to your planet anyway, weren’t you? I never had a choice. If my leaders backed me, you would have crushed them. Made Harper’s fears come true.”

Another deep inhale. A heartbeat. A sigh. “Yes.”

There are things a king must fight for. His queen is one of them. Gold has lost its shine since I locked eyes with her. She’s the kingdom’s treasure.

“When are we leaving?” She asks in a low tone, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Don’t you wish to say goodbye to your parents?” I offer. “Friends?”

“It was just Harper…and no. I don’t wish any more goodbyes.”

There is more to this. Her family situation must be complicated, but this is not the time to explore it.

“You can write to them and the human lawyers to leave your arrangements in order.”

I bite my tongue. Arrangements in order sounds like she’s dying. It was a poor choice of words. She’s leaving everything behind, but she will build anew.

“There is nothing else. Do as you will, King.”

She’s shutting off. Giving up the fight after constant let downs. It kills me to see her spirit dulled. This is not what I wanted, but leaving her in a world of danger is out of the question. She must be with me. In my bed, in my palace.

“Then I will open the portal now.”

Not even the premise of magic makes her perk her head in interest. She is utterly defeated. I did this to her.

I go outside and speak with my men. They are tired and wary. In a foreign world that dissects every step they take. I must take my men and my woman home. They enter the room, carrying a single sack full of Vivian’s belongings. The ones I ordered to be collected.

I reach for my neck and untie my pendant. I set the red crystals on the ground and open my arms wide, summoning my power.

The portal opens, crackling with bursts of electricity. Harmless to the touch.

One by one, without glancing at Vivian, my men drop and walk on their knees across the portal.

Seeing Vivian’s confused expression, I say, “They must cross on their knees as a sign of respect.”

When the last man crosses, she stands in front of me and lowers herself. I grip her shoulder to stop her.

“Queens don’t kneel.”

She pulls herself away and lowers herself. “I am no one’s queen yet.”

I watch her move forward toward the void, until disappearing into my world.

I sigh, knowing that once I cross this portal, the real work will begin.

I move forward, taking my necklace on my way across. Earth fades behind me, and I find Vivian still kneeling. At the mercy of my planet.Her eyes are wide as she takes it all in. Shocked. But I will take this expression over her sad, lost one.

“The palace awaits,” I say, reaching under her arms to pick her up.

I groan when my fingers skim the side of her breast, and my men notice the sound of frustration.

I run my scalding hand over a horn and study Vivian apprehensively.

“Let’s go,” I grit. This time, there is no excitement in my voice.

A/N: THEY'RE HERE! Let’s get the romance going! Please feel free to suggest scenes for me to write.

Btw, I’m Thinking of changing Vivian’s name to Lilian because there are too many V names lol (Vulcan, Vadnar, Vaine, Vivian)

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