Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 42253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | The Lonely Orphan (The Lost Planet #5) |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | K. Webster |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B07X9HPN8Y |
| Book Information: | |
Our planet has hope. Still decaying and barely inhabitable, but ours. With the arrival of the females, we’re no longer lonely. Well, some of us aren’t. For the rest, we ache for what they have. Peace. Happiness. Love. But where the other unmatched Morts want a mate to call their own, I’m different. Life cruelly made me fall for the one person I’m not allowed to have. Bitterness and jealousy are my mates now. I’ve resigned myself to the fact that I will always be alone. Until my commander sends me on a mission to rescue someone very important to his mate—her sister. A woman so different. So imperfect. So maddeningly defiant. Someone I have no interest in whatsoever. This feral female will never own my heart. Or so I thought. Love always has a plan of its own. | |
| Books in Series: | The Lost Planet Series by K. Webster |
| Books by Author: | K. Webster Books |
Prologue
Hadrian
I was a happy mort.
Playful. Fun. Adventurous.
Until I saw my first alien female.
The beating heart inside my chest thumped hard—so hard I worried I’d contracted a case of The Rades—when I looked at her soft, pale skin and her plump pink lips. I’d grown warm all over my body when I heard her voice. And when she spoke to me, I was completely enamored.
I would do anything for her.
Rekking anything.
Problem is, she’s not mine. No matter how much I want her to be, she’ll always belong to the mort who I think of as a father. He claimed her as if my heart that beat only for her didn’t matter.
And she claimed him too.
They have a mortling together now.
I press my clawed fingers to my chest where the ache won’t go away. It just burns each solar, hotter and more fierce. When Breccan told me I’d be leaving on this mission with Theron, I’d been furious. It took everything in me not to rage at him. I’m normally pretty in control of my emotions, but a few of my sub-bones popped upon his order, giving away my anger.
He knows.
I’ve teased him that if he ever goes to The Eternals, I will step in his place. But it’s truth. Some solars, I hate that I imagine a time when he’s gone and I must be her mate. It’s not that I wish Breccan gone, it’s that I wish Aria were mine.
Simply thinking her name has a lump of pain growing in my chest.
“Who kicked your rogcow?” Theron asks, sauntering into the control room of the Mayvina.
I snort and stare out at the clouds beyond the glass. We’re traveling just inside Mortuus’s atmosphere, above the raging geostorms. Magnastrikes light up the red clouds below us. It’s peaceful up here. I’d worried I’d feel trapped or contained, but instead I can relax some.
In the facility, I was trapped.
It was worse than the time Breccan stuck me in a reform cell for two solars as punishment when I went swimming in the underground wells. I’d thought because I was nearly as tall as him I could knock him over and exert my strength. He quickly subdued me and locked me in there to “cool my rekking nog off.” Back then, only a few revolutions ago, I hated every horrible second while behind those bars.
But nothing is as bad as being held in a building, forced to watch everyone around you fall in love, mate, and have mortlings. Worse yet, watch the one you love happy with her family.
“You’re quiet and it’s unsettling,” Theron huffs, kicking my chair once he sits in the captain’s seat. “I thought you’d enjoy escaping Breccan’s grumbling and at the very least be entertaining to me.”
I scowl at him. “You can’t force someone to be happy.”
“Why aren’t you happy? We’re on an adventure, Hadrian. Above the clouds, we’re free.” Theron is beaming and thrumming with wild energy.
“Do you ever get jealous of the other morts?” I ask, not meeting his curious stare.
“Always.”
I snap my eyes to meet his. “Really?”
“Absolutely. One day, I hope I’ll find a mate.”
“I don’t want to find a mate,” I growl. “I want Aria.”
His dark brows furl. “You know you can’t have Breccan’s mate. We’ve talked about this. Are you rekking mad?”
“Jareth and Sayer share Grace,” I argue. “Why can’t he share Aria with me?”
He lets out a ragged breath. “Hadrian, there’s a difference.”
“How?”
“Rekk, you really are young.”
I don’t remind him that four solars ago—when we embarked on this journey—I turned eighteen revolutions. In the hustle to get out and on this mission, no one remembered. Not Breccan. Not Aria. No one.
“I just don’t see the difference,” I mutter, already feeling defeated.
“Grace chose them both, but…”
He doesn’t have to say it.
But Aria didn’t choose me.
She chose Breccan and only Breccan.
The pain swells inside me.
“You can’t keep going on like this,” he says. “Wishing for something that will never happen. It’s not right.”
“I know,” I mutter, the words bitter on my tongue. Truth is, I don’t know. I can’t change the way I feel. I’m simply destined to ache for something I’ll never have.
“Oh,” Theron says, pulling something from his breast pocket. “I forgot to give this to you.” He tosses me a folded paper, and then swivels around in his chair so he can mess with some dials on the comms unit. The video screen is scrambled with white static.
I pick up the paper from my lap and unfold it. In our language, but Aria’s handwriting, I read the note.
Hadrian,
Look! I can write Mortuuan! Well, not really. Uvie is helping with this endeavor, but maybe one day I can do it on my own so I can teach Sokko and the others both English and Mortuuan. Anyway, I’m writing this to tell you happy birthday! Eighteen! I remember eighteen…I was drunk and it was terrible, but I got a new car, so that was fun. But I immediately wrecked it, so that was not fun. Thank God you don’t have alcohol here.