Promised to the Aliens E-Book

Nova Edwins

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

Seitenzahl: 90

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024

Beschreibung

Cinderella meets space I am not really happy with working in my father's house as a maid, but thanks to my stepmother I have no other choice. My sisters, however, don't think I should spend my existence in the kitchen. So, they secretly whisk me away to a fancy party. It doesn't take more than a few seconds for me to get separated from my sisters and to attract the attention of a very attractive alien. And to make things worse, I even lose my shoe… Reverse harem sci-fi romance. Features an evil stepmother, three possessive aliens, and a heroine who's not used to being spoiled like that.

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PROMISED TO THE ALIENS

NOVA EDWINS

A REVERSE HAREM ALIEN ROMANCE

CONTENTS

Promised to the Aliens

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

About Nova Edwins

PROMISED TO THE ALIENS

Cinderella meets space

I am not really happy with working in my father’s house as a maid, but thanks to my stepmother I have no other choice.

My sisters, however, don’t think I should spend my existence in the kitchen. So, they secretly whisk me away to a fancy party.

It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for me to get separated from my sisters and to attract the attention of a very attractive alien.

And to make things worse, I even lose my shoe…

Reverse harem sci-fi romance. Features an evil stepmother, three possessive aliens, and a heroine who’s not used to being spoiled like that.

1

CINDER

“Now come!” It probably wouldn’t be long before Lilac lost her nerve and stomped her foot. Her cheeks were already flaming red.

“That’s a stupid idea,” I whispered, raising my head just far enough to quickly glance outside through the window of the cruiser. “A very, very stupid idea. I shouldn’t be here.”

Iris put her hands on my back and pushed me forward. “No one will ever know we took you to the party.”

“Come with us. It’ll be fun.” Rose nodded eagerly.

My sisters—half-sisters, technically speaking—were ones to talk. They knew how to behave at such parties, how to smile just right so it seemed polite but not intrusive, when to look down obediently, and how to hold a glass of champagne.

I, on the other hand, knew only how to cook, scrub floors, and polish windows. Those were my chores, as my stepmother kept telling me over and over and over again.

If she’d known that her daughters had forced me into a dress that had been too ill-fitting for Rose and taken me to some illustrious playboy’s lavish party, her head would have probably exploded.

But my dad and stepmom were invited tonight and had no idea Lilac, Iris, and Rose were going to a party.

“Come on, Cinder.” Iris nudged me forward. “You’ll like it.”

I stumbled out of the cruiser and hastily smoothed down my dress. The unfamiliar makeup on my eyes kept me blinking, and the hairstyle Lilac had forced on me was so tight my scalp was on fire. And this was supposed to be fun?

All I could think of was how tired I would be in the morning when I had to get up before sunrise and prepare breakfast for everyone. Then the bed linen had to be washed and the library needed to be scrubbed, lunch was an elaborate affair because Lady Buckley—I wasn’t allowed to call my stepmother “Miranda”—had requested a special casserole that took hours to prepare. Hours that I would somehow have to find between all the other work.

Lilac linked our arms and pulled me forward, leaving me no time to think about tomorrow’s tasks.

I kept pushing down the dress because I felt like the stiff fabric was sticking out from my hips, making it obvious to everyone how much curvier than my sisters I was. Smaller and curvier. Between the three tall beauties, I probably looked like a balloon.

This didn’t bother my sisters; they led me into a room decorated with countless flowers and lights, which looked simply stunning. Only they didn’t even bat their lashes as they were used to such events. I wasn’t. After all, I barely got out of the kitchen unless I had to clean other rooms or serve dinner in the dining hall. This was... wow. Just wow.

I had thought that my father’s estate was luxurious, but now I knew it wasn’t even that big of a house.

“That’s Lord Tenson,” Lilac whispered in my ear. “See that you don’t end up alone with him—he can’t keep his hands to himself.”

I eyed the dark-haired man, who looked kind of...mean, and tried to memorize his face. “Okay.”

My gaze slid over the other guests until I spotted an Odril. The Odrils were the actual inhabitants of the planet Onov and tolerated the presence of humans only because it meant economic advantages and biologically compatible women.

It wasn’t unusual for the daughters of the upper class to be married off to the Odrils—daughters like my sisters, because that didn’t apply to illegitimate children like me.

I hastily lowered my head so that I wouldn’t accidentally offend the Odril. That was exactly the reason I hadn’t wanted to come here. How was I supposed to know how to behave properly?

“Oh, there’s Dottie.” Iris waved at her friend. “Remember, Cinder, if it becomes too much for you, just take the cruiser and go home. Just send him back here, please.” She squeezed my shoulder. “I’ll be right back. I really need to tell Dottie about Alfred’s last escapade.”

