Zyaire's Forbidden Power E-Book

Lashe' Lacroix

• Herausgeber: Katrina S Karter, Lashe' Lacroix
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

If you have not read Forbidden Alien's Mate, in boxset Captured and Captivated, then please read that book first, before reading this book.

A stubborn Warrior
Zyaire Ketmer has been thrown into a dangerous war, where someone has their sights on the Thulrillon thrown, and he’s just been volunteered to find out who. As a newly appointed imperial warrior in the army, his mission is clear. So why can’t he get his head into the game? As life, limb, family, and planet hang in the balance Zyaire will face his most challenging battle yet.

A fierce human mate
Rayne Colburn has almost lost everything. From slave to survivor, she doesn’t take no for an answer. When the tables turn, and she gets the chance to save the alien that saved her, she doesn’t hesitate. Who would’ve thought saving his life meant there wouldn’t be a place for her in his heart? His purple hide has another lesson in earth females if he thinks she will go quietly into the friend zone after all they have shared.

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Zyaire’s Forbidden Power

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Contents

1. Ryane Colburn

2. Zyaire Ketmer

3. Rayne

4. Zyaire

5. Rayne

6. Zyaire

7. Rayne

8. Zyaire

9. Rayne

10. Zyaire

11. Rayne

12. Zyaire

13. Rayne

14. Zyaire

15. Rayne

16. Zyaire

17. Rayne

18. Zyaire

19. Rayne

20. Zyaire

21. Rayne

22. Zyaire

23. Rayne

24. Zyaire

25. Rayne

26. Zyaire

27. Rayne

28. Zyaire

29. Rayne

30. Zyaire

31. Rayne

32. Zyaire

33. Rayne

34. Zyaire

35. Rayne

36. Zyaire

37. Rayne

38. Zyaire

39. Rayne

Epilogue

About the Author

About the Author

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Acknowledgments

Zyaire’s Forbidden Power

Copyright © 2021 by Katrina S. Karter and Lashe’ Lacroix.

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Ryane Colburn

“Esme, wake up. We aren’t on Cyria 52 anymore.” I shook my friend. She had dried blood at the base of her skull. Blinking, I sat up on the cold cement floor and attempted to get my bearings.

Is she dead?

“My head hurts.” Esme winced and attempted to sit up before she placed her hand over her forehead and flopped back down. Frowning, I shook my head, and tried to clear the fog that clouded my memories. My head ached too, and I thought it wasn’t a coincidence.

One thing was certain, Esme was naked. “Do you know why you’re naked?” Even as I spoke, I felt a tremor run down my spine and I clenched my jaw to keep from shivering. Something was very wrong. My thoughts were scrambled like eggs in a blender. Nothing made sense and I needed everything in this moment to make sense.

Esme raised up and grabbed her chest. “Why am I naked, and where are we?”

Biting my lip, I tried not to cry. I was the sensible one, so I couldn’t break down now when we needed a way out of here.

“The last thing I remember was, heading to your house, instead of picking up our rations for the day.”

She rubbed her head. “You were upset that Jett had cornered you and kissed you. I was telling you that there were worse things that could happen than a cute guy stealing a kiss.”

Esme Lozano was my friend and I loved her, but sometimes she doesn’t understand common sense things. Guys were not supposed to force themselves on you, cute or not cute. I was not having this argument with her now.

Willy Servoz was in love with Esme. I was not certain why she couldn’t see that. It would be clear to a blind man. He was always where she was, made sure she didn’t struggle like the rest of us, and doted on her every second he drew breath. He was a beautiful man, and she was a beautiful woman. If we lived on a planet full of men, they still wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to Willy’s beauty, and I was not just talking about the outside. He seemed to be the only man on this planet that wasn’t a douche bag.

She will never understand. Willy makes sure nobody touches her. He’s all but claimed her, and she refuses to see it.

Rubbing my arms, I slowly got to my feet and ignored the fact that I, too, was naked. “Do you think, the people that kidnapped us, were responsible for the disappearance of Joie and Laura?” Pointing directly across from us to several cells that weren’t empty. There were several girls in each cell and there were at least ten cells that I could see. Each girl was naked and stared at nothing, like they had mentally retreated inside themselves.

