Her Ruthless Alien E-Book

Nova Edwins

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

Seitenzahl: 82

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

I thought I was using the space version of your standard hook-up app when I sent those filthy messages to my new online buddy Kaizo. Turns out that there is a whole section of terms and conditions I missed—like the fact that I've acquired myself a space husband by using the app. And that I'm bound by law to be his mate. I try to convince Kaizo that I've made an honest mistake, but I quickly learn that big, growly aliens do not like to be turned down. They don't like it at all…   This is a dark and filthy sci-fi romance novella. Standalone. HEA. No cheating. If you love your sci-fi romances with an obsessive alpha alien a**hole, lots of steam, and a little bit twisted, then you've come to the right place.

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HER RUTHLESS ALIEN

NOVA EDWINS

A DARK SCI-FI ROMANCE NOVELLA

CONTENTS

Her Ruthless Alien

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Epilogue

About Nova Edwins

HER RUTHLESS ALIEN

I thought I was using the space version of your standard hook-up app when I sent those filthy messages to my new online buddy Kaizo. Turns out that there is a whole section of terms and conditions I missed—like the fact that I've acquired myself a space husband by using the app. And that I'm bound by law to be his mate.

I try to convince Kaizo that I've made an honest mistake, but I quickly learn that big, growly aliens do not like to be turned down. They don't like it at all…

This is a dark and filthy sci-fi romance novella. Standalone. HEA. No cheating. If you love your sci-fi romances with an obsessive alpha alien a**hole, lots of steam, and a little bit twisted, then you've come to the right place.

1

HAILEY

Whenever my boss entertains guests in his office, I know to keep my head down and stay away as far as possible from this door.

"Table 4." The cook barely casts a glance in my direction as he puts the food down on the counter. I pick it up, plaster a fake smile on my face and make my way to table 4.

Mesaetti is back, again. This time he has brought two friends and judging by the way the half-cyborg and the Queeler eye me, my not-so-secret suitor must have told them about me.

The Ba'nir apparently has a crush on me, which I kind of suspected since the food isn't good enough to provoke any any repeat business.

Most people and creatures frequenting Gallarm are here for the cheap drinks and pricey drugs my boss peddles through the back door. He's currently trying to seal a new deal with one of his suppliers, hence why I stay away from his office. It's hard enough for humans to find work on New Terran so I can't be especially picky, and at least Royzuc pays me a decent salary. More importantly though, working here keeps me safe since no one dares messing with my boss and his drug empire.

"Hailey, you look lovely as always." Mesaetti beams at me and I once again wish he were more my type. He's obviously well-off, wears good quality clothes and leaves me big tips. He's also quite polite and pays me a ton of compliments every time he visits this place. Unfortunately, the package comes with a whole lot of tentacles and I just can't get over those—among other things.

"Thanks." I bat my lashes since I could use his tip to buy a bit more food for the next standard week.

"That's the one? A human?" The cyborg sounds incredulous, and Mesaetti's greenish face becomes flushed. He motions for the cyborg to shut up, seemingly embarrassed. I pretend not to have heard anything and put down the food, before I offer one last polite smile and hurry back to the counter.

Mesaetti leans over the table and hisses at the cyborg, who simply shrugs. It's hard to tell with these guys if they really don't grasp the concept of courtesy or if they simply don't care.

So, what do I make of the fact that Mesaetti brought his buddies here for them to check me out?

With a shrug, I decide to ignore my freshly acquired knowledge because a new group of customers enters the diner. Nowadays I only need one look to know which type of guests I'm dealing with, and those Horgerians are on the hunt for some drugs before they crash the next party.

They belong to one of the most aggressive and bloodthirsty races out there, so I won't tend their table. Instead, I motion for our bouncer Jax to deal with them. He will bring them drinks and ask how many pills they want to buy before our boss will make a short appearance.

Since I don't have to deal with them, I take the pitcher with the cheapest kloshlu this side of the galaxy and make my round, offering free refills. That's the secret why Gallarm is always busy—free alcohol. The more people are in here, the less interest the authorities have in dealing with them. Especially if half of them are drunk. It's a brilliant strategy, though it doesn't necessarily make my life easier.

