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- Herausgeber: Pearl Tate
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Beth:
I’m dying.
You’d think the worst thing that happened to me was being abducted from college by aliens. But no. The icing on the cake is I’ve contracted a debilitating disease, and I’ll be dead in the next couple months.
Unless I get the vaccine.
It won’t do me any good to convince the Quasar aliens to take me home to Earth. I’d just end of giving the virus to everyone there. As soon as Bren the Captain realizes our dilemma, they contact their planet’s Council to arrange for the vaccine.
But the Quasar Council wants a ten-year commitment from me and my friends!
Ten years of being poked and prodded and studied… or die. Since their men are mating to other Earth women—something that hasn’t happened to their kind in thousands of years—they want to study why. The Quasars have nano technology in their bodies, and they’d assumed the matings dying out were an evolutionary eventuality.
But was it? Because now they say they’ve located my mate on Quasar. Despite my skepticism, I’m intrigued. They’ve assured me he’s waiting for me.
Will having him there make the years of being studied tolerable? Do I really have a choice?
PLEASE NOTE:
This SciFi Romance alien book contains Adult Language and Steamy Adult Bedroom Scenes. It is intended for 18+ Readers & Adults Only.
It's part of a science fiction romance series The Quasar Lineage but can be read as a standalone story with no cliffhangers!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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Forohn's Fated
The Quasar Lineage Book 5.5
Pearl Tate
Copyright © 2020
Pearl Tate
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This book is dedicated to all the Quasar Lineage fans!
About Forohn's Fated
Beth: I’m dying.
You’d think the worst thing that happened to me was being abducted from college by aliens. But no. The icing on the cake is I’ve contracted a debilitating disease, and I’ll be dead in the next couple months.
Unless I get the vaccine.
It won’t do me any good to convince the Quasar aliens to take me home to Earth. I’d just end of giving the virus to everyone there. As soon as Bren the Captain realizes our dilemma, they contact their planet’s Council to arrange for the vaccine.
But the Quasar Council wants a ten-year commitment from me and my friends!
Ten years of being poked and prodded and studied… or die. Since their men are mating to other Earth women—something that hasn’t happened to their kind in thousands of years—they want to study why. The Quasars have nano technology in their bodies, and they’d assumed the matings dying out were an evolutionary eventuality.
But was it? Because now they say they’ve located my mate on Quasar. Despite my skepticism, I’m intrigued. They’ve assured me he’s waiting for me.
Will having him there make the years of being studied tolerable? Do I really have a choice?
Contents
Forohn
“Now?”
Reelo’s audible reply to his neural implant conversation has me looking up from where I’m hovering over a young trainee named Costil.
Reelo’s presence doesn’t bode well. The last time he stopped by, besides his regular recap of our efforts to meet the timelines with proper quality maintenance, I was horrified to be informed that one complete case of propulsion triggers had failed due to a defect with coatings.
Without the proper layer applied, the transfer will fail.
Has something else gone wrong?
My nerves kick in as Reelo gets closer to Costil and me, sending a prickling over my skin as I sweat in the blue, full body jumpsuit all trainers wear.
Could some issue similar failure have occurred? I certainly hope not, since my status as a trainer depends upon a certain percentage of success in this newly gained position.
With one hand on his head to smooth down his unraveling hair, Reelo spins around in the large space. It’s manned by six other trainees who I’m responsible for besides myself. This room oversees the warehouse below, where various spacecraft are in the process of being overhauled.
We specialize in the propulsion technology they all use.
Reelo’s turned full circle, now locking eyes with me as he snorts before adding to his personal conversation, “Fine.”
He’s given up on taming his hair follicles that have pulled from his ornate family style, identifying him as the Pelack Line.
I look away uncomfortably as he continues to stare at me, dropping my gaze back to the console where Costil continues to work. I feel like tugging on the high collar of my uniform, but realize it will just give away my unease.
I refuse to let him know what I’m thinking.
I’ve been working in this building for long enough to know that he won’t be here long. If there is dire news, I’ll know soon enough. Reelo answers directly to the Quasar Councilor Kirley Pelack. He’s her brother, and the acting manager of all her trading.
As one of the recent graduates of the Pelack schooling, they have introduced me to many facets of the industry. They decided where I could be integrated into the business best.
I started in propulsion, but Reelo has had me learning many other components of the spacecrafts we overhaul here. He says it’s better to know exactly what you’re selling.
“Everyone up!” Reelo’s demand takes a moment to sink in because it’s so unusual.
I thought he’d be leaving … summoned by what was probably his sister’s command.
For the first time, I’m seeing Reelo rattled. His hair, normally impeccably laid, has loosened from the family style we all maintain. There’s no reason for that to happen to him except for his nerves.
“Line up in front of the windows and release your uniforms to mid-waist.”
What?
There have been murmurs from some trainees behind him, but the voices die as he swivels to see who’s questioning his command. As soon as he turns away, those around me glance over with wide eyes.
What does he mean? That’s … strange. Not that he can’t demand we completely undress. Even work naked…
When you enter the family line to learn their trade, you forfeit a certain amount of your rights. In fact, if we were to change into our traditional, formal family line garments, we’d be showing a lot more. It’s just … you rarely hear these kinds of demands from other males.
I’m not the only one frozen after climbing to their feet. Keleer’s mouth is open, and I know he’s dying to ask Reelo for clarification. But none of us dare.
