Hey! I'm sorry this chapter is so short but I have to do my cover reveal for my Ice Era Chronicle "Holiday Cup Of Joe" and then I'm finishing another book that's on my plate. The good news is, I have Octnavin's and Sloan's story just about done and I started on Rhylent's love story. It would be fun to do another Alien book as soon as my Ice Era Chronicles are all polished.
Anyway, to all of you, thanks for reading and commenting and liking my story. I really appreciate it, and coming here to see what's happening is the highlight of my day.
Cheers.
~M. From C.M. Moore
*Chapter 25*
Life is great... really, really, great.
Sloan finished work at the gym and headed to the coffee shop where he liked to pick up a raspberry smoothie. He sat outside at a metal table, finished his drink, and then got on his bike again. He was home as the sun began to set.
Today was great. He had a great job and money in the bank. He had a great place to live and Elijah was great. Even Jazmin was great. They had become friends since she helped him birth an alien. Except... If everything was so great, why did he have to spend every night convincing himself of that?
He'd used the word great way too many times and he knew it.
It had been two weeks. Octnavin and Junior shouldn't bother him anymore. The aliens shouldn't be on his mind.
After Sloan entered his apartment, he tossed his leather jacket over the counter. He stopped before the dining table. A tall, over six-foot woman, leaned against the sofa. She glanced up when he entered as if she belonged there, and he was the intruder.
"I think you have the wrong apartment." Sloan frowned.
"Oh." She shook her head and her thick curls bounced. "This is for Murry." She giggled. "He wanted to try something new." The woman's lips split into a smile as Murry appeared out of Sloan's bathroom.
"Sloan." Murry greeted happily. "Hi."
Sloan did a double-take at the tall woman.
"This is Keltrix? You made him put on a woman suit?"
"I didn't make him. We were playing around." Murry wrapped his arms around the big woman and he kissed her lips. "He wanted to." He laughed. "It's fun."
"Other than making me nauseous, what are you two doing here?"
Murry pulled out of Keltrix's hold and faced him.
"Do you want me to explain?" Keltrix asked.
"I think I should do it. Human to human." Murry began to pace. "I came to talk to you, Sloan." Murry walked back and forth until Sloan was annoyed.
"About?"
"Octnavin started a war with the Folantos. It's not even a war really. He's just systematically killing them all. Even children. He has kind of lost his mind a little. He can't control Darislumroma."
"Who?"
"Junior? They named him," Keltrix spoke up. "Darislumroma. That is the alien you carried."
"Octnavin can't get Daris to train with Kel's offspring or go to royal classes on the political system. Whenever Octnavin wants Daris to do something and he doesn't want to, the offspring says no and then shows a particular horrible playback of you dying."
"Dick move," Sloan muttered.
"Daris has replayed your death so often that I could give you a second by second breakdown of your last breath." Keltrix tossed some of his curls off his forehead. "Including the exact shade of your blood as it coated your lips."
"Ouch." Sloan wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Octnavin is depressed," Murry began again.
"I do not mean to speak ill of my ruler but..." Keltrix nodded. "I agree with my cat."
Sloan crossed his arms over his chest. "What do you want me to do? I live here."
"That's the thing." Murry grinned.
"The cat and I want you to come back with us." Keltrix gave a formal bow. "We request your presence at the castle."
"Come with us." Murry's eyes turned hopeful. "Come and talk to Octnavin."