Mesaetti smiles at me when I reach his table and as I refill his glass, I notice something brushing against my calf. I look down and see a green tentacle rubbing against my skin.

Clearing my throat loudly, I cock my right eyebrow, looking at Mesaetti. Apparently, his tentacles have some kind of will of their own because he needs a moment to catch on. He blushes again, this time turning almost dark green as his tentacle retracts. "Sorry. So sorry."

"No problem." My polite smile is plastered to my face, and it remains there while I walk back to the counter. This is going to be an awfully long shift.

In the back, I refill the pitcher with the watered-down alcoholic beverage, when my communicator chimes in my pocket.

My smile deepens, and it no longer feels fake or forced. It's another message from Kaizo.

"How's my favorite human doing?"

My pulse quickens as my fingers glide over the display, typing the answer.

"Counting down the standard hours until I'm back in my habitat and can chat naked with my favorite alien, Master."

Yeah, that's another reason me and Mesaetti will never work out. I have very particular tastes.

"Have you been good, my little slut?"

I bite my lower lip and contemplate shoving my hand under my skirt, right here and now. Only Kaizo can get me horny that quickly.

I'm still happy that I found this interracial dating app after another frustrating date with a polite and nice alien. Imagine trying to find your special someone amongst 97 billion people/aliens/creatures across multiple galaxies. It's basically impossible unless you use one of the matchmaking services or—like I did—a hook-up app. I'm not looking for a husband, though. I just want a little adventure to spice up my boring life and, with Kaizo, I found just the right alien for the job. We've been writing each other for the past two and a half months and it's been going great. So great that a tiny part of me actually considers meeting him, although I know that reality will never be able to keep up with my fantasies. What am I supposed to do if he has tentacles because he lied on his profile?

I mean, I had to fill out an awfully long questionnaire and answered truthfully because I was curious, but that doesn't mean he did as well. So far, I refused any personal information like what race he belongs to or where he's from to keep our conversations light and focused on the kinky topics.

"Actually, I've been very bad, Master."

I press my thighs together, waiting for his answer.

"What did you do, my filthy human?"

Damn, I really can't wait to get home, then I can have this conversation while laying naked on my sleeping pod, playing with my pussy.

"I came without your permission, Master. The last message you sent me was just too good."

My knees are weak when he replies immediately.

"Contact me as soon as you're home, female. You're due for a severe punishment."

Great. Now this shift will feel even longer, but I will probably smile like an idiot the entire time.

2

KAIZO

I fist my hard cock, rubbing just the tip, while my tail flicks against the floor. Hailey takes her sweet time reacting to my last message. I've learned a lot about human anatomy since we started messaging each other, so I suppose her replies take more time because her dominant hand is busy with something else. Humans seem to pick one dominant hand to do all the important things with, instead of training both like we Crailians do.

Finally, my comm chimes with her latest answer.

"I don't think meeting each other is a good idea."

My low growl fills the bridge of my spaceship where I'm currently sitting because I'm on my way back from Jittania Prime where I had some business to attend to.

"Why are you refusing me, my mate? The three months are almost up. You're only stalling the inevitable."

I'm growing more and more frustrated as I type my answer. If I keep punching my comm with my finger like this, I will soon need a need one.

"I have no idea what you are talking about. Three months?"

With a huff, I roll my eyes because I've come to learn how smart my little human is, so I don't particularly like it when she pretends not to understand me. But I will humor her. Maybe she just wants to hear that I will take her no matter what. My mate has some serious abduction fantasies and I can give her what she wants and needs.

"The three standard months you are guaranteed per the terms and conditions to get your affairs in order before I take you and claim you as my mate."

This time the pause is awfully long before Hailey types her answer.

"You have a weird sense of humor, Master. Really."

I let go of my cock, frowning, and look up the terms and conditions of Galaxy Mates, before I highlight three sections and send them to Hailey.

"You belong to me, human."