Alien Bride

I used to think those stars came with wishes. Goodness. Now, I know the truth. The universe is filled with sex-crazed aliens, and they don’t give a shit about love or anything good.

They care about one thing. Owning me.

“Her body is perfect,” the leader says, addressing the others. “We should keep her during the extraction process. We can breed her here.”

The alien in the cape bends his head and twists his jaw. “I thought there would be more women.”

A low growl rolls from the husky alien’s throat. “One for each of us. That was the agreement.”

The leader’s lip twitches, and he takes a step away from me. For the moment, I relax, but I know it’s not over.

He grows impatient. Whatever he’s about to say will not be in my favor. “Fine. Keep her in the isolation chamber. We’ll find out how to deal with her later,” he says, turning and exiting the room.

The two aliens huff and groan, eyeing me with malice. The husky one points near my face. “You, my pretty pet, must stay put.”

“Get some rest,” the caped alien says. “You will need it.”

When they leave, the door shuts. The image of my bedroom lights up once more, and I’m nearly ready to give up when I see something peculiar.

In the room’s corner is a small closet, wedged open. I slide it inches and step inside, glancing up at the ceiling.

It’s wide open. There are metal beams that rise as far as three stories high. If I wanted a way out, it looks like I’ve found it.

The jump is a little far…

I’m not in the best shape of my life, but there’s no time to stretch or lose those ten extra pounds. I grab hold of a plank and lift myself to the first ledge. A row of thick metal pipes leads to a small catwalk.

I hop the barrier and continue walking, now nearing the center of the mothership. Three red beams of light protect a door. It must be an alarm system, so I back away and reassess my position.

Peering below, I see nothing. There is pipe after metal pipe, followed by a long drop into darkness.

“Shit,” I curse.

I walk back and hear the low rumblings of deep voices. Following the path toward the other end of the catwalk, I find a drop-down ladder. Cautiously, I slide it forward, entering an unguarded room. I stop as soon as I hear another voice.

There is a room with a hologram. A green and disgusting alien, even more dreaded than the beings that abducted me, speaks.

I hide behind the wall and listen.

“Lök, where is your crew? We did not receive your daily ping, and our devices do not register your coordinates. I hope it is just an error on our part.”

Lök kneels and eyes the floor. “Emperor Slain.”

“Enough,” he groans. “Stand up. I don’t have time for games. I demand an explanation. Did you or did you not leave planet Ferän?

“Sir, we have begun the extraction of Resnyx,” Lök says. “The miners are nearly ready.”

In a fit of rage, the Emperor spits and hits his fist against the table. “That is not what I asked you.”

I look past the wall. Lök sucks in his cheeks and takes a deep breath, remaining composed. However, something is obviously wrong.

“We have scouted another planet,” he says. “One without life, a rogue with remnants of Resnyx.”

He’s lying. They found a planet full of life. Earth. But why is he hiding that crucial detail?

The Emperor screams and points at him. “You have no authorization to leave. You are not a soldier anymore. You lost your rights when you became a contractor.”

“I can assure you, we won’t let you down. Our workers will get the job done, and when it’s over, we’ll find more of it. You will be the most powerful alpha in the universe,” Lök says.