The Alien King's Baby: Sci-fi Alien Romance (Men of Omaron)

by Shea Malloy

  THE ALIEN KING'S BABY

  SHEA MALLOY

  Copyright © 2016, Shea Malloy

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  This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author’s imagination.

  Contents

  About

  1. Megan

  2. Mikaal

  3. Megan

  4. Mikaal

  5. Megan

  6. Megan

  7. Mikaal

  8. Megan

  9. Mikaal

  10. Megan

  11. Epilogue

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  About

  “I want you,” he groaned against her lips.

  He's tall, arrogant and sexy. He's an alien king who saved her life one moment then abducted her the next.

  Oh, yeah, and she's pregnant with his baby.

  Wait. What?

  A receptionist at a straw supply company, Megan Landay is content with her ordinary life. Sure she still harbours some resentment toward her asshole ex, but that's normal. What's not normal is the sudden appearance of the skilled alien warrior, Mikaal Ahrisi. Even worse is his arrogant demand she stay on his planet long enough to give birth to his child.

  The petite human female isn't Mikaal’s ideal choice as a mother to his offspring, but he no longer has a choice in the matter. Feisty and stubborn beyond reason, she's not like any of the women on his planet. Her presence in his life should be temporary, but as time passes he becomes uncertain if he should ever let her go.

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  1

  Megan

  I need to get out of here.

  Megan got to her feet and moved away from the table. The sound of chatter and laughter receded as she left the hotel’s dining room. Outside, the coolness of the air refreshed her. Breathing a sigh of relief, she leaned against the wall and stared up at the dark expanse of the night sky. She slowly counted the tiny bright spots dotting the sky and she remembered an old saying that said counting stars was bad luck. Megan didn’t hold much weight for superstitious beliefs.

  She looked away from the sky to gaze across the land the hotel sat on. Though she’d regretted opting in on coming to the work retreat at first, she was glad she did now that she was here. Despite the ridiculous ‘team-building’ and ‘problem-solving’ exercises she was forced to endure with her coworkers, it was nice to spend two days in a decent hotel in the midst of nature. In the day time, mountains and valleys could be seen, with various areas that held equipment for the exercises required on this retreat. At night everything was shrouded, visible only in silhouettes because of the lighted areas of the hotel.

  It felt good to be outside and away from everyone else. As the newest employee at Klauber’s Straw Supplies, she hardly knew anyone. She’d thought it was a good idea to attend the retreat and get to know more of her coworkers, but most of them hung around with their friends and ignored her. Thankfully, being an outcast wasn’t new to Megan. She always found a way to keep herself company.

  Deciding to take a walk, Megan shoved off the wall and made her way down onto the grassy area. When her heels sunk into the soft earth, she removed her shoes and kept going barefooted. As she walked, her thoughts moved to the last good memory she had of her ex, Peter. Before she’d learnt what a lying, cheating bastard he was, he’d taken her to a retreat similar to this one. Something about the nature surrounding them had put an extra oomph into their flagging relationship. They’d made love more often in that weekend getaway than they did the final year of their relationship.

  Darker memories of the moments after discovering Peter’s unfaithfulness and the hurtful things he said followed, but the ringing of her mobile phone saved her from going down that old path again. She’d ended her relationship with Peter over a year ago. She’d already moved on. Sometimes, she wished her memories did too.

  “Hey,” she answered after looking at the phone’s screen. “I haven’t heard from you in a while.”

  “You know how it is,” her sister, Jillian, said with a smile in her voice. “No rest for the wicked.”

  Megan laughed. “Work’s that busy, huh?”

  “Actually, it’s about to get a little lighter. I’ve got a new client and she’s super rich. Pretty demanding too. I’ll have to drop a few of my other clients to accommodate her…”

  The rest of Jillian’s words turned to background noise when a high-pitched whistling sound filled the air. When Megan looked up to the sky in the direction of the noise, her eyes widened with shocked horror as something large and bright hurtled toward Earth. Hurtled toward her.

