by Renee Rose
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Her Alien Masters
Captives of Pra’kir, Book 3
by Renee Rose
Copyright © May 2017 Her Alien Masters by Renee Rose
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
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A Note from the Author
Acknowledgements
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Chapter One
The Council of Nine reported today that in lieu of death sentences for the five female aliens whose ship crashed on the freeway, killing innocent Pra’kirians, the aliens will be fostered out for conditioning to society. Sources say the aliens, who came from a planet called Earth, may have been hit by debris circling our planet, which caused them to crash and their fuel cell to explode. According to military sources, there is no possibility for the aliens to communicate with their planet or ever return. The information on where each alien will be placed will be kept confidential. ~Pra’kirian News Report
~.~
All Jakk wanted was a moment of peace and quiet. Too bad they no longer existed in his world. He left the busy courtroom and entered his office, head pounding.
“Judge Ereen, your brother left an urgent message. I think it’s about your nieces.”
He barely contained a groan. Again? Really? “Thank you, Sanda.”
She nodded and looked quickly away—a reaction he got from most females. Make that all females. Born with eyes two different colors, he was a misfit in Pra’kirian society.
He flicked on his communicator, which had been silenced while he held court. “Call Gav’n.”
The screen sprang open, showing Gav’n’s face. The furrow between his twin brother’s brows was deeper than usual, and he appeared to be out of breath.
“What happened now?”
Gav’n’s head bobbed like he was jogging, and sweat beaded at his forehead. “The nanny left them—alone. According to Darley, their rashes got worse, and the nanny panicked. I told the stupid woman they weren’t contagious. Anyway, the girls are without supervision at the moment, and I can’t go home because we’re in the middle of a smuggling raid.”
Pain throbbed in Jakk’s temples. He’d had the same headache since the day the aliens’ ship crashed and killed their sister, leaving him and his twin brother responsible for their three young nieces. He’d gone from living a quiet life alone to attempting to coexist with Gav’n and their nieces in his sister’s home. To say it wasn’t going well was an understatement.
He muttered a curse. “I’ll go. The magistrate is going to have my ass over all these absences, though.”
This was the fifth nanny they’d lost since taking custody of the girls. Between the children’s unexplained skin rash—blisters that came and went all over their bodies—and their general bad behavior, it had become impossible to find anyone willing to stay with them. Dammit. He should have Gav’n arrest today’s nanny for leaving her post. Endangerment of underage children was a serious offense on Pra’kir.
“Thanks. I’ll see you at home when I’m off,” Gav’n said, already focusing away from the screenon whatever he was hunting. The screen blipped off.
Jakk sighed. He’d better explain the situation to the magistrate in person. Even though he held a position of power and technically could come and go as he pleased, he’d been absent more than he’d been in the courthouse lately, and with Rowth, it was better to communicate any problems than have him find them on his own.
“I’m out for the day,” he told Sanda as he left his office. He ignored her curious gaze. “I’ll visit the magistrate in person on my way out. Please contact me on the communicator with anything important.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
He took the chute to the second to top floor to see his boss, Rowth Lashat, the general magistrate for the superior court and the highest authority on the planet, except for the Council of Nine.
Rowth’s assistant sat in reception, tapping away on her screen. “Is the magistrate in?”
The receptionist lifted her head. “Yes, Your Honor. Is he expecting you?”
“No. I only need a minute, though.”
“Judge Endove to see you, Your Honor,” she said into the communication device. She glanced back up at Jakk. “You may go in.”
He opened the door and stepped inside but didn’t take a seat. He didn’t have time for a long conversation—his young nieces were completely unsupervised at the moment. “I have to leave for the day—again.”
Setting his tablet aside, the magistrate raised his eyebrows in a rare show of emotion.
“I know. I don’t find it acceptable, either, but Gav’n and I are having a terrible time keeping a nanny to watch our nieces. They can’t go to school, either, due to some health issues. Needless to say, I understand this is a problem, and we’re working on a long-term solution.”
Rowth stood and walked around his desk, then perched on the edge of it. “I may have a solution for you, Jakk.”
Doubtful. “Oh?” He did his best to appear polite.
“The Council of Nine has ruled the aliens are to be fostered out.”
“I’d heard that,” he said neutrally. And? How could this possibly apply to him?
“They were responsible for your sister’s death. Doesn’t it seem reasonable for one of them to give back to society by taking her place in your home and raising her children?”
Only years of presiding over court kept his jaw from dropping.
