When They Come:Hot Aliens and the Girls Who Love Them- Book 1

Ch. 50

Xane's heart pounded in his chest as he was pulled from his cell, his mind racing with uncertainty. He had no idea what was happening, but he knew better than to resist. They led him to a small room with a shower, where he was offered clean clothes—the uniform of the rebellion.

His hands trembled slightly as he changed, his thoughts filled with questions about what lay ahead. He had not made any promises to Vorce or the rebellion, but it seemed he had no choice but to go along with their plans.

Once he was dressed, they escorted him to meet Vorce, the leader of the rebellion. The room was dimly lit, and Vorce sat at a large table, surrounded by several individuals who looked important and influential.

"Ah, Xane," Vorce greeted him, a sinister smile playing on his lips. "I trust you're ready for tonight's gathering?"

Xane nodded, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. "Yes, I am."

"Good," Vorce replied, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Tonight is an important event for the rebellion. We have some very influential supporters attending, and it's crucial that you play your part convincingly."

"What exactly is my part?" Xane asked, trying to gauge the situation.

"You are our newest recruit are you not?" Vorce explained. "You will mingle with the other guests, gain their trust, and ensure our guests that you indeed plan to aid our cause."

Xane's mind raced as he processed the information, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was the only way he could guarantee Macon's safety.

"But remember," Vorce continued, his voice low and dangerous, "one wrong move, and it won't just be your life at stake."

Xane knew the stakes were high. He was walking a dangerous tightrope, trying to protect Macon while also playing the role Vorce had assigned him. He had to be careful, to navigate this treacherous game with precision.

"I understand," Xane replied, his jaw set with determination.

"Good," Vorce said, nodding in approval. "Tonight will be a turning point for our cause, and I trust you will do what is necessary to secure our victory."

As Xane left the room, his mind was filled with conflicting emotions. He couldn't help but feel trapped in this game, but he knew he had to be strong for Macon and himself. Tonight would be a test of his loyalty to the rebellion and his love for Macon, and he could only hope that he would find a way to navigate these dangerous waters and emerge unscathed.

Tonight, he would have to play the part, to act the part of the rebel he had no choice but to become. He knew that his actions would have consequences, and he was determined to face them head-on, whatever the cost.

Xane stood before the gathering of rebels, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it—the moment that would define his fate, and Macon's. Vorce had made it clear that tonight's test was to prove to everyone that he, Xane Luto, the Royal Commander, had joined the rebellion.

His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to play this role convincingly. He had been a loyal commander, a fierce and respected leader of the royal army, and now he had to show his allegiance to the rebellion without arousing suspicion.

As he scanned the room, he noticed several familiar faces. Former allies, now his enemies. They watched him with a mix of curiosity and wariness, eager to see if he would stay true to the rebellion or if this was all a ruse.

Vorce made his way to Xane's side—beckoning him to sit at his own table.
"You are, afterall, the guest of honor," he said taking a drink from his cup. "If you're a good boy, I may just throw you a bone."

Xane's face fell into deliberate disinterest.