Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2) by Aana Celestya

engraved in his mind. “I will never forget watching those of the race I was born to, destroying the woman who taught me the word mama. ”  The Second’s jaw dropped as he realized the implication, but his revulsion was nothing compared to Amiilya’s dismay. 
    “Galtan,” she said, her voice quivering. “If it comes to that, will you promise me something?”
    “What?”
    “Kill me.  Quick.  Consider it a mercy to me and kill me.”  Tears rolled over her soft cheeks, but Galtan could tell that they were not for her, but for him.  Before Galtan could answer Amiilya’s request, the Second suggested an alternative.
    “That may not be necessary.” Galtan turned to look at the prince, but his eyes focused on a thin, folded sheaf of papers, the man held.  Galtan had to force his gaze to the prince’s face.  “They are signed by the One; they permit you to remove your human from the planet.  You are being asked to tour the Velishi capital.  Granted they demand that you return with her, but you and I both know that things can happen in space.”
    It was the window Galtan had been searching for.  He would take a small vessel and could detour to the space surrounding Amiilya’s home world.  Galtan was confident in his ability to pilot her almost the whole way if not all the way to the small blue and green world.  He would take her home; spare her the nightmares that those of Amirak-Ren tried to hide behind gleaming crystal.
     

Chapter 8… Homeward
                 
    Amelia didn’t know what she expected from the spaceport, but she was rather surprised by how much it resembled Earth’s main port.  The wide halls and corridors, the gleaming polished stone and metal all reminded Amelia of the primary hub located off the north-eastern American super metropolis.
    Galtan had left Amelia at the table with the prince and had gone upstairs; he disappeared for a noticeable amount of time and when he returned, her lover had had bags tossed over his shoulder and Herman under his arm.  Amelia had stared at Galtan confused; however, he spoke to the prince before she could question what was occurring.
    “I assume that there is a vessel ready if those documents are inked and sealed?”
    “That is correct.  There is a small single-pilot ship available.  Fuelled.  Stocked.  Cleared to leave the atmosphere.  I made sure that there was commentary included justifying the trip with regards to the recent territorial invasion.”  The prince stood. “Do you have somewhere I can change?  I will go to the port with you and force security.”
    “Wait!” Amelia interrupted.  “What is going on?  As I am very much at the center of these issues, I deserve to know.”
    “I am arranging for the Lord Commander to get you off Amirak-Ren.”  The prince stood as he answered.
    “Why?”  Why is he helping Galtan?  I don’t want Galtan to be caught in a trap…
    “Do you want to die?”   The prince asked before Galtan could speak.
    “No, why are you helping him?”
                  “One, I owe Galtan.  Secondly, he is not alone in his distaste for the way things are here.”  The man’s nonchalant shrug might have hidden the extent of his distaste, if the loathing hadn’t shown clearly on the man’s face.
    “What will happen to Galtan?”  Amelia was quite good an injecting her questions before Galtan could cut off the conversation.  Being a linguist had its skills – especially when paired with a business mind.
                  “There are likely to be those who will push for his punishment.  Unfortunately for them, they cannot beat him.” 
                  “But he would forever have adversaries here?”
                  “Undoubtedly, but that is no different than I have always faced.”  Galtan finally managed to get his opinion into the exchange.  Yet, Amelia completely ignored the man she had come to care deeply for – she didn’t