Haakon, The Drogon Prince: SciFi Alien Soul Mates Romance (A Drogons Fate Series Book 1)

by T. J. Quinn

  “I had no idea we had visitors. I would have been more careful if I had known,” Haakon let his powerful body fall over a chair and rubbed his tired eyes. “Damn… you could have warned me.”

  “How does it feel?” the King asked with an amused grin on his face.

  “Like a hammer to your stomach,” Fritjof answered.

  “You too?” Haakon asked with a smirk.

  The other man just nodded.

  “How is this possible? Where are these women from?” Haakon asked, and Asgar filled him in.

  “And how are we getting more women from this planet?”

  “The Slythonians will bring a new cargo soon, and they will let us know. Hopefully, we will be able to find a few more matches amongst them, but unless things change, we should start planning a trip to this planet,” Asgar explained.

  “That won’t be easy,” The King frowned.

  “No, it won’t. According to what the traders told us, the planet is very far away from here, and unlike us, they have eight thousand million inhabitants.”

  “Well, at least that means they can spare a few females,” Haakon said in a scornful tone.

  “Fortunately, one of us has found his mate,” The King stated with a wicked smile.

  “Do you really think she will ever let me get near her?” a self-deprecating smile showed up on his face.

  “She will, eventually. The mating mutual, and though she might fight it, she will end up surrendering to it,” The King comforted him.

  “Or so say the legends.”

  “Did it feel unreal to you, Haakon?”

  His brother didn’t answer, but then again, he didn’t have to. The answer was written all over his face.

  “Any idea when the Slythonians will be back?” Ingvar, another one of the councils, asked.

  “No, I considered it wouldn’t be wise to show them our urgency,” Asgar replied.

  “You’re right. That information would be dangerous in the hands of our enemies.”

  “So, we just sit back and wait?” Haakon asked, not very pleased. He was a man of action.

  “No, we sit back and wait. You and Fritjof have a lot to do, conquering your soulmates and making them love the Drogon in you,” The King corrected him.

  Haakon chuckled, but there wasn’t much joy in his laugh. Showing his drogon to the women had been a nasty move, one that would require time to erase.

  “Is that an order, my King?”

  “You might consider it as you wish,” his brother nodded. “Keep me informed and go slow with your woman. She is strong-willed and determined. You’ll only have trouble if you confront her or tried to force her into accepting you.”

  “Give me some credit.”

  “I am, Haakon, but this is new for all of us. We know little to nothing about their species, and as you said, the whole soul mate thing had been a legend so far, we have no idea what will come out of this,” The King advised him.

  “You should be the one with a soul mate, not me,” he grumbled, jumping to his feet.

  “Perhaps, the gods will be kind to me, next time.”

  The King dismissed the council and left the room.

  Asgar and Haakon were the last ones to leave.

  “What made you bring them?” Haakon asked, curious.

  “Believe it or not, it was an instinct, like a damn voice inside me. I knew none of them was my soul mate, but I could feel the potential in them, and so did Egil. We had never experienced such a thing.”

  “Very well. We have to make sure the future queen comes with the next cargo because I have no intention of becoming king.”

  Asgar chuckled, but he knew Haakon meant every word. His place was out there, in the mountains. Raising the cattle that fed most of the Zuvrakians, free and reckless, not sitting on a throne he never desired.

  “I assure you I will do all in my power.”

  Chapter Six

  Captain Rurik turned around to look at his slave master. He was sitting behind his desk, looking at the information on the women they were planning on abducting.

  “Are we ready to go down to the planet?”

  “Yes, Captain. We’re just waiting for you to approve the targets.”

  The captain looked once more at the pictures his hunters had brought back. “Why wasn’t this one taken into consideration, as well?” he asked, pointing at a woman with a fabulous auburn mane, smiling at the woman in the center of the picture.

  “We had, at first. Those two live together and have no family ties on the planet, but then we realized the other woman wasn’t able to walk for herself.” The slave master pulled the picture up to the hologram projector and amplified the part where the redheaded woman was, signaling the strange object she was sitting on. “She uses that device to move around.”

  “Damaged good,” the captain stated.

  “Yes, captain, that’s why we ruled her out.”

  “Good decision. Her friend, on the other hand, will be quite a catch.”

  “Yes, I believe so too.”

  “Then, proceed with the abduction, as discreetly as possible. We don’t need to alert the humans about our businesses on their planet,” he warned his man, closing the files with the five females they had selected for this trip.

  “Of course, captain. Our men have been warned and prepared to eliminate any possible threat.”

  “Perfect. Tell them to proceed.”

  The slave master nodded and left the captain’s quarters. Ten of his best men were going down to the planet, for the capture of five different points of the planet. This time, they were looking for variety, and that was something abundant on planet Earth.

  Eskol went straight to the command center. He always followed up close the abductions. They had been orbiting on the dark side of the planet’s moon, avoiding all of their primitive scanners.

  The Slythonian men were going down to the planet on small vessels that would go down to the surface wearing their special shields that would make them invisible to the earthling radars. After that, they just had to land near their targets and materialize on their homes, abduct them, and return to their ships.