“With all due respect, my brother and I can hardly manage the raising of our nieces. We certainly couldn’t foster another being.”
“She will require obedience training, yes, but e
ven though the aliens are young in Pra’kirian years, I believe they are full-grown adults—intelligent and capable of giving back to society, if we can find the right placement for them. Your brother’s military police background and yours as a judge should make training her a simple matter—it’s one of the reasons I’m considering your household. And once she’s trained, you would have a servant for life. You might consider it an upfront investment. ”
Jakk pushed on his right temple. “Is it even safe? To have one near children?”
Rowth searched for something on his communication pad and handed it to Jakk. “This is the file of the human I suggest you foster—Mirella Janison. She’s a mechanical engineer who has shown protective behavior over the other humans. I believe the same instincts would translate to children of another species.”
He stared at the photo. “Oh.”
“Yes.” Rowth’s tone was generally dry, but even more so now, probably because the cold bastard guessed exactly what he was thinking.
The human was stunning. Small, yes—but fully developed. She had long, silky blonde hair—a color that had become increasingly rare with the homogenization on Pra’kir. Her large, wide-set eyes were sea green and, coupled with her bow-shaped mouth, gave her heart-stopping beauty. If she were Pra’kirian, she’d be guaranteed a career as a high-paid model or newscaster.
His heart thudded a little harder. Was Rowth suggesting her for them because Jakk had no chance of ever finding a mate with his mismatched eyes? While his superior was not the warm and fuzzy type, he could be thoughtful. Or pragmatic. Perhaps it suited Rowth to have this female situated with him.
He forced his gaze away from the enchanting photo of the female and back to Rowth. “So you’re suggesting we train her as our nanny? And keep her...indefinitely?”
Yes, Rowth’s shrewd gaze said he knew exactly what Jakk wanted to do with the little human. “That’s correct. Unless the placement doesn’t suit you, in which case, the Council would find another placement for her.”
“I’d have to speak to Gav’n. Although”—he glanced back at the likeness—“I can’t see he’d object, once he sees her. Will you send me this file?”
“Yes.” A tiny curve quirked Rowth’s lips. “Let me know as soon as possible, and I will present the suggested placement to the Council of Nine,” he said, referring to the true governing body of their planet. Rowth stood from his perch on the desk. “I’ll expect you tomorrow.”
“Yes, Your Honor.” He left the government building and jumped in his shuttle before calling Gav’n up on the screen. “I’m heading home, now.”
“Did he give you a hard time?”
“The general magistrate? No. Actually, he suggested a solution. He’d like to put our names in for consideration to foster one of the aliens who crashed their ship onto the freeway. He seems to believe she should repay her debt to our family by taking Analie’s place as a permanent nanny to the kids.”
Gav’n’s lip curled. “What do you think about that idea?”
His cock thickened imagining what it would mean to, essentially, own a female—a gorgeous female, no less, who would have no choice but to live with an undesirable male. To have one living in their house, obedient to their commands, subservient to their rules, subject to their punishments…. The idea inflamed him.
While he wasn’t entirely inexperienced with women, the only sexual encounters he’d had were threesomes with his brother. With his genetic deformity, he couldn’t attract any female on his own, so Gav’n brought them in and shared. It worked for casual sex, but no female would stay with them—scratch that—with him, permanently. And he had a feeling Gav’n was reluctant to take a permanent mate when Jakk couldn’t.
“Well, she’d require obedience training. But look.” With one hand maneuvering the shuttle along the track, he used the other to forward the file Rowth had sent. A beep from Gav’n’s communicator confirmed he’d received it.
“Whoa.”
“I know.”
“They didn’t look so pretty on the clip of their crash the news keeps playing. Is that really her? I say hell, yes. I’ll bring the little female to heel with a firm hand and a lot of love.”
“I’ll tell the general magistrate.” He zipped into the back alley behind their sister’s townhouse and parked. “I’m home now. Hopefully the girls haven’t set fire to their bedroom by now.”
“Good luck.”
He disconnected the video feed and parked in the allotted space for his shuttle.
Now, to deal with his young nieces. One rebellious human female had to be a walk on the beach compared to them.
Chapter Two
Mira paced in the confines of her prison quarters. She, Blythe, Sarai and Lily had been placed in separate cells since their sentencing and other than the photo the magistrate had flashed them, she had yet to see their fifth shipmate, Brinley, who’d required serious medical care following their crash on Pra’kir.
Apparently, after their fuel cell exploded off the beach of Endermere, they’d been tried for the murder of the citizens killed by their ship. They hadn’t been invited to their trial, but the result was they’d be fostered out to Pra’kirian families rather than being put to death.
