The Cyborg's Rebel E-Book

Nova Edwins

• Herausgeber: Black Umbrella Publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Royal Cyborg
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 94

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

It was never my plan to get married. Not to mention that I certainly wouldn't have chosen a human bride. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to take Sara Asquith as my wife due to family commitments. I could probably get used to her curvy body and her surprisingly sharp tongue, but my future wife doesn't want to get married at all and is—unsurprisingly—not exactly willing to compromise... Historical romance meets space.* Princess meets cyborg. Completely over-the-top with all the best champagne flutes, fanciest ball gowns, and shiniest crowns you could wish for. (*No actual history or science involved.)

Leseprobe

THE CYBORG’S REBEL

ROYAL CYBORGS 4

NOVA EDWINS

DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

The Cyborg’s Rebel

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

About Nova Edwins

THE CYBORG’S REBEL

It was never my plan to get married. Not to mention that I certainly wouldn’t have chosen a human bride. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to take Sara Asquith as my wife due to family commitments.

I could probably get used to her curvy body and her surprisingly sharp tongue, but my future wife doesn’t want to get married at all and is—unsurprisingly—not exactly willing to compromise...

Historical romance meets space.* Princess meets cyborg. Completely over-the-top with all the best champagne flutes, fanciest ball gowns, and shiniest crowns you could wish for.

(*No actual history or science involved.)

1

LORD

I listened to the High Council of Cyborgs without voicing my surprise. A wife. I was supposed to get married. Me, of all people, simply because my family was one of the most influential on Asaverra. Sometimes my life really sucked.

However, I found it much worse that I was expected to take a human woman as my bride. The humans had recently gained much influence in the Alrai Belt, where Asaverra was located. I was assured—multiple times—that the marriage was a politically imperative step for the cyborgs.

After the leaders disappeared, my father turned to me. “I trust that you will make the right decision.”

“Of course.” I lowered my head respectfully while my brother crossed the room and filled three glasses with the finest Kloshlu credits could buy.

He came back and handed us the glasses. “I’ve heard that the female humans tend to be quite submissive, so you can at least train your bride according to your preferences.”

My father shrugged and stared into his glass. “The High Council will want to see offspring.”

“That’s not a problem.” I knew what was expected of me, and I hadn’t been such a good soldier for so long because I had trouble following simple commands.

I would marry the woman, fuck her as many times as necessary to impregnate her, and then banish her to my country estate at the outskirts of the eastern district. There she would stay until the child was born before we repeated the whole process. Five to six children should be enough, as long as three of them were boys.

Maybe I shouldn’t have come home. I had been gone for almost ten standard years, after joining the military at a young age, protecting Asaverra and its inhabitants from all kinds of threats. To be honest, I was more in the mood for some time off instead of a loveless marriage. But then my brother would have to marry that woman instead of me.

I looked at Nire and was quite sure that he would have had no problem standing in for me. My brother loved all female creatures—the species didn’t matter. He would enjoy a human toy as much as any other.

By all heavens, I just hoped my bride wasn’t so ugly that my dick couldn’t get hard—there had to be a reason she was practically auctioned off to the highest bidder, even though she didn’t descend from any of the royal bloodlines.

“How soon are you willing to marry the human?” My father looked at me, and I knew there was only one acceptable answer for him.

I forced a smile. “As soon as you deem necessary.”

“How about tomorrow?”

“Of course, Father. Tomorrow it is.”

2

SARA

My hosts had called me a “guest,” but I knew what I really was: a prisoner. Ever since my father had agreed to marry me off, I had been stuck here. I didn’t have the slightest idea when I would have to marry or whom because no one felt it necessary to inform me. All I knew was that my father had traded me in for more political power.

My mother had—as always—just stood by while crying silently. She hadn’t even looked in my direction as my father’s lousy henchmen dragged me out of the villa.

I touched my lip; it still hurt where the skin had split open after my father’s punch, because I had refused to be simply handed over to a new owner like a piece of cattle. Should my future husband think that a nice, obedient, and submissive wife was waiting for him, he was in for a nasty surprise.

With a frown, I stared out the window of the Crystal and looked at the eastern district below me. Not that I could see anything from up here. I just liked sitting in this little alcove and dreaming of another life. And the view from the window was better than staring at the glaringly white ceiling.

I didn’t react when the door opened because it was surely one of the service cyborgs bringing me food again. I hadn’t seen my hosts or any other human being for a while now. Was it really dinner time already? I wasn’t hungry at all.

