Alien Soulmate (Paranormal Romance Aliens) by Cristina Grenier Read Free Book Online

Carver did well. He allowed himself to wallow until night fell and then he got to work. Until he figured out a way to power his transporter, he was stuck here. That meant he was going to need to make the best of what he had.
    There was dried food in the kitchen area of the cabin, but it didn't look particularly appetizing. Each transport was stocked with food regularly, enough to last a week or so as standard procedure, so he wouldn't starve for the time being. Stars only knew how long it was going to take him to get back, though, so he would more than likely have to venture out into the human territories in search of more resources.
    Quite frankly, the idea terrified him.
    Carver had never met a human before. He'd seen them on the screens and tablets back home and had heard about how they made sport of killing each other. From what he had learned of their wars and conflicts, there were like the Des'kos with different weapons and more organization.
    The thought of having to go among them, armed with possibly outdated information of how they operated was not a nice one, and he put that out of his head for the time being.
    For now there were other things to focus on.
    It wasn't easy to find the cleaning sensors as they had been covered with dust and dirt sometime in the last twenty years. He cleaned them by hand and then found the panel that activated them, stepping back and watching as the dust and buildup that coated every surface of the cabin was disintegrated. It took several passes of the nano-lasers, but finally the overpowering smell of age and neglect was gone.
    Carver breathed easier. He brought the food in from the transporter and put it away once he had set out a small meal for himself. The last time he had eaten, his father had been alive, so he was long overdue. But he didn't know when he was going to have a chance to restock his supplies or what he would be able to restock them with, so he needed to ration out his portions.
    Once he was fed and had drank some of the cool, horrible tasting water—was there nothing on this planet that was actually clean—from the tap, Carver set out to explore the area around the cabin.
    It was mostly field from what he could tell, though what was planted in the field was anyone's guess. The sound of running water in the hundred or so feet behind the cabin led him to a stream. It seemed serviceable enough, and he made a mental note to compare the pollution levels in the stream water with the levels of the water from the tap. If the stream was cleaner, then he would not be suffering through trying to drink that swill from the sink.
    There was a heavily wooded area to the left of the cabin, and Carver walked into it for about a half mile, looking around and keeping his ears open.
    From what he could tell, there was nothing but animal life in the trees, but he'd need a bio sensor to be sure. At least he'd be able to hunt if he needed to, though the idea of regressing that far back was almost painful.
    By the time he had explored several hundred feet in each direction around the cabin, the sun had risen and he was tired. The bed in the cabin had looked much more comfortable than the cot in his transport, so he was actually looking forward to lying down for a while. He could make more preparations once he had slept.
    As he settled in, he spared a thought for his sister.
    E'lira had lost so much family, and now he had been taken from her as well. He'd had plans to sit down and speak with her, to discuss what path she might want her life to take. She was the only woman left in their family now, and she had so many options to choose from. So much potential.
    Carver could only hope that Ithril didn't plan to neglect her. E'lira was like a flower. She needed light and attention or she tended to wilt into herself. He knew that Ithril cared for her, so he hoped that would be enough.
    Enough to keep them both going until he got back and could make things right. If Ithril faltered…
    That