  Eleanor let out a heavy sigh. It had been a heavy day, and her instinct kept telling her it still wasn’t over.

  She wheeled her chair into her apartment building and smiled at the doorman.

  “Good evening, Miss Eleanor, you’re back early from your therapy today,” the man greeted her.

  “Ah, Mr. Jones, how are you? My therapist had an important meeting tonight, so she wasn’t able to keep her appointment with me,” she replied, with a scowl. She wouldn’t have minded, if the woman had warned her with time, instead of doing it the minute she entered the gym facilities.

  “Oh, that sucks. And she made you go all the way down there to tell you that?”

  “Yes, I know… the good thing was I used the time to swim a bit, so it wasn’t a total waste of time,” she replied entering the elevator the man was holding open for her.

  “I’m sure Miss Sasha will have a delicious dinner waiting for you.”

  “We can hope, can’t we?” she winked at him, as the doors slid closed and the small box moved up to the ninth floor.

  A few moments later, she was opening the apartment’s door and going straight to the kitchen. “Sasha, are you here? The therapist didn’t show up today,” she shouted out, sure her friend was around.

  She had told her she would be home early.

  “Eleanor… I have company, would you mind going away for a couple of hours?” Sasha’s voice came up from her bedroom.

  For a split second, Eleanor felt an excruciating pain in the face of rejection of those words, but then common sense kicked in, and she knew something was wrong. Sasha would never kick her out of their apartment.

  “Sure, I’ll see you later,” she replied in a loud tone.

  Scared, with her cell phone ready to dial 911, she wheeled her chair to her friend’s room. She had to find out what the hell was going on.
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br />   “But before she could reach the door, this one was smashed open against the wall and the strangest creatures she had ever seen come out, holding Sasha prisoner.

  “Get the hell out of here,” her friend shouted, struggling to free herself from the creatures.

  Eleanor was so surprised; she wasn’t able to move a muscle.

  “Sir, our men in North America, have been spotted,” one of his officers warned Eskol.

  He had been monitoring the actions in Europe and in Asia, other two continents on the planet.

  “Damn, let me see that,” he pulled the image his officer sent him and watched the live transmission coming from the cams his men were wearing.

  “She wasn’t supposed to be home,” he grumbled, furious.

  “According to what we heard, she had a cancellation,” his officer explained.

  With a deep frown, Eskol opened a communication channel with his men on the planet.

  “Get rid of the other woman,” he ordered, furious.

  “We can’t, sir. The woman is fighting like a wild beast,” his man replied, clearly having trouble to submit the female they had imprisoned. “There’s no telling what she might do if one of us let her go.”

  “Damn, damn… do all you can to knock her down and then bring them both here. We’ll deal with the second woman when you’re out of there.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Sasha struggled harder to free herself to no avail. She had been changing clothes in her bedroom when the creatures appeared in her room. She had let out a cry and had run for the door, but before she was able to reach it, they had trapped her, and she had been struggling and kicking since then.

  When she heard, Eleanor announcing her arrival, her struggles increased, and she tried to send her friend away, but the creatures wouldn’t let that happen.

  They burst out of her bedroom into the living room, and despite her prayers, Eleanor was still there, helpless on her chair.

  Distracted by her friend’s presence, she didn’t see the needle on one of her captor’s hand until it was buried in her belly, with its content squeezed into her.

  “Sasha!” Eleanor yelled, finally coming out of her stupor.

  But instead, of running away, she charged against the creatures, determined to get a hold of her friend, that had gone suddenly still and quiet.

  One of the creatures grabbed her before she hit the floor and the other one turned to face Eleanor, holding a similar syringe in his claws.

  She threw herself to the floor and crawl as fast as she could away from him, hearing his hideous laughter as he walked after her.

  He mumbled a few things she wasn’t able to understand as he kneeled next to her, pinning her to the floor.

  Njal growled when he was finally able to subdue the first female. The other one tried to escape, but she was no match for his superior strength, and soon he had her pinned to the floor as he injected the tranquilizer into her system as well.

  That one wouldn’t last much, but they didn’t like to leave a witness behind, so with both women secured, they finally returned to their vessel.

  “All set, sir, we’re heading back to the mother vessel,” he announced to the slave master.

  “Are you bringing both women?” Eskol asked, still frowning.

  “Yes, sir, we had to, she had seen too much.”

  “Very well, we’ll dispose of her later.”

  Njal nodded, and as soon as his partner had the prisoners secured on the back of the ship, they headed back to the mother vessel.

  Chapter Seven

  Eskol waited for the vessels on the boarding room, anxious to confirm if the merchandise was as good as promised. He had noticed the Zuvrakians interest in human females, and he would be more than pleased to satisfy their wishes.

  One by one, the females were carried into the room by the men, putting them on a table for him to examine. They were perfect.

  The ones brought by Njal and his partner were the last ones to arrive. Njal let the one they had gone looking for over the table and Zadok let the other one slid to the floor. They were still unconscious.

  “Excellent job with this one,” Eskol congratulated his hunter.

