Dracon: A Scifi Alien Romance (Rebel Lords Book 1) by Kylie Gold Page A

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    What did that mean? So we were fated mates, but she might not feel it because of being human? Did that mean she wouldn’t have feelings for me and it would be a one-sided love? My head was starting to spin from all the thoughts. The notion of her not loving me back if it was love that I felt, put a knot in my stomach. I sat in silence, waiting with bated breath to hear what he said next. “Ah hah, here it is. Just as I thought,” Kowlow gleamed. “There is a prophecy eerily similar to this situation, and it could be about the two of you. It describes a time of war and depletion caused by an outside enemy. And then goes on to say an enemy will come into the tribe and the outsider will marry an insider, a fated mate. And it reads: everything will be doomed, only to rise again,” Kowlow paused and looked up to me, “Now I think that sounds pretty spot on to the situation you are going through. I always thought it told of a time the tribes of the Navani would turn on one another, and that someone would marry an enemy tribe member to bring peace… I never thought about it being with an alien race. But, it fits.”
    I couldn’t breathe, my breath never releasing from my throat. She… She actually was my fated mate? And not only that, but she would help bring the rise of my people? This was too much to take in, but then again, I didn’t know what I should have expected when coming to the shaman. He had always given such powerful insights into any problem people brought him. I had been naïve to think it would be any different with me going to visit him. At least I wasn’t crazy for being attracted to her; then again, the thought of her being this fated mate and to bring the rise of the Navani was crazy in itself. Not to mention, how was she meant to be a part of this prophecy when the people of the tribe wouldn’t even accept her? We would be killed before I could even claim her. To say the least, Kowlow had given me quite a lot to think on. I stood from the pillow, “Thank you, Great Shaman,” I bowed, showing a sign of respect for the wise elder. “I thank you for your wisdom and your discrepancy.”
    “Anytime, anytime,” Kowlow called to me, seeming to already know I was about to leave seeing as he brought out a hand carved pipe to smoke herbs.
    I exited the teepee and tried to gain my head back from the ravenous thoughts as I headed back to the hut. Confusion didn’t even begin to cover what I felt, it consumed me. Kowlow’s words replayed again and again in my mind, but I just couldn’t make sense of them—I couldn’t make them sink in. Was that knowledge meant to soothe me and bring me joy, or strike fear and anxiety into me? Right then, it was doing all four.
    Entering the hut, I was met by more confusion seeing as Amelia wasn’t at the table. Panic electrified my body, had she tried to escape? I quickly dashed into the private half of the hut and froze in my tracks. The pale angel was in the bed, on top of the blankets in a comfy slumber. She must have grown bored of sitting around all day and decided to nap in my absence. With the sight of her being there, the anxiety and confusion flushed from my body and only relief remained; relief that she was safe. Reaching behind me, I closed the door and stepped towards the bed. Her arms were stretched above her head, her clean, bouncy curls falling around her face. Amelia looked so pure and sweet as she slept, I nearly didn’t want to wake her. Nearly. I could have sat and stared at her delicate face all day, but it was her body that distracted me from my innocent thoughts. The only thing she wore on her body was one of the white linen towels from the bathroom. It was wrapped around her chest, the tuck of the towel starting to come undone as she slept, leaving a narrow slit from her ribs all the way down to where the towel ended on her thigh. It showed just a hint of her creamy skin, the dip of her stomach and curve of her