Romancing Rem’eb (Ice Planet Clones #3) Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Ice Planet Clones Series by Ruby Dixon
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Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 91775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
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“I have invited you,” he reassures me, lifting my hand to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. “All of you. I think once my father adjusts to the idea, he will like having a great many people around. And until my people are used to strange faces amongst us, it is safer for all if you are where Cas’zor and myself can watch over you closely.”

“Okay then. I love you.” I reluctantly let go of him and smile at Cas’zor as Rem’eb strides away to his father’s quarters.

“Come,” Cas’zor says, beckoning us inside. “There are many empty rooms. Plenty of space for all.”

With Cas’zor and Noj’me’s help, we get everyone settled in the chief’s house. He’s right that there’s enough room for everyone – off of the inner garden full of colorful mushrooms and strange sculptures and the burbling fountain in the center, there’s a half-dozen large rooms, most of them heavy with dust and long unused. Lauren and K’thar and their son take the largest one, and I’m happy to see poor little Kki sitting atop K’thar’s head and preening. Underground, there’s no need for him to huddle for warmth.

If nothing else, Kki is going to love it here.

“Devi is going to be so sad she’s missing this,” comments Vivi, who takes her pack from her mate Skarr and enters their new room. “I wouldn’t be surprised to find her on our doorstep by the time the week is out.”

“There is room for more if they arrive,” Cas’zor says cheerfully. “Are you all hungry? I can make soup and serve some sliced mushroom. And there is plenty of fruited water.”

It’s been such a busy time that I’ve completely forgotten about the supplies we’ve brought. “Oh! Speaking of food—we’re going to have a feast tomorrow. We’ve brought food from above—fresh meat and roots and fish from the sea. We thought it might be a good way to introduce ourselves to everyone. And it’ll give the village a chance to gather and hear more about Rem’eb’s plans for change.” I bite my lip, glancing back at the rooms at the far end of the large house, where Rem’eb is no doubt talking with his father. “Do you think the chief will disapprove?”

Cas’zor just smiles. “I think he will love that his son is becoming the leader he has always wanted him to be.”

After everyone is settled, I’m led to a smaller room off to the side. It’s Rem’eb’s childhood bedroom, complete with a narrow pallet for sleeping, a few decorative pillows tossed upon it, and an old cloth doll that looks like a mushroom with a froglike face atop the cap. I clutch it to my chest and stare up at the lattice ceiling that isn’t truly a ceiling, and wonder at how tomorrow is going to go.

I wonder about the feast. How Lauren and her mate, and Skarr and his mate, will get along with everyone – and them with us. I wonder about the baby we’ve made. Mostly I just wonder if Rem’eb is all right, because I know he worries about his father.

I drift off to sleep, clutching the doll. Some time later, Rem’eb enters the room, weariness evident in his large form. He strips off his kilt and sandals—clothing he switched to the moment we entered the warmth of the fruit cave—and then joins me in the bed. He pulls me close, resting his cheek on my breasts, and I nudge his large, arching horns out of the way so he maneuvers his head and they don’t press against my face.

“How did it go?” I ask, brushing his hair back from his brow. “How’s your father?”

He sighs heavily. “Deep in his sadness. He has not moved from his bed since I left. My betrayal made him despair, and when he saw me, he wept. He did not even care that I told him I was changing things. He was just so relieved I had returned.” His arms tighten around me. “I did not realize how much I would hurt him.”

“You had to do what you thought was right,” I reassure him, stroking his brow. “Would you have changed your mind?”

Rem’eb thinks for a moment. “No. It was the right thing to do. He had no right to keep you. No right to lock the females away, either.”

“Then don’t dwell on it.” I trace his brows lovingly. “All you can do is be there for him now. Your people need a leader, and if he’s not going to be chief, it’s up to you to take the reins.”

“What are reins?”

I bite back a chuckle. “Let me rephrase. If he’s not going to be chief, you need to be chief.”

Rem’eb grunts. “He said the same thing. He wants me to take over.” He strokes his hand down my side. “And he is excited for our child. Will you meet with him?”



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