  “She’s the feistiest I’ve ever seen so far, sir. We had a lot of trouble subduing her,” he admitted.

  “Yes, I was able to see some of it. We have to collar her while she’s sedated.”

  “Yes, sir, that would be wise.”

  “Take her to the cell,” Eskol ordered.

  “What should we do with this one, sir?” Zadok asked, signaling the other woman.

  “Get rid of her. I won’t ruin our reputation offering damaged goods.”

  “Yes, sir,” the hunter pulled her up to his shoulders, and he was about to leave the room when Captain Rurik entered the room.

  “What’s going on here?” he asked assessing the people around him.

  “The crew was forced to bring an unexpected guest back to the ship, Captain,” Eskol replied, motioning the hunter to leave the room.

  “Is she the female I asked you about?” the captain asked, stopping the hunter.

  “Yes, sir, she is. I was just ordering the hunter to get rid of her.”

  “Get her on the table,” the captain ordered, and the hunter immediately obeyed.

  Eskol opened his mouth as if to protest, but the captain’s expression made him hold back his protests.

  The captain examined the female, for a few minutes. “We’ll keep her, despite her problem, I’m sure we’ll find a buyer for her.”

  “But…” Eskol started but the glance the captain gave him, silenced him effectively.

  “Zadok, take her to a cell,” he watched the hunter leave the room before he turned to look at his slave master. “There is a lot to do if we want to have everything ready for when we arrive at the meeting point.”

  “Yes, sir, you’re right.”

  “I know you don’t see eye to eye with me with this last slave, but my instinct tells me we shall profit from her.”

  “Very well, sir.” But he wasn’t convinced, and he sure as hell didn’t plan to waste his precious time on her.

  Eleanor came to herself a few minutes later, just to find herself lying on a cold metallic floor. Her head was pounding hard, and she was feeling nauseated. She looked around with narrowed eyes, carefully, not sure of what she was going to face as soon as she opened her eyes wide. Apparently, she was alone, in some kind of cell, with a small bunker and basic bathroom facilities. The bars that closed the cell seemed as if they were electrified or something since they were glowing menacingly.

  She was still wearing her own clothes, and the only thing different she could perceive was a metallic collar wrapped around her neck. She tried to remove it, but she wasn’t able to even sense where the damn thing locked.

  Letting out a growl of disgruntle, she looked around once more. She needed to use the bathroom, urgently, but her wheelchair wasn’t anywhere around. She would have to crawl to get there.

  She was halfway there when she heard Sasha.

  “Eleanor, are you there?”

  Waves of relief flooded her. Sasha was somewhere close. “Yes… in some sort of cell.”

  “Yes, me too. Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” her friend asked again. Sasha had always been overprotective of her, and she loved her for that.

  “I’m fine. But they didn’t bring my wheelchair,” she protested, smiling when she heard her friend’s chuckle.

  “Shut up you two, you’re going to attract the lizards here.” Another voice sounded some place nearby.

  “Sooner or later, they’ll come for us.” Another voice sounded.

  “Well, I rather have it later.” The first voice grumbled.

  “How many of us are here?” Sasha asked, sounding worried.

  “So far… four voices…” the first voice replied. “I’m Anya, from Norway, by the way.”

  “I’m Gil Ra, South Korea.” The second voice introduced herself, as well.r />
  “I’m Patricia, from Brazil.”

  “Sasha, from the USA.”

  “I’m Miranda, from Mexico.”

  “And I’m Eleanor from the USA as well. But, I have a strong feeling I wasn’t supposed to be here,” she added, finally reaching the toilet, and struggling to get on top of it.

  “Why do you say that?” Gil Ra asked, too curious to stay quiet.

  “First, because there is one of each country, and second, because I’m sure I’m not good enough for whatever their plans,” she explained.

  “Don’t put yourself down,” Sasha protested.

  “I’m not, I'm just realistic. They abducted females, from all over the world. I’m sure they’re not after scientific knowledge,” Eleanor replied, making one more try to reach the damn toilet.

  “What the hell are you doing, Eleanor?” Sasha asked, clearly worried.

  “Trying to use the toilet,” she explained, huffing heavily. It took her a few moments to finally sit on the toilet.

  “Where do you think, they are taking us?” Miranda asked, in a low tone, with a thick accent.

  “No idea, baby, but unfortunately, there isn’t much we can do. Just judging by the number of lizards that went for us, we’re outnumbered, out of our planet, and God knows where,” Sasha replied in a cold tone.

  Eleanor managed to do her things and slid down from the toilet before they heard a swish sound, announcing the arrival of the aliens.

  Eskol entered the dungeon area and looked around. The women were awake. They had implanted the translators and collared them all, including the one the captain had insisted on keeping alive.

  He stood in the middle of the dungeon, where they all could see him. “Greetings, females. My name is Eskol, and I’m the slave master of this vessel. We come from planet Slython, on the fourth quadrant and our people are basically traders,” he informed. “You have been selected among millions to be sold to the highest bidder,” he informed, slowly turning around to face each and every one of them. “We have implanted a translator into your hearing systems so that you’re able to understand us and any possible master.”