My Area 51 Alien Prize
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I lift my long-range binoculars to my eyes and scan the stars. “I can’t see anything. It must have been a shooting star.”
Ece is still peering into the distance when I look back to him and I want to laugh at his twitching whiskers. “You don’t have to be so eager.”
“Come on! Yes, I do. It’s been an age since anyone has attacked. My father is threatening to pull my services if there is no new threat.”
Ece’s father was actually the Emperor of Ochekia and the very reason we had to abduct women from Earth. Without his formation of the Galactic Union our kind would have likely died out by now.
“You know your father will never do that,” I argue. “When has he ever denied your wishes?”
Ece may be my only friend on board this craft but it didn’t mean I was blind to the fact that he got whatever the hell he wanted.
With our kind, heirs were pampered without exception. And, in Ece’s case, it went beyond even our normal standards. After all, if this breeding program wasn’t successful, he would truly be the last in his line of royalty.
“I’m serious,” Ece says, pointing off to another point in the sky. I put my binoculars back to my eyes and search some more. “Or, maybe it’s my step-monster that wants it. Either way, the push is on to start training me in the ways of leading our people.”
“That could be fun.”
“Yes, sitting around while I listen to people bitch about how much they don’t want to pay their taxes. Riveting stuff.” Ece snorts at me and his tail flicks so hard from side to side that I am whipped by it.
“Hey, watch it!” I say and jump backwards. Ece chuckles at me and does it once more. I swat him back with my paw, letting my claws spring out just a little.
I still have my eyes on Earth as we banter back and forth, so am the first to see the small ship returning. “Hey, stop it! The recon vessel is here.”
Ece snaps to attention and turns to watch the approaching ship. It is oval in shape and rather flat compared to its width. Its shiny surface helps to camouflage it while close to Earth. However, once all the way out here, it stands out brightly, like an oddly shaped star and immediately noticeable.
We both scan the area round the vessel, knowing that this is the most dangerous time for an enemy to strike. While many planets have succumbed and are members of the Galactic Union, there is a small number who object to membership based on the fact that we are forcibly taking unsuspecting women for breeding purposes.
There is no threat today, though, and the vessel pulls into the large cavern of our ship. Once on board, the doors are closed and Ece and I relax our stance.
“Let’s have a look at the latest haul,” Ece says as he slaps me on the back.
I follow my friend and soon we are joined by the members from inside the recon vessel as well as the emperor and his wife. Ece nods at his father and totally ignores his stepmother.
A variety of women are being transported via stretchers. They are rendered unconscious before being taken and will not wake for some time yet.
“It looks like quite a haul,” Emperor Thahars says. “Tell me Missy, what do you think?”
Missy steps forward. She is long and slender, bony some would say. Her hair is the color of deep space and it makes her pale complexion even more pallid. Stepping forward, her chain rattles. Even on board the ship and in outer space, the emperor prefers to keep his new wife confined at arm’s length. She grimaces at the new shipment.
“I am sure they will love their new life,” she sneers and I can see why Ece isn’t very fond of her.
The emperor laughs and yanks at her chain, pulling her back to his side. In an instant, I almost feel sorry for the woman, after all, it is only sheer luck that sees her seated beside the ruler and not a common breeder like these new women will be.
While different in appearance to my own race, humans are actually not so far removed from us. They are somewhat smaller in general and are missing tails, whiskers, and the full body down of the Ocheks. However, it is their ability to breed with us that makes them so useful. Many other breeds are not compatible at all and no offspring are produced.
“Look at that one,” Ece says, pointing at a dark-haired woman. She is older than the others and I wonder why she was taken. Perhaps, it was a mistake. Or, maybe she has proven to be an excellent breeder on Earth and produced many children already. Sometimes, older women were more reliable in that regard.
Ece interest wanes and he is pointing out another woman, but my attention has been caught by someone else. A thin blond woman is last in line and I can’t stop looking at her. She has a long mane that is hanging from the stretcher and all I want to do is reach out and touch it. My own mane is course and springs up in all directions. This woman’s hair, however, is a shiny cascade of smoothness.
She is wearing a white outfit and strange shoes that look way too impractical for actual walking. I have read up a little on the human race and know that women do like to make themselves appear taller using footwear but have never seen shoes like this before. They look more like dangerous weapons than foot coverings.
“You like that one?” Ece says over my shoulder and I shrug at him, not wanting to appear too eager.
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Other Books by Lucee Joie
Warrior of the Stars (Galactic Union #1)
Defender of the Stars (Galactic Union #2)
My Cocky Farmer
Bite Me
COMING SOON
Protector of the Stars (Galactic Union #3)
Empress of the Stars (Galactic Union #4)
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Lucee Joie is the pen name for a popular author who chooses to remain anonymous.
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