So, yeah. The guards thought they ought to be kissing feet in gratitude, but she’d withhold any celebrations for when she saw how this all panned out. All she knew was any return to Earth would be technologically impossible, so her fate lay with the Pra’kirians.
A door clanged open down the hall. “Judge Ereen and Police Commissioner Ereen, coming through!” Every important person was announced this way when they entered. Heavy footsteps of more than one being drew closer. Two enormous males stopped at her cell, accompanied by the asshole guard. The men looked alike—they must be twins, although one had mismatched eyes—one green, one brown. He stood slightly taller and had close-cropped brown hair, while the other had brown eyes slightly shaggier hair of the same color. Both were over seven feet tall, with broad shoulders and muscular definition that showed through their clothing.
The brown-eyed man casually leaned against the bars and grinned at her. Not a leer—a genuine smile, though a bit roguish. The first friendly face she’d seen on Pra’kir since they arrived. “Hey, little alien.”
Her pulse sped up. He was also the best-looking male she’d seen, on Earth or Pra’kir. And his brother wasn’t hard on the eyes, either.
She didn’t answer, waiting to see what they wanted.
He turned to the guard. “Does she talk? Does her translator work?” The doctors had injected her with some sort of serum enabling her to speak and understand their language.
The guard ran his stick along the bars, making a clanging loud enough to split her head. “Oh, she talks, but sometimes it takes the proper persuasion.”
The slightly taller, more serious brother frowned. “I hope, for your sake, she’s been well treated.”
Surprise flitted over the guard’s face, as if he hadn’t expected rebuke. “Of course she has.”
Lying fuck.
“Has he mistreated you?” the friendly brother asked.
She narrowed her eyes at the guard but still didn’t think it wise to answer.
The taller man, who had a forbidding manner, tapped the lock. “Open it.”
The guard unfastened the lock and swung the door wide to allow both men to enter. If they had been human, she would have placed them in their mid-thirties. They held themselves with confidence—although in totally different ways. The taller one had a stiff, formal manner, while the other exhibited a casual, devil-may-care grace.
Mismatched Eyes cleared his throat. “Mirella? I’m Jakk. This is my brother Gav’n. We’re your new guardians. We’re responsible for conditioning you to fit in with Pra’kirian society.”
“Mira.”
Jakk raised his brows. He didn’t appear mean, but he certainly had “stern” down to a T.
“I go by Mira, for short.”
Gav’n stepped
closer, sauntering around her. She turned so she wouldn’t have her back to him, but he put a large hand on her shoulder to hold her still then picked up her wrists, bound with anesthetic child restraints borrowed from the local hospital because her wrists were too small for their handcuffs. Essentially, zipties. His fingers were warm, touch gentle.
“These are too tight on her.” Did he actually sound angry?
“Believe me, Commissioner, you don’t want to take those off her,” the guard spoke up. “She may be small and female, but she fights like a wild animal. All the aliens do.”
“I’ll take my chances,” Gav’n said mildly. He withdrew a small penknife from his pocket and cut off the zip ties.
She sucked in her breath as blood rushed back into her arms, sending pinpricks of pain to her hands. The large male turned her to face him then rubbed the deep red indentations on her wrists. Her eyes found his in shock. She stood frozen, trapped in his intense chocolate-brown gaze while her insides fluttered and dropped.
“Female,” he muttered, sounding awed, “You are even more beautiful than I expected.”
She tried to pull her wrists away from him, more out of surprise at his words than fear or offense. Beautiful wasn’t a word she’d choose to describe herself. Her older sisters were beautiful, and perfect in every other way. She’d always been the plain tomboy who couldn’t get anything right.
The hulking male held her fast, continuing with the firm stroking of his thumbs over her pulses. “Easy, little alien. You’re safe now. We’re taking you home with us.”
She noticed the urge to snort came and left without moving her to actual sound. Oddly, she did find the men—were they called men here?—comforting.
Gav’n twisted her wrists behind her back again and held them loosely caged in his larger hand. “Let’s go, pretty girl.” He propelled her forward, out of the cell and past his brother, whose intense gaze confused her. It was so different from the curiosity, fear, or animosity they’d received from most of the other Pra’kirians they’d seen since they arrived. Like the general magistrate, this man wasn’t afraid, but his expression wasn’t one of cool indifference, either. It was more...proprietary. And she sensed an excitement behind it, which ought to make her nervous, but instead had her...intrigued.