“We’ve got to get out of here. We can do that if they don’t split us up, but we need to plan just in case.”

Esme wiped the tears from her cheek. “Do you think they would split us up?”

Yes. All the other girls are split up. It’s probably just a matter of time.

“I don’t know but we need to be prepared just in case, so that we are not surprised.”

Moving away from the bars, I walked to the back of the cell and sat down. I never believed in random things happening. It bothered me that Esme and I were kidnapped after I told Jett there was no way that he and I were ever happening. I had been telling him that very same thing nicely for months, but yesterday I told him with my right hook to his jaw and my knee in his balls.

Why would Jett have Esme kidnapped? Willy would have his head or maybe that was the point.

“What are you thinking?” asked Esme.

Turning to her. “You know that women were disappearing from Cyria, and Willy had been complaining about it?”

“Yes, he thought I was going to get snatched.” She sniffled and wiped at her eyes again.

“I have had a feeling for a while now, that women disappearing from Cyria wasn’t a coincidence and that someone is helping aliens steal women.”

Esme frowned. “We do all the work, so that doesn’t make sense. We do the farming, cooking, cleaning, and even have sex with them. Why would they sell us to be killed by aliens?”

“Cyria 52 was like Earth. Women were always getting killed and mistreated, besides, it took two months for everyone to notice that Laurie and Joie were missing. If a few women disappeared it goes unnoticed because it doesn’t disturb how Cyria was run.”

Esme’s lips thinned. “You’re right about everyone being so overworked that they hadn’t noticed them missing, but that doesn’t mean the men sold us out. Why would they do that?”

Women were the only resource of value on Cyria 52 and it was a hard pill to swallow that one of the guys would do that to us.

I shrugged. “We have to consider the possibilities. Our lives depend on us figuring this out no matter how unpleasant this might be.”

I had trust issues for a reason. Early on, I had a swift lesson in just how dishonest and cruel a man could be. “Just think about it, there were only six guys on the Cyria Council board, so they only needed six females for themselves, and a dozen others to keep the planet’s resources growing.”

She inhaled and rubbed her forehead. “Things could have been different if you were nicer to Jett,” mumbled Esme.

“We are expendable, and at the mercy of these aliens.”

Ignoring her quip about Jett, I tried to think about our captors. “I remembered seeing red scaly skin, pointy horns and a long-forked tail.”

Esme’s breath hitched in her chest, and she turned away from me.

“What? Do you know something? Spill it.” I snatched her arm.

“Willy told me that the Vrakkil were the worst aliens in the galaxy. He described them as red, scaly aliens, with horns and tails.”

This information sucked right now. It seemed like the knowledge I now have is crippling me rather than empowering me. We had to be able to use the knowledge to get out of here. Willy and Jimmy were close, until they both fell for Esme. She never paid attention to Jimmy and he grew bored with chasing her.

Licking my lips, I smiled at her. “Go on, what else did he say?”

“He said the Vrakkil would die out because they needed mates, and that something happened to their women making them sterile.”

I closed my eyes. “That is why we’re naked.” Rubbing my hands down my arms, I rocked in place. Acid scorched my throat as I fought the urge to vomit.

It wasn’t that long ago that humans, me included, assumed we were the highest beings in the universe. We were so arrogant and ignorant that it almost seemed comical.

I looked at her. “We can’t be that far from Cyria. There must be a way for us to escape this place.”

Nodding, she bit her nails. “We might be able to get help from someone out of this building. This place might not be remote.”

It sounded good but I doubted that we could depend on another alien race to rescue us. What were the odds?

Closing my eyes, I tried to see if my body felt any different. My body seemed like its normal self. There weren’t marks on me except for the large lump on my head where I cracked it against the concrete.

“I don’t feel molested so that is a good thing.” I winced when Esme flinched.

I really need to learn to be tactful.

In my wildest dreams I could have never imagined we would be kidnapped to be bred like dogs in heat.

“Can you think of anything else that Willy told you that could help us right now?”