I nodded, although I didn’t even know who Alfred was. My sisters were always nice to me, but I didn’t exactly have much time to sit with them in their rooms and talk about men and fashion.

At least Lilac and Rose were still there. I wouldn’t survive wandering around this lavish place alone.

I turned around, but my other two sisters had also disappeared. I was left to fend for myself in the large banquet hall. My heart was beating faster. What should I do now?

A waiter appeared in front of me and held out a tray full of glasses.

“No, thanks,” I muttered, my face flaming red. This was decidedly too exciting for me.

I felt the hair in the back of my neck rise and when I looked over my shoulder, I noticed the Odril staring at me. Yeah, he was definitely focused on me. Way too focused.

Since I wasn’t allowed to leave the kitchen whenever Lady Buckley received visitors, I had never talked to an Odril before. I only knew that they were... well... biologically compatible with human women. And that was already the extent of my knowledge.

I panicked when the man started moving and came straight toward me. He wasn’t going to talk to me, was he? I was bad at making conversation, and I didn’t know if the Odrils insisted on any respectful forms of address or if there were topics I’d better not bring up.

It was probably a good idea to just disappear. And to do so quickly.

I almost tripped over my own feet as I shuffled between the other guests, having to watch out for the unfamiliar stiff fabric of the dress.

I hurried through the wide door through which I’d come with my sisters before I realized I’d obviously taken the wrong door. A long corridor lay before me, but I couldn’t see the exit anywhere.

When I wheeled around, the Odril had already come much closer. The blood rushed in my ears as I pushed along the wall and tried to reach the next door. Again it wasn’t the exit, but a staircase leading up. I hurried on as fast as I could without drawing too much attention to myself.

How many doors did this damn banquet hall have?

Finally, I reached one that at least led into the garden. I could work with that. I would just circle the house, get into the cruiser, and next time be much more adamant in my refusal should my sisters try to talk me into an adventure like this again.

As soon as I’d opened the door and slipped outside, I could breathe more freely.

Still, I didn’t stop to admire the pretty flowers and carefully laid out flower beds, but followed the wall until I reached the corner and rounded it.

It was a miracle I managed to stop in time and not stumble face first into the Odril.

“I’m tempted to believe you ran away from me, little human.” He had a deep voice that seemed to vibrate through my body—but that was probably just my imagination, because I was literally shaking with fear.

I stared at him, his fair skin, hairless head, and yellow eyes that seemed to glow from within. And he was tall, so tall and muscular. His tight suit, which looked more like a military uniform, left no doubt that he was strong.

“Did you swallow your tongue?” He sounded impatient.

I shook my head hastily, but couldn’t bring myself to say a word.

“What’s your name?” he asked, leaning in my direction. He was clearly sniffing me, his narrow nostrils flared. “Answer me,” he commanded.

I couldn’t explain it, but the harsh command resonated deep inside me. It was almost as if I couldn’t resist him at all. Him and his orders.

“Cinder.” I swallowed hard.

“Cinder? And? What house are you from?”

Although the urge to answer any questions he had was incredibly strong, I was more afraid of Lady Buckley than of him. She would have me beheaded if I besmirched the good family name. Maybe I should just play dumb and hope I could get away with it.

“From which house?” I repeated, widening my eyes a bit more with every word.

“I am Dhemont of Ne’lad and you are Cinder of…?" He pointed at me.

While shaking my head, I pressed my trembling hands to my sides. “I don’t understand the question.”

The Odril, Dhemont, frowned. He had sharply cut features, high cheekbones, and a prominent chin—everything about him seemed thoroughly masculine, and made me all too aware of the precarious position I was in.

I shouldn’t be alone with him.

Without any warning, he came closer and sniffed my neck. He was close enough to me that the tip of his nose touched my skin a few times.

“Why hasn’t anyone claimed you yet, little human?”

His choice of words irritated me, but when I tried to back away from him, he wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close.

He sniffed me again. “You smell so good—like the perfect mate.”

A whimper rose in my throat. “This is all just a misunderstanding.”

“A misunderstanding?” He put two fingers under my chin and made me look at him. “Do you belong to someone? Are you promised to someone?”

I simply couldn’t bring myself to lie to him, but for the life of me I didn’t understand why I couldn’t. It would have been wiser to just nod and say that I was promised to a lord—like Lilac, my oldest sister, was.

But instead I exhaled shakily. “No.”

A smile played around Dhemont’s pale lips. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Where’s your father, little human?”

A new wave of icy cold panic rushed through my veins. If he found out I was here alone, it would practically make me fair game.

“Inside,” I lied. “Do you want me to take you to him?”

“Yes.” Dhemont’s yellow, almost golden eyes lit up. “I’m willing to pay any price for a treasure like you.”