Alien Warrior's Baby (Scifi Alien Romance) (Zoran Warriors Book 2) by Luna Hunter Page B
Authors: Luna Hunter
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are newsworthy, but what about footage of the commander of the Vonnegut exploding in rage? I’ll leak them onto the web, and they’ll create such a buzz that Central News won’t be able to sweep this story under the rug any longer.
“Now listen here—”
“It’s the fourth shipment that has gone missing in under a month. Some are saying that perhaps it’s time for a change in leadership. How do you feel about that?”
“ENOUGH!” the beefy man bellows. He pounds his priceless, mahogany table with his fist, his face contorted with rage. “You can’t march in here and make these baseless accusations, while—”
Tobias’s anger-fueled rant is interrupted by the incessant beeping of his desk-com.
“What now?!” he cries as he mashes the button.
“Sir, it’s the Zoran,” his secretary says, her voice quivering.
“What about them?!”
“They’re here.”
The girl hasn’t even finished her sentence before the doors of Tobias’s office slide open. A tall and broad-shouldered Zoran strides into the room, and I can’t help but suck in a gulp of air when I see just how damn big he is.
Tobias rests his head on his hands. “Again? Won’t these damn aliens ever stop barging into my office?” he mutters under his breath, his fingers pressing against his temples.
The dark bronze alien warrior walks right up to me, and immediately I feel dwarfed by his immense frame. His piercing eyes, the color of autumn leaves, seem to penetrate my soul. I feel like an open book in front of him. His sleek, jet-black armor hugs every muscle in his well-defined body perfectly, and I realize this is what perfection looks like.
Luckily, the moment passes, and I regain some of my professional composure. I hop out of my seat and extend my hand.
“I’m Kaitlyn Hunt, from Central News,” I say. Judging by the warrior’s decorated chest, I’d say he’s a high-ranking official. Perhaps a general?
The man frowns at me. It looks good on him.
“Tobias Simopoulos?” he says, his voice a low growl. He ignores my introduction, but as a reporter, I’m used to it.
“Yes?” Tobias answers with a sigh. “What is it this time?”
“Are you here about the missing shipments?” I say.
The man’s vibrant eyes lock onto mine. They seem to flicker like a flame, and for a fraction of a second, my knees feel like buckling. I’m used to being around powerful men – being a pain in their ass is kinda my job – but none have his aura; none command such power.
“What do you mean?” the alien asks.
“Several shipments of the Archer Cure have gone missing,” I answer. “Were you not aware of this?”
The brooding alien glares at Tobias with such fury I fear he might spontaneously combust.
“What is the female talking about?!” he roars, and Tobias shrinks.
“No-nothing,” he stammers. “We’ve h-had a few logistical p-problems, that’s all.”
I snort. “Is that what you’re going with, Tobias? Logistical problems? Please. Over four shipments of the cure have gone missing the last month alone. I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of this, but no one seems to care.”
The alien warrior studies me, his fiery eyes scanning my frame. “Who are you again?”
“Kaitlyn Hunt. Central News. Pleasure to meet you.”
This time he shakes my hand, his giant paw making me feel small. His grip is firm and tight.
“General Tyr,” he says with a nod.
A general! Jackpot!
“I’m here because we’ve received reports that a Senator is in hiding in this sector.”
Tobias rises from his seat and puts his hands up defensively. “I can assure you that we’re not harboring any runaway Zoran Senators on this station, or on Earth for that matter. In fact, the idea alone is preposterous, as we would never—”
“That’s not what our scanners tell us,” General Tyr interrupts him. “Gorgi is his name. He’s a fugitive, and if anyone is found harboring him, I assure you, they will be dealt with swiftly .”
He
“Now listen here—”
“It’s the fourth shipment that has gone missing in under a month. Some are saying that perhaps it’s time for a change in leadership. How do you feel about that?”
“ENOUGH!” the beefy man bellows. He pounds his priceless, mahogany table with his fist, his face contorted with rage. “You can’t march in here and make these baseless accusations, while—”
Tobias’s anger-fueled rant is interrupted by the incessant beeping of his desk-com.
“What now?!” he cries as he mashes the button.
“Sir, it’s the Zoran,” his secretary says, her voice quivering.
“What about them?!”
“They’re here.”
The girl hasn’t even finished her sentence before the doors of Tobias’s office slide open. A tall and broad-shouldered Zoran strides into the room, and I can’t help but suck in a gulp of air when I see just how damn big he is.
Tobias rests his head on his hands. “Again? Won’t these damn aliens ever stop barging into my office?” he mutters under his breath, his fingers pressing against his temples.
The dark bronze alien warrior walks right up to me, and immediately I feel dwarfed by his immense frame. His piercing eyes, the color of autumn leaves, seem to penetrate my soul. I feel like an open book in front of him. His sleek, jet-black armor hugs every muscle in his well-defined body perfectly, and I realize this is what perfection looks like.
Luckily, the moment passes, and I regain some of my professional composure. I hop out of my seat and extend my hand.
“I’m Kaitlyn Hunt, from Central News,” I say. Judging by the warrior’s decorated chest, I’d say he’s a high-ranking official. Perhaps a general?
The man frowns at me. It looks good on him.
“Tobias Simopoulos?” he says, his voice a low growl. He ignores my introduction, but as a reporter, I’m used to it.
“Yes?” Tobias answers with a sigh. “What is it this time?”
“Are you here about the missing shipments?” I say.
The man’s vibrant eyes lock onto mine. They seem to flicker like a flame, and for a fraction of a second, my knees feel like buckling. I’m used to being around powerful men – being a pain in their ass is kinda my job – but none have his aura; none command such power.
“What do you mean?” the alien asks.
“Several shipments of the Archer Cure have gone missing,” I answer. “Were you not aware of this?”
The brooding alien glares at Tobias with such fury I fear he might spontaneously combust.
“What is the female talking about?!” he roars, and Tobias shrinks.
“No-nothing,” he stammers. “We’ve h-had a few logistical p-problems, that’s all.”
I snort. “Is that what you’re going with, Tobias? Logistical problems? Please. Over four shipments of the cure have gone missing the last month alone. I’ve been trying to get to the bottom of this, but no one seems to care.”
The alien warrior studies me, his fiery eyes scanning my frame. “Who are you again?”
“Kaitlyn Hunt. Central News. Pleasure to meet you.”
This time he shakes my hand, his giant paw making me feel small. His grip is firm and tight.
“General Tyr,” he says with a nod.
A general! Jackpot!
“I’m here because we’ve received reports that a Senator is in hiding in this sector.”
Tobias rises from his seat and puts his hands up defensively. “I can assure you that we’re not harboring any runaway Zoran Senators on this station, or on Earth for that matter. In fact, the idea alone is preposterous, as we would never—”
“That’s not what our scanners tell us,” General Tyr interrupts him. “Gorgi is his name. He’s a fugitive, and if anyone is found harboring him, I assure you, they will be dealt with swiftly .”
He
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