Zyaire Ketmer

A fleeting glance at Tycho made me sigh. Things were getting worse, and I wasn’t sure what I could do about it. First, our planet was destroyed and now we lived on Thulrillon. The people here would not warm up to outsiders and, as Varomans, we were outsiders. We weren’t used to being treated like crap, because we were a highly intelligent species endowed with immense powers from the goddess of Vavoscocia. It was funny how the Chailzeah aliens assumed that we were a pathetic, weak, and defenseless race. That was exactly what we wanted them to think. We signed to one another instead of communicating telepathically, not trusting them to know what we were capable of. As the last of our kind, we were enormously powerful, and they might see that as a threat.

If you can call being treated like a second-class citizen living, we were living. Tycho was the oldest and there wasn’t much I could say to him, but I had to reach him somehow. He just couldn’t go on like this. If he died, mom would surely follow right after because she was sick.

Pasting on a smile, I walked over to mother. Raising my hands, I signed to her. “Mother you’re looking more beautiful than when I last saw you.” Kissing her cheek, I stepped back and walked with her to her chair in front of the window, overlooking the peace lilies.

She huffed. “You just saw me five minutes ago.” Her thin fingers cracked as she moved them.

Turning away, I walked into the small room and checked on Geneva. My sister hadn’t been doing that well. When our planet was being attacked and destroyed, the chemicals that were unleashed had damaged one of her hearts. Standing there another few minutes, I watched her chest rise and fall. Both her and my mother needed better medical care. The kind of care that the Chailzeah Imperial Army received.

Tycho walked inside, spotted me, and walked back out the house. Our house was smaller than a Gopherous stall, but we won’t live like this for long.

Closing the door, I headed to the maze that was located at the end of the garden. The hedges were tall and shaped like the Chailzeah. It would be the perfect place to take a female for a private conversation.

Where had that come from?

Walking deep inside the maze, I met up with my brother a few minutes later. There were no words needed, as related Varomans had the ability to find each other. There was something in our DNA that allowed us to always locate each other. Both suns had gone down, and darkness descended quickly, bringing a slight breeze through the trees.

Tycho looked at me before turning to face the sky again. They are getting worse. We live worse than a cornered Hotantion beast caged for amusement.

His deep voice echoed in my head although he wasn’t yelling. Tycho wasn’t the emotional type. He felt emotions but they were always tightly controlled. He hadn’t always been so uptight.

I see them. Geneva’s heart bothers her more than she lets on. Last night, she whimpered in her sleep, and was clutching at her chest.

I’m meeting with the Thulrillon Special Council. There must be a way that I can be useful to them, so that you guys can have a better life.

If it were anyone else, I would ignore that he left himself out, but I know him. He hasn’t been the same since he suffered a loss. It was clear that he intended to sacrifice himself for us. Reaching out, I fingered the leaves. These deep conversations at times seemed surreal. Our situation wasn’t real either, but we had managed to survive our planet being destroyed.

The Chailzeah had saved us, and I’m grateful, but I wanted more for my family, more for me. Our destiny would be our own, even if it were forged in blood.

The better life needs to be for all of us. It’s no more your responsibility than it is mine. This is our responsibility not yours. You and I are the men of the house.

You are the youngest. The responsibility is mine alone and I know that I have failed my family. Look at where we are, and how we’re treated.

Last time I looked, you weren’t the Emperor of Maniliv, and it wasn’t your responsibility to protect the planet and make sure the Greaxgan didn’t blow it up like they did.

I will take care of this. Mom and Geneva will get everything they need, even if I must die to give it to them. You are the heir, everything we are as a Varoman will pass to your offspring.

Jerking him toward me, I bared my teeth. You are the heir, and as oldest it is your responsibility to procreate for the Ketmer bloodline.

I will never mate or love again. The goddess was cruel to keep me alive when I pleaded so nicely for her deathly embrace.

Stop acting like you’re dead. The goddess deemed you worthy to live, so do it or not, but don’t use us as a crutch.

Zyaire, I hope you never experience what I did. You don’t understand and I hope you never will.

I thought you and I would handle this together but you’re drowning in grief, so I’m doing it. I have a meeting with the Monarchi, and I will get him to take our family situation serious.

He swung me around to face him. His grip on my wrist was like a handcuff. What were you thinking? We can’t trust them. I don’t want them knowing what we’re capable of.