Stepping in to intercede, I walk to the full-length windows that overlook the dim landscape of the city.
“Here?” Swiveling to look back at Reelo, I realize he’s already right behind me, clapping a hand on my shoulder.
His face looks resigned as he gestures to my uniform release. “Go ahead.”
Waving past me, he gestures to the younger men in the room. “Line up past him. We need to get a look at your chest. Some kind of communicable disease. They just want me to make sure you don’t have a rash.”
Well, that’s good.
I feel fine. In fact, I think I feel better than I have in a while.
I woke invigorated this morning. Something I don’t always feel when I settle into my morning reflections. But all my thoughts have been relaxed and positive … exactly the way we’re instructed as a child.
There’s rustling next to me, and I hear the release on the other men’s uniforms in the room.
Reelo walks to my far right, his eyes raking over our exposed chests as he comes to stand in front of me, freezing. His hair flares as he gestures at my chest. “How long have you had this?”
Startled, I look down, the fine hairs on my body standing at attention as I notice the faint marks covering me.
Slapping my hand to the darkest ones, I rub them slightly, not convinced this isn’t some strange chemical that may have stained my skin.
“I don’t know … I mean, this is the first I’ve noticed them.”
Reelo steps closer, stooping to put his head level with my hand as I attempt to remove the offending mark. But it’s hopeless.
Not only is it not coming off, it’s really only a small part. There are matching ones on the other side, and as I touch them, the color changes.
Reelo’s breath puffs over my skin as he stares. “You didn’t notice them this morning when you dressed?”
I try to think back.
I was rushed this morning at the male dormitory I share with the rest of the Pelack workers. There aren’t many adornments, including mirrors, in our rooms.
“No. I suppose they could have been there, but no one else mentioned them.”
Reelo’s nodding, watching me absently while he communicates on his implant. Probably with whomever contacted him to inspect us originally.
Ignoring him, I try not to let the strange red, yellow… orange, and these darker ones look blue…
“Stand up!” Reelo demands, snapping everyone to attention.
The older male’s eyes flash with irritation as he looks at me, no doubt sending images to whoever he’s speaking with while his eyes rake over my skin.
Reaching out, he tugs on the material near my shoulder as he commands, “Everyone out!”
I can see my own hair beginning to swirl out around my head in my peripheral vision as the gravity of the situation sinks in. What is this disease that begins with this rash?
Swallowing hard, I look down before Reelo’s hand comes up to smack my chin as he orders, “Take your arms out.”
His voice is softer now, and I can’t help but think he must feel sorry for me. That doesn’t bode well, but at least he didn’t run from the room with the others.
Reelo’s never been kind, but no one can blame him for that. There aren’t many males in positions of power. I’m sure he wouldn’t be in his if it wasn’t for his family connection.
I’ve been training with him since the moment I arrived, and I can’t help looking up to him like a father. My own fathers spent less time with me than he has.
As I pull my arms from the tight, stretchy material, I study his face, unsure if he’s ended his communication.
Before I can get a definitive idea, he announces, “Don’t move,” before circling around to my back.
My hands are full as I hold the top of my jumpsuit tight at my waist to keep the material from dropping down my legs to the floor.
I freeze as his hand brushes my back. It takes a moment to realize that he’s shifting my unruly hair.
Concentrating, I attempt to control the unruly strands, but it’s an exercise in futility. I’m too worried about just how sick I am.
Usually the nano technology in our bodies can remedy most of the known diseases on our planet Quasar. But every once in a while, there’s an outbreak of something that takes time to pinpoint and correct for all of us.
The last time that occurred, there were only two fatalities, but I certainly don’t want to be one of them!
When cool air hits my back, I realize that the door to the room behind me has opened, and new footfalls move toward us. I don’t dare turn around until I’m instructed, but my eyes widen as I recognize the scent of a female.
Never once have I seen one in this building. This must be serious.
Circling around me, I see that Councilor Kirley has arrived herself. I’m somewhat surprised, since she’s so important.
Is it appropriate to expose her to what I may have?
Wearing her formal robes, she’s trailed by another female in a white robe, denoting her medical background.
At least she brought a healer with her. Surely, they can stop this?
Crossing her arms, Councilor Kirley doesn’t even acknowledge me or her brother. Reelo has moved away as he stares at my chest, settling his butt on the edge of the window, which is the only source of light in the dim room besides the consoles.
“Is there nothing that can be done?”
The Councilor’s question to the doctor has me blinking as I focus on her face just to my left. Although she barely knows me, she looks concerned.
As one of her youngest and newest workers here, you’d think the Councilor wouldn’t be worried at all. Maybe this is more deadly than I first expected!
The doctor’s eyes flicker up to mine, but I don’t see any pity. Just determination. “Not yet.”
Turning away from me, she grasps Kirley’s arm, tugging her further away toward the windows.
Shifting my gaze to Reelo, I pretend I can’t hear them, even as I focus on making sure I overhear every word.
“This is a good thing, remember? Now that we have a male to study, we’ll make great strides to put this all behind us.”
The doctor looks over her shoulder, her eyes shifting up and down my chest before she steps closer and reaches out to touch one of the strange markings.
Just before her fingers brush my skin, she hesitates, glancing over to Kirley to ask respectfully, “May I?”
With a curt nod, my family line lead grants the doctor permission to touch me and review the rash.
As her fingers brush a blue trail running down my abdomen, the heat from her touch has me flinching in discomfort. Burning begins from the path her finger traces,
