Dracon: A Scifi Alien Romance (Rebel Lords Book 1) by Kylie Gold Page A
Authors: Kylie Gold
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above my head. My heart was racing from the anxiety, but I tried to calm myself the best I could in order to keep my hands from shaking. Damnit Amelia, just do it, I thought bitterly to myself. Without another thought, I brought the ax high above my head and then swung down with all my might. There was a loud squeal and then a thump. My eyes lowered to find the kawrun on the ground, its neck with a massive gash along the back of it. The beast was stiff, its eyes lifeless as the blood drained from its neck.
While usually, I would have probably vomited at the sight of a creature lying dead on the ground, bleeding out, I actually felt a sense of pride. I had actually done it!? Dracon was already walking over to check out the kawrun as I teemed with pride; only stopping for a moment to turn the switch on the ax off. “Oh my god, I actually did it!” I exclaimed, grabbing at his arm. “I really didn’t think I was actually going to be able to do it. But I did it. I can’t believe it.”
His lilac hues looked over my expression with a chuckle, seeming to find entertainment in my excitement. “Oh yes, very proud of you, Amelia the Slaughterer,” he joked.
I gave him a nudge, “Hey don’t mock me. Humans don’t typically kill their own food. So it’s a big deal, thank you very much.”
Dracon gave a strange look then, “Then how do you get your meat?”
“Well, certain people raise and breed cattle in massive quantities, and then slaughter them and sell their meat in packages,” I explained. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
Dracon’s strange expression faded into a soft grin then. “Well then, let’s get your prized kill back to the tribe. Looks like you killed a good one,” he gave a wink before stepping over the bush to retrieve the kawrun. “They may even welcome you into the feast with a prize like this,” Dracon called to me before rolling the beast over to let the blood finish draining from it. He then bent down and lifted it up with a heave. I couldn’t help but gape at his strength. That thing had to be a few hundred pounds. While he wasn’t carrying it as though it weighed nothing, it was still amazing he could even lift it. On a good day, I could do a pull-up and support my own weight—nothing at the caliber he was carrying.
I stayed close to him, the staff of the ax still in my hands. “Feast? What are they celebrating?” I asked.
“Peace, another day of living, having bountiful food, whatever you want it to be a celebration of. We have feasts a lot since the war began to be together as a whole I suppose and celebrate in case it is our last. Our tribe has always celebrated a lot, though. With our communal way of living and sharing our food anyways, it just makes sense,” he explained with a slightly strained voice while he carried the kawrun. He gave a soft chuckle, “There are a few there who will just love you for killing this guy.”
I hoped he was right; I wanted the Navani to see me as something, anything that wasn’t the colonists there on Shaviro. To see me as an ally, not an enemy.
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Dracon
B y the time we returned to the tribe, the feast had already begun to be set up. I had dropped the kawrun off with the men in charge of cooking the meats, who praised me for the kill. And when I informed them it was Amelia who killed it, they fell silent and all seemed to turn away; only one of them actually looked at her and gave a half-hearted thanks. I tried to not let it bother me that they wouldn’t just accept her. They didn’t have the connection I had with her, and they didn’t see her in the light I saw her. It would take time for them to accept her, but they would have to. After taking the time to let what the shaman had said about Amelia being my fated mate sink in, and spending time with her by showing her around the tribe and taking her hunting… I knew it was true. Amelia was my fated mate, and I would claim her as my own, as my wife.
I guided Amelia back to
While usually, I would have probably vomited at the sight of a creature lying dead on the ground, bleeding out, I actually felt a sense of pride. I had actually done it!? Dracon was already walking over to check out the kawrun as I teemed with pride; only stopping for a moment to turn the switch on the ax off. “Oh my god, I actually did it!” I exclaimed, grabbing at his arm. “I really didn’t think I was actually going to be able to do it. But I did it. I can’t believe it.”
His lilac hues looked over my expression with a chuckle, seeming to find entertainment in my excitement. “Oh yes, very proud of you, Amelia the Slaughterer,” he joked.
I gave him a nudge, “Hey don’t mock me. Humans don’t typically kill their own food. So it’s a big deal, thank you very much.”
Dracon gave a strange look then, “Then how do you get your meat?”
“Well, certain people raise and breed cattle in massive quantities, and then slaughter them and sell their meat in packages,” I explained. “I’ve never done anything like this.”
Dracon’s strange expression faded into a soft grin then. “Well then, let’s get your prized kill back to the tribe. Looks like you killed a good one,” he gave a wink before stepping over the bush to retrieve the kawrun. “They may even welcome you into the feast with a prize like this,” Dracon called to me before rolling the beast over to let the blood finish draining from it. He then bent down and lifted it up with a heave. I couldn’t help but gape at his strength. That thing had to be a few hundred pounds. While he wasn’t carrying it as though it weighed nothing, it was still amazing he could even lift it. On a good day, I could do a pull-up and support my own weight—nothing at the caliber he was carrying.
I stayed close to him, the staff of the ax still in my hands. “Feast? What are they celebrating?” I asked.
“Peace, another day of living, having bountiful food, whatever you want it to be a celebration of. We have feasts a lot since the war began to be together as a whole I suppose and celebrate in case it is our last. Our tribe has always celebrated a lot, though. With our communal way of living and sharing our food anyways, it just makes sense,” he explained with a slightly strained voice while he carried the kawrun. He gave a soft chuckle, “There are a few there who will just love you for killing this guy.”
I hoped he was right; I wanted the Navani to see me as something, anything that wasn’t the colonists there on Shaviro. To see me as an ally, not an enemy.
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Dracon
B y the time we returned to the tribe, the feast had already begun to be set up. I had dropped the kawrun off with the men in charge of cooking the meats, who praised me for the kill. And when I informed them it was Amelia who killed it, they fell silent and all seemed to turn away; only one of them actually looked at her and gave a half-hearted thanks. I tried to not let it bother me that they wouldn’t just accept her. They didn’t have the connection I had with her, and they didn’t see her in the light I saw her. It would take time for them to accept her, but they would have to. After taking the time to let what the shaman had said about Amelia being my fated mate sink in, and spending time with her by showing her around the tribe and taking her hunting… I knew it was true. Amelia was my fated mate, and I would claim her as my own, as my wife.
I guided Amelia back to
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