We will have the life we were meant to have. I shook my head as I felt him shifting through my thoughts, like leafing through a tomb of data. As telepaths it was considered disrespectful to invade someone’s mind without permission. It was crude because you know what someone was thinking yet you invade their thoughts to double-check. My vision clouded the longer he lingered in my head. Just as I was about to throw my mental barriers up, he slid out of my unconsciousness.

He dropped my wrist. You hide that you want a mate, because of how you think I will feel. I would never deny you anything.

He started walking back toward the house. Don’t do anything yet, I’ll let you know what happens tomorrow night.

All day I attempted to keep myself busy. I was dying to know what Tycho was up too, but I waited. He had that look on his face. The one that said he was so focused but nothing and no one would stop him. He was up to something, but what was it? I swallowed my disappointment as Geneva, and I walked inside the house.

“Where is Tycho? He left early this morning.”

I shrugged. “You know Tycho’s not the easiest to be around right now. He’s probably out taking some time for himself.”

She elbowed me in the side. “What did you say to him? He just needs time to heal.”

He isn’t trying to heal. That is part of the problem. If we don’t watch him, he might succumb to his desires for eternal solace.

“You’re right. Why don’t you have a seat while I make you some Huback tea.” Passing the kitchen, I walked back to the room, and looked in on mother. She was in bed already, and I walked to the bed, watching her chest slowly rise and fall.

It was too early for her to be asleep. Scrubbing a hand down my face, I forced myself to leave the room. Closing the door, I leaned on it, taking a moment to get control of my thoughts. The last thing I needed was for Geneva to sense my turmoil. I had become a master at mental bonds and shielding my true thoughts, even from my family.

Moving into the kitchen, I swiftly heated the water, and made the tea which was a dark greenish color.

When I returned Geneva was fast asleep. We had been out all day in the scorching heat, and I had walked her far. The wedding at the palace was one of the only times people like us would be allowed on the palace grounds.

Traversing to the kitchen, I placed the tea on the counter when the door opened, and Tycho walked in, his gait sure and steady.

Leaning against the wall, I crossed my arms over my chest. The urge to storm his barriers and get answers was very tempting. What did you do? Do you have news?

He smirked. I had a meeting with the Thulrillon Council to ask them to aide us in caring for them.

They agreed to help us.

No, they denied the request. I found out that they needed Fellan Nadir rescued from the Vrakkil on their planet Vanvomia. I will rescue him, and they will give mother and Geneva the medical care they need.

When are we leaving? Geneva can watch after mother while we’re gone.

I’m going alone. I will be back in three days, and all will be as it should. He patted me on the back and headed to mother’s room.

Rayne

“We need to come up with a plan in case we get separated.” I forced the words from my mouth. Esme and I hadn’t said anything as the full weight of our situation hit us like a ton of bricks. I hadn’t had the energy to start another conversation. The possibility that we might get raped by vicious aliens was real.

Esme growled. “If they separate us, then we fight off the aliens. How do you expect us to escape, especially when we’ll be separated?”

Heck, I don’t know but I refuse to die here. Rape and death just weren’t on my agenda.

I rubbed my neck and attempted to massage the kinks out of my stiff muscles. “This might not be so bad. If they separate us, they will take us out of the cell even if it’s to transport us to another cell. That means we have an opportunity to escape.”

“Do you think we can overpower them?” asked Esme. She twisted her hair in a top knot.

“If they take us out together, we can have a signal, like I could sneeze then we kick them in the balls and run like hell.”

She tapped her finger on her chin. “I’m not sure they have balls, but if they don’t, we can aim an elbow at the center of their chest or close to it and then run.”

Inhaling, I closed my eyes. “If we are unsuccessful in our attack and they put us in a cell, we probably won’t be alone. We need to plan for that too.”

Esme jumped to her feet and shook her head. “I refuse to lose my virginity to some ugly ass aliens that kidnapped me off my planet. I want love damn it. The kind of adoration and affection that makes your toes curl and your mind blank.”

I’m not sure what sane woman wouldn’t want that. A man who wants you and you alone. Yes, I want that too, but this wasn’t the time for fantasies.