Someone cleared his throat and it almost sounded like a growl. I still didn’t react. I might have been a prisoner, but that didn’t mean I had to pretend that I liked being treated that way.

“You must be Sara,” a dark voice said.

As slowly as I could without making a fool of myself, I turned my head, only to freeze on the spot. The man standing in the middle of the room, hands clasped behind his back, was absurdly tall. Cyborg tall. Of course, I had seen tall men before, but not giants like him. He had to be at least eight feet tall. His skin had a slight silvery glow and his eyes shone a brilliant green that reminded me of emeralds. He had beautifully curved lips, I had to give him that, but unfortunately his smile looked rather sinister.

I realized I was staring at him, so I turned my head back and looked out the window again. Why was my heart racing like that?

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You didn’t ask a question. You made an assumption.”

He came closer. “I don’t like bratty women.”

“And why should I care what you like or don’t like?” My pulse skyrocketed, and I fought against the urge to start shaking. I couldn’t allow myself to show any weakness. Instead, I had to be strong and stubborn so they would understand that I wouldn’t just let them marry me off. I was nothing like my weak mother.

The man grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “What happened to your lip?”

“Let go of me!” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Answer the ah’tze question.”

“I had an argument with my father.”

His face didn’t show any reaction, so I didn’t know if the answer triggered anything in him. He stared at my lip for a long moment before lifting his gaze again. “So you’re Sara Asquith?”

“Yes.”

With a satisfied smile, he let go of me and straightened up again. “Well, was that so hard?” He pulled out a communicator from the pocket of his black pants. After tapping the display a few times, he turned the device toward me. “This is you?”

He showed me my ID card with a photo taken a few months ago. My hair had been shorter and dyed red, but the color had washed out in the meantime so that it was now pink. Also, my cheeks were now thinner because the constant fights with my father had obliterated my appetite.

“Yes, that’s me.”

He nodded and swiped his finger across the display before holding the communicator out to me again. “Would you please put your right palm on the display?”

Since he’d actually used the word “please,” I decided to humor his request so I could be rid of him faster.

The communicator lit up green, whereupon the cyborg nodded in satisfaction. “Wonderful. You can come with me now.”

“Where to?”

“My estate. We have a marriage to consummate, if I’m not mistaken.”

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. I merely blinked as the thoughts tumbled through my head. “Marriage?”

He looked rather smug. “I must have forgotten to introduce myself. My name is Lord and I have been given the duty to marry you by the Cyborg High Council.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” He looked at me in disbelief.

“I will not marry anyone.” There, I had said it. And now he could fuck off.

“You already did.”

My heart almost stopped. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did, little human. When I asked you to put your palm on the display, you gave your consent to a legally binding contract.”

I didn’t think, I simply reacted to his words, letting my instinct rule me. One second I was sitting nice and neat on the bench in the alcove; the next I lunged at him and pounded my fists against his chest. “You’re a liar!”

3

LORD

I was confused. Why, by all ah’tze heavens, did my brother think human women would be docile and submissive?

Fortunately, my wife was incredibly small and weak, so I only had to grab her shoulders and bring her to an arm’s length’s distance so that her attacks simply fizzled out. She wasn’t even able to reach me, and, luckily, I didn’t even have to hold her particularly tight, which relieved me because I didn’t want to cause her pain.

As soon as she calmed down, I would hopefully be able to have a reasonable conversation with her. My relief that she wasn’t ugly at all outweighed that I wasn’t really fond of her aggressiveness. Perhaps she simply didn’t know what was expected of her, and I just had to explain it to her.

Her power drained quickly and she stared at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Finally, I had time to really look at her. Her eyes were a pretty color, a warm brown that went well with her reddish hair. She was small, but next to a cyborg all humans were small. However, her curves were…quite delicious. Her breasts pressed against the fabric of the plain dress she wore, and her round hips would be great for grabbing while I fucked her from behind. The idea soothed me, as my cock was clearly stirring—to my relief, I would have no problem doing my duty.

Since Sara had stopped fighting, I let go of her and took a step back.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding here,” I said.

“I’m afraid so.” She jutted her chin out, glaring at me. My pretty wife clearly didn’t trust me.

“Maybe no one has explained to you what is going to happen now. We are married, and the next step is to consummate the marriage. I will impregnate you and⁠—”

“Do I look like an idiot?” She clenched her fists and looked like she was about to lunge at me again.

“No, but obviously you weren’t told how wives should behave.”

Sara pointed to her lip. “Wrong again. My father downright tried to beat it into me, but as you can see, I’m unteachable.”