Dragon King's Alien Queen

Chapter 6

Thinking for a moment, Rokk turned more fully toward his king. “We can put them in the family quarters on the fifth floor. They will be right down the hall from you. Your brothers are not visiting for a while. It will give you the access you need, and she will still be with her family or crew.” Rokk stuttered over the word just as Glacian had. It seemed an odd term to him. He paused as something else occurred to him. “There is the matter of Kittra to consider, Sire.”

Glacian grimaced. Kittra had been his lover off and on for about two years. More off than on now that he really thought about it. She had convinced herself she would be queen just because she occasionally shared his bed. He had assured her more than once that it would not happen. Not only was he not interested in making her queen and being stuck with her for the rest of his life, but none of his people that lived in the castle liked her. There had been several times he’d had to step in and fix an escalating situation that she had caused because she had tried using power that was not hers to use. She was spiteful enough to cause a lot of problems for his mate. Simply because his mate didn’t know anything about their way of life.

“Send her to Balkan. Call ahead and immediately move her. I don’t want her in the castle. Have the maids pack her things and send them to her. She can make due with what Balkan has on hand until her belongings arrive,” Glacian said decisively. His brother, as king of Venia, would be able to provide more than she would need.

“She will not go quietly,” Rokk warned. The female was notorious for causing a scene if she did not get what she wanted when she wanted it.

“I don’t care how she does it. Just that she does. I will call Balkan and let him know that I am sending him a present.” As Rokk stepped away to fulfill his king’s wishes, Glacian lifted his wrist and entered his brother’s code into his comm band.

“What?” came the gruff greeting from his brother.

“Well, hello to you too,” Glacian shot back.

“Busy. What do you want?” Balkan shot back. There was rustling in the background and, he wasn’t sure, but Glacian thought he heard mumbling.

He couldn’t contain the laugh at his horny brother’s expense. “You can stop chasing whatever female you're after for two minutes.”

“Oh, I’m not chasing. I caught her. You’re interrupting.” The smug satisfaction in his voice said it all. There was a distinct sound of a slap and then more muffles as though a bound woman was protesting loudly at the treatment.

“Fine. I’ll get to the point. I’m sending Kittra to you.” He had no time for his brothers’ s.exual games at the moment. His eyes strayed back to his mate and her crew where they were huddled talking too quietly for him to overhear. Not that it would matter. He was sure that they were again speaking in a language he couldn’t understand. Her disobedience sent a flash of irritation through his system. His inner dragon just snickered.

There was a short pause. “Why? I don’t want the little troublemaker.” Word had spread of the female’s penchant for causing a raucous. All of the brothers had heard about it. And not from Glacian, so he was sure that his brother’s still had their sources inside his kingdom.

“I didn’t say you had to f.uck her. Just take her off my hands. I found my mate and I don’t want Kittra anywhere near her.” Glacian glanced over at the group again and watched as they, one by one, attached the communication disks. Amazingly, they bore the pain just as well as his mate had. Maybe there was more to this group than he originally thought. Could they be stronger than they looked? The females were so fragile looking. It wasn’t something he wanted to put to the test. “Kittra will be there within the next few hours.” His brother’s castle was a four hour flight away.

“Congratulations on finding your mate, brother. When do we meet her?” Balkan sounded distracted.

“It will be a while. I want her to get used to the mating and me.” He paused, not wanting to admit the last part but feeling compelled to tell his older brother everything. “She’s fighting the mating,” Glacian admitted reluctantly. He knew his brothers would never let him live it down. Glacian had been the loudest about how his mate would just fall in line when he found her.

“I like her already. What’s her name? Which kingdom is she from?” Balkan didn't even try to hide his amusement.

There was a long pause. He was really embarrassed to admit that he didn’t know it. She had pointed that fact out to him just minutes ago and he hadn’t taken the opportunity to learn it. Why hadn’t he asked her? It would make his brother even more interested if he found out that his mate was a new survivor that had just landed. Or crashed, as it were.

Suddenly, boisterous laughter came over the link. “You don’t even know her name?” More uncontrollable laughing. “This is going to be spectacular. Sure. Send Kittra to me. I’ll keep her busy. She can join my maid staff. She needs to be brought down a peg or two. But I’m coming soon to meet your mate.” Chuckling, he ended the call without waiting for a reply.

Inside his head, his dragon was laughing just as hard as his brother but there was a faint hint of irritation as well. His inner beast seemed to think he was handling this mate situation all wrong. But he was having a good time watching his human half struggle. Push came to shove, he would jump in and help if it meant securing his mate. But he was getting too much amusement out of this right now.

Cursing under his breath, Glacian turned back to the small group. He noticed his female was standing in front, obviously the leader. The three men were surrounding the two women, covering their backs. It was a stance they obviously had taken many times. They seemed comfortable with each other in a way that only a close tight knit group could be.

Walking back toward them, he looked at Rokk, who nodded his head. Everything had been set in motion. His gaze returned to the group.

“Can everyone understand me now?” At their nods he continued. “I am Glacian, King of East Balaur. This area that you landed in is part of my kingdom. The dragon next to me is my advisor and second in command, Rokk. If I am unavailable, you can get what you need from him. What are your names?” he asked expectantly.

His female smirked knowingly. She knew this was his way of trying to fix the question earlier when she proved that he knew nothing about her. She gestured at the small woman next to her. “This is Bao.” She pointed at each in turn. “Fabrizio, Mikhail, Greg.”

He waited but she wasn’t forthcoming. His little mate wasn’t going to make this easy for him. Why couldn’t she simply give him her name? Attempting to contain his ire, he bit down on his tongue before demanding. “And yours?”

“Commander,” she said seriously.

Glacian looked to her team behind her to see if she was just messing with him. That couldn’t possibly be her name. Her crew were as straight faced and serious as she was.

“Your name is Commander? That isn’t a name, it’s a military rank.” That couldn’t be it. She had to be messing with him.

“That is what everyone calls me who isn’t family.” She stood there calmly and confidently. She was making it known to all present that she did not consider him to be part of her family. She didn’t trust him or Rokk. In a way, he could understand that. But she was his mate. He refused to let her put any distance between them.

“And for those who are family?” He was a tenacious bastard.

She made him wait, which had him gnashing his teeth. She was growing tired of the game at this point. “Kiera.”

“Kiera,” he repeated. He smiled. It was an odd name but he liked the sound of it. They all had strange names, though he supposed they more than likely thought his and Rokk’s names were strange.

She was about to inform him that he didn’t have the right to call her that when Bao spoke up.

“Holy s.hit! They have fangs,” Bao said softly in Chinese, switching languages in her shock.

Kiera smiled at her companion in amusement. “They are dragon men, Bao. I doubt that is the only thing different about them,” she returned in Chinese.

“I’m sorry. Is there a problem?” Glacian asked. His smile slipped as his gaze went between the two females. Was it just him or did they speak a different language than they had earlier? It certainly sounded different.

“Your fangs just surprised her,” Kiera explained.

“She couldn’t have said it in Drakian?” he asked incredulously.

“We tend to fall back on our native languages. Habit.” She shrugged, unconcerned. He was going to have to get over them only speaking Drakian. Did he really think, just because they were on a different planet, that they would forget where they came from?

“Languages? How many languages do you speak?” Rokk asked curiously. These survivors fascinated him. He had never met any quite like them.

It was a question that Glacian wanted the answer to as well.

“Five,” she lied. There was no way she was giving these dragon men any information about them. She was sure that they would exploit it the first chance they got.