I swallowed hard. “I don’t want to be taken against my will either. If they put a man in the cell with us, there might be a chance he, too, is here against his will.”

Esme snorted. “Even so, if they tell him to sleep with us, he will. I doubt he will even have to be asked. Guys don’t view sex the way women do. They seem to drop their pants and stick it anywhere.”

Frowning, I gaped at her. “Stick it anywhere? You sound like you’re speaking from experience.”

She shrugged. “Nope, but that was what one of the girls said about Jett. They said as soon as he stuck it in, he was done before she knew it.”

Jimmy had made all of us watch movies on how women and men come together to have sex, and the movies had been explicit. “I don’t think that’s how it was supposed to go but let’s focus on escaping, then we can circle back to this conversation.”

She stopped pacing. “If I escape, I promise that I won’t leave this place without you.”

“We’ll escape this place at all cost. When we get loose, we need to find an escape pod, or spaceship to get off this planet. We can’t risk calling for help because we don’t know who to trust.”

Esme sighed. “How are we going to fly ourselves out of here? I can fly anything that uses our technology, but I don’t know about their technology. What if I can’t fly us out of here?”

I couldn’t fathom an instance where Esme couldn’t master technology. She was one of the smartest people I knew, and she was amazing at learning things quickly.

“I trust you. You got this.” I smiled as she sat back down next to me. After a minute she threw her arms around me. We were both close to our snapping point.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I smiled at her. “It will be just like old times; you fussing at the equipment and me fussing at you.”

A door slammed shut. Heavy footsteps headed our way, and I looked at her. Mouthing get ready, Esme nodded, and we got to our feet.

Five of the aliens stopped in front of our cell. Each one of them had red scaly skin, long sharp horns, and long pointy tails. The look in their eyes made my stomach quiver. I was glad we were at the back of the cell because every part of me wanted to run. Clasping hands, we waited.

Maybe they will look at us and move on. My plan hadn’t included five aliens over eight feet tall and built like mountains.

Please go. Go away. Move to another cell.

They stepped back, leaving one of them smiling, showing sharp fangs, as he opened the cell door. Clenching my jaw, I stood there as he stepped inside, stalked toward us, then stopped. Without thought, I dropped her hand, and rushed forward, swinging a quick right hook to his gut and a knee in the groin area.

Pain shot through my elbow and knee and I dropped to the floor cradling my limbs, but he hadn’t even flinched.

Damn. She was right. These Vrakkil might not have balls and if they do, they were made of metal.

He bent down and picked me up. “I like a fighter. You and I should do very well.” Grabbing me by my hair, he yanked me to my feet.

Oh, by the gods, how do I understand him?

Something sharp pierced my neck and my lids fluttered shut.

Pain shot through my head. Opening my eyes, I was grateful for the dim lighting that surrounded us. They had taken us to the lower part of the facility. There was an acid scent of urine and body smells in the air. This place was a stark contrast from the description of these aliens. The area was metal with an orange horizontal line on the walls. Everything consisted of clean lines and metal, giving the place an elegant modern feel despite the master bedroom sized cages. Each cage had an oblong green button on the wall, that when pressed, jetted a toilet from it.

We passed one cell with an alien who was chained in the center of the room. He was masturbating while the human female whimpered as she averted her face. There was nothing she could do because she was fastened to the wall, naked in spread-eagle style, with her curves bared and opened for the alien. I bit my lip and waited for him to charge and rape her, but that did not happen.

Clank. He shot his seed toward her as his arms yanked on the chains attempting to get free. His feral roar echoed off the walls.

I never thought my virginity was a hinderance but when I looked down at his sixteen-inch penis, I regretted it. A sense of everything I was about to lose became crystal clear.

Dang. He just orgasmed and both of his cocks are still semi erect.

I wasn’t much into religion. I had refused to believe that I was not in control of my destiny, yet this fresh set of hellish circumstances made me mentally call on the gods and goddesses I could think of. I’d call on the devil himself, except I was already surrounded by demons.

Maybe my lack of spirituality was what guided my steps to this hell.

Bile rose in my throat as my upper half bobbed with the alien’s unsteady gait. He had carried me over his shoulder like a sack of wheat. Craning my neck, I saw that Esme was being dragged by her hair toward the cells. She was surrounded by five aliens.

When they stopped in front of the large cell on the left, they took out their laser guns. The atmosphere among our captors went from arrogant swagger to scared shitless in minutes. Lifting my head, I stared into the cage and felt my heart flutter in my chest.

That alien doesn’t look like our captors. He was dark purple, with large pointy ears, strong jaw, and different colored eyes. His right eye was blue, and his left eye was hazel. He had full lips that weren’t bracketed with laugh lines. He had silky looking dark brown hair. There was a section of his hair that was completely white.

He sat with his legs folded, braiding his hair.

They pointed their guns at him, but he didn’t acknowledge that they could kill or harm him and continued braiding his hair.

“He doesn’t look so tough,” one alien said as he tapped his gun against the bars.

“You’re a fool. He killed ten of our men without breaking a sweat.”

Heat warmed my face, and my eyes fluttered open. The scent of sandalwood and leather drifted to my nose, and I tried to move, but couldn’t. Frowning, I looked down at my body and froze. They had strapped me down. I was in a medical examination room. The sick alien that had spoken to me wasn’t here.

Wiggling, I attempted to loosen the leather bonds that were around me, but they wouldn’t give. The alien sitting in front of some computer monitors turned toward me.

“I had hoped you would remain unconscious for your sake, but I guess it doesn’t matter,” he said. He smiled and turned back toward the screen.

I still couldn’t figure out how I was able to understand them. That fact both scared and fascinated me. My only hope was that my virginity might somehow turn them off. If it did, would they just kill me?

“What are you going to do with me? Why am I here?”

Opening a drawer, he pulled out a syringe and bit the cap off. Holding it up for me to see, he walked to me. He seemed to be moving in slow motion.

He stuck the needle in my arm. “You are here to secure Tale El Poke’s blood line.”

Shaking my head, I ignored the heat that flowed through my body. Whatever was in that needle made me tingle all over.

“I’m infertile.”

His lips cracked into a wide smile. “You’re a virgin, I examined you thoroughly while you were out. Tale was most pleased.”

This jerk had touched me while I was unconscious. I wanted all of them dead.

“Who is Tale?” I asked as I fought the sluggishness that seeped through me.

Zyaire

Four days had passed, and I’d run out of excuses and patience. Tycho hadn’t come home and hadn’t hailed me. The more I thought about it, that part hit me the hardest. All of us could communicate with each other, yet he had been silent. It could only mean two things: he was either dead or he felt it would kill us to retrieve him. It was hard for me to imagine someone besting him.

He had a death wish. Could this have been his plan all along? Our race wouldn’t commit self-murder because it was one of the things forbidden by the goddess herself. Staring out the window as the second moon went down, I realized it wouldn’t matter. I was going to rescue him. If anyone had harmed him, I would lose control. Our species wasn’t meant to have unstable emotions, yet I knew at this moment I was volatile. All day, I pondered what I should tell Geneva and I still hadn’t come up with a good answer. I guessed the truth would have to suffice.

A part of me hoped she might be asleep so I could sneak out of the house, but I wasn’t that lucky. Strolling down the hall, I tapped lightly on her door. A faint scent of rose petals and lavender hit me in the face as I opened her door. She must feel my worry. This combination of scents was what she used when she was stressed. Her moods could be mapped by her scent like the stars in the galaxy.

Her room was nice and tidy. She had a habit of being extra clean when she worried. Her books were alphabetized and arranged on the shelf by color.

“Geneva, I need to talk to you.”

The bathroom door opened, and she walked out. Her hazel eyes were puffy and red.

She’d been crying.

“What’s happened to Tycho?” She walked over to the bed and sat down with her hands clasped in her lap.

“Nothing. I need to take care of something, and I will be gone for a few days. Look after mom for me.” I stood. Her emotions were so strong and chaotic that they washed over me like waves crashing against rocks.

“You’re going after him.”

“I heard about a nearby planet that might be better for us, and I need to check it out.”

Frowning, she shook her head. “I know you’re not telling the complete truth. Your mental barriers are strong, but I can still tell you’re evading and lying.”

“I’m tired of living like a slave here on this planet. You know mom needs medical care. Her condition is getting worse, and what about you? You cry at night from chest pain when you think you can’t be heard.”

Her cheeks turned pink, but I cared not. “We were not meant to be treated like imbeciles. I’m going to explore our options so that we can live a better life.”

“It’s our lives too. Don’t mom and I get a say about where we live?”

Rolling my eyes, I stood. “Not if it means I have to bury mother before her time. We’ve lost a lot, but I refuse to lose any more family.”

“If anything happened to either of you, mom won’t recover. She’ll just give up.”

“I’ll be back in a few days.” Strolling to the door, I closed it behind me and rushed toward my room to pack some essentials.

It was bad to steal from the people you were about to ask for help from, but I needed their flyer, and I wasn’t waiting for permission. I took their flyer and flew higher and higher in the sky thinking of Tycho and following his location. It took a short time to reach him, but the planet had nowhere to park. I needed to get as close as possible in case we had to leave in a hurry. Powering down the flyer, I landed among some tall trees. Jumping out, I rolled to the ground camouflaging the same colors as my surroundings.

Running through the lush trees, I reached a tall building. It was secluded with nothing around it for miles and miles. This planet seemed pretty isolated. Branches snapped to the left of me and I turned toward the noise. A circular light swung back and forth, probably from someone’s hand. Stepping further inside the trees, I hunched down getting ready to spring.

When his long tail swung in my direction, I caught it and jumped on his back wrapping the tail around his neck. Squeezing, I twisted my face away from him as he attempted to use his pointy horns to stab me. My grip tightened until he fell to his knees. While he was on the ground, I snapped his neck like a twig. A quick search of his body yielded a key card, two laser weapons and his communication device.

“Keljeck, come in.” The voice snapped through the communication device. I dragged the body into the bushes and inched closer to the door.

Shortly afterward, the voice went silent on the device, the door opened, and two other red horned aliens with long tails rushed outside. As they rushed around the building, I slipped inside the door before it shut. The hallway was empty with stark white walls. Running, I went through the first door on the left. It was some kind of storage room with protective gear.

“No sign of him out here. He’s probably sleeping. I left Copenel with the doctor, to guard the prisoner. After, we check the south side we’ll head back there.”

The volume on the device was low, but my hearing was excellent. I slipped out the storage room and rushed down the hall. I needed to get to the lab before they did something to Tycho that I couldn’t fix. Going on pure instinct, I crept through the stairwell, rushing downstairs. Reaching the door, I listened for footsteps. When the steps faded down the hallway, I slipped inside. There was a large room with glass along the wall. I saw a scientist and froze as I saw his movements.

His head was bent, and his horns were sweating. His back jerked as his hand moved hard as he pumped his shaft back and forth. The terran female was strapped down to the table. Her naked breasts had metal clamps on them. A gray ball was strapped to her head. The ball was so large that she slobbered down her face. There was an empty syringe lying next to her.

Her tears marred the perfection of her skin. She was weeping. Every so often she attempted to move and the more she squeaked, the more the alien pumped his conqueen, delighting in her fear and helplessness. He roared and spilled his seed toward the wall.

Opening the door, I grabbed him by the neck, and twisted.

Crack. His body went limp and I tossed him in his own seed. It was too nice of a death to give him, because my species does not hurt women. We cherished, loved, and protected them. As much as I wanted to leave him there, I dragged him to the door in the back and tossed him inside. Grabbing a white coat, I closed the door. Approaching the bed, I drew out my sharp claws. Slicing the leather bonds from her body, I tossed the coat to her, and turned to leave.

She donned the coat and held it closed. “Hey, where are you going?”

Where did she think I was going? I saved her from being raped and killed. The least she could do is leave me alone.

I felt her soft hand wrap around my arm as she tugged on me. I swung around and yanked my arm from her grasp. She stumbled as she took several steps back and lost her balance from the heavy puddles of his seed on the floor. Catching her before she hit the floor, I held her upright until she was steady, then stepped back.

Her scent was a combination of ocean water, mint leaves, and coconut. She smelled like the salty sea of Namuka. The metal barbel on my conqueen stretched as the ridges lifted and I swelled. My body’s reaction to her, was unwelcomed and surprising. There was no way terrans and Varomans were compatible.

Quickly I signed to her, half hoping she wouldn’t understand. “You are free, run and get help.” I moved to the door, but she grabbed me again.

Her fingers flew quickly in response, but it was the husky tone of her voice that had me mesmerized.

“Me and my friend were kidnapped. Please help me find her. The Vrakkil took us to breed.”

Terrans were compatible with Vrakkil. How had they discovered that?

“I’m sorry. I can’t help.”

Her eyes fell as her fingers moved fast.

“I can’t leave without her, they put her in a cell with a huge purple alien.”

Facing her, I motioned. “Lead the way.”

She sighed. “Thanks so much. The purple alien was so big and scary, that he made all the Vrakkil look weak.” She shivered and rushed through the door and down the hall.

Rayne

I’m grateful the chiseled alien saved me, but he was going to leave me. What kind of rescue did he think that was? I’m grateful I wasn’t raped but I need help.

I never heard of a deaf alien. He wasn’t like the Vrakkil. He was purple for one, but not just any kind of purple. His skin was lavender and iridescent. His eyes were blue in a face too beautiful for an alien. He had dark brown hair that was braided and piled on top of his head like a braided ninja bun.

Glancing behind me, I almost startled when he was so close that I could smell his skin. His aroma reminded me of cedarwood and lavender. His body was muscular and toned, for an alien eight feet tall. He had tree trunk legs and arms like steel beams.

Thinking of the heat that spread through me when he grabbed me, caused a puddle of liquid between my legs. All of me ached and my nipples were sore. Rolling my eyes, I yanked off the nipple clamps and dropped to my knees with the urge to yell, as blood surged through my engorged nipples. Tears flowed down my face. All of a sudden, I was picked up and carried as I pointed down the hall to the third door on the right.

Wiping my tears away, he sat me down and placed a finger to his lips. He went inside and closed the door behind him.

What the hell?

A few minutes later, he came out with another alien. It wasn’t the purple alien, and it wasn’t Esme. “Where was Esme?”

The alien stopped leaning on my savior. “Who is Esme?”

I pointed to myself. “A human female like myself. They tossed her into a cell with a purple alien.”

Wincing the alien straightened. “They had done some experiments on him and took him down this hall.” He stepped forward and rushed down the hall.

My savior grabbed my arm. His fingers moved so fast, if I blinked, I would miss the entire conversation.

“I don’t know what they did to him, but if I had to guess, they gave him some kind of sexual stimulants like they did me. They kidnapped us to breed with them, but the other humans died before carrying their babies to term. They probably wanted to experiment to see if humans were compatible with more than the Chalizeah aliens.” Rushing behind the alien, I held the door open for him to follow me. We reached the lower level and I stopped as we came upon several cages filled with all kinds of aliens. Looking behind me, I froze as my savior sliced through the locks and thrust the cage doors open.

“What are you doing? We can’t trust these aliens.” I rushed to him, but an orange alien stepped in front of me. He raised his claws at me but froze as sharp claws thrust into his heart from behind.

My savior held the dead alien up to all the cages and pointed his blood claws at me and then at the dead alien. His meaning was clear.

He went on freeing the aliens and they started working to free the others. Turning, I saw the alien motion for us to follow him. I frowned as I waited for him to slice through the lock of the cell. Looking at his hands, I noticed he had no claws like my savior.

“Can you get him to slice the lock?” He stepped back.

I saw Esme and froze. She was cradled in the vicious purple alien’s arms. Oh no, we were too late.

Grabbing the bars, I bared my teeth. “I’m going to kill you. You hurt my friend, and now I’m going to end you.” Snarling like a rabid, mangy dog, I felt strong arms move me aside, swish the lock fell aside and my savior was inside the cell.

Running inside, I dashed past him, to get to the purple alien, but I was lifted off the floor from behind. Turning around, I saw my savior shaking his head. When he sat me down, he shook his head again.

“What is his name? Does he talk? My name is Fellan Nadir.”

The golden buff alien nodded at me like a polite gentleman. Trembling, I glanced at Fellan. “He’s deaf and I never asked him his name, but I guess I should have. He did save me.”