  Move, screamed a voice in her head but her legs refused to work. There she stood, slack-jawed, barefooted on the grass, her mobile phone pressed to her ear as a part of her brain foolishly tried to distinguish if the massive thing careening toward her was a plane.

  “Megan! Megan! What’s that sound?” her sister’s voice broke through the thick haze of shock immobilizing her. With a scream, Megan regained motor function as she tried to run as fast as she could in her tight pencil skirt.

  KA-BOOM! The aircraft hit the ground and the force of its impact shook the ground violently beneath Megan’s feet. She screamed again when her body was launched forward as if she’d jumped mid-run and her body hit the ground hard. Her mobile phone flung to parts unknown from her hand and thick chunks of earth, glass, and metal sprayed everywhere. Distantly, she could hear the others within the hotel screaming too.

  Megan groaned, crying out when a searing pain raced up the arm she’d fallen on. Her heart slammed in her chest as though it fought to escape her body and her breathing was coming too fast. A wave of heat spread her way and when Megan rolled onto her back, she was horrified to see fire surrounding a huge black aircraft embedded deep into the earth.

  She had to leave now. Anyone with a lick of common sense knew that a fire plus a vehicle of any kind equalled a deadly explosion. Struggling to sit up, Megan whimpered against the intense pain in her arm. Something was definitely broken but she couldn’t pay attention to that now. Better to have a broken arm than be dead. Pain or not, she had to get out of there as soon as possible.

  As she twisted her body so she could get to her knees, Megan gasped when she looked up and saw another aircraft speeding toward Earth. Her heart felt ready to explode and with adrenaline flooding her, Megan found the strength to get to her feet. The other aircraft landed avoiding a crash like the first. It shook the ground once more and Megan stumbled but stayed on her feet. She turned, ready to dash when her body was hauled backward. She cried out, twisting to discover a freakish sight.

  A creature with green-yellow skin, sunken cheeks, and completely black eyes. It grinned at her, the action disturbing as it revealed its rows of jagged, darkened teeth. It pushed her to the ground and Megan screamed as the terrifying creature climbed on top of her. She tried to fight despite the pain in her arm but the creature’s strength outmatched her own. It shoved her shirt up, revealing her naked torso and before Megan could stop it, the creature pressed a luminescent white ball against her stomach.

  “No!” cried Megan, twisting away but it was too late. Her body shook as it absorbed whatever substance the creature had pressed to her skin.
A bright burst of warmth spread throughout her body from where the ball had entered. Her heart raced, her skin grew damp with sweat. Time seemed to slow down, sounds began to grow distant, and her vision became blurry. Her breathing slowed. A fiery blast pressed into the green-skinned creature’s bony chest, blowing it off of her.

  A man with violet eyes came to her. His hand pressed against her stomach where the substance had filled her. Strangely, it felt right for him to touch her there in such an intimate place.

  She tried to speak, but the rest of her thoughts lost coherency. Finally, she was claimed by complete darkness.

  2

  Mikaal

  The more the medic spoke, the deeper Mikaal’s scowl became. He clenched his fist as anger and frustration formed into something dark and unpleasant in his chest. He did not engage in unnecessary violence but his entire body ached to hit something with enough force to destroy it.

  “Therefore, my Klar,” continued the medic, “due to the complication of this uncommon mixing of species, attempting separation between the two will be unwise. Both of them may die.”

  Mikaal folded his arms and glared at the human female lying unconscious in the medic’s examination pod. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell the medic he didn’t care whether the human lived or not, but the words died away. His eyes roved over the puny being through the transparent glass, assessing her. Her head was topped with wild brown curls, her fair skin, tinted with a soft blue from the inner lights of the examination pod, devoid of the markings common to his people. Before she’d succumbed to sleep, he’d seen the colour of her eyes. A startling blue, quite unlike the violet hue he was accustomed to. His gaze lingered on her exposed midsection just below the strange, cloth contraption that covered her breasts.

  The mother of his unborn child.

  The weight of this realization hit him harder than the anger when he’d learnt his essence was stolen. On his coronation day when he’d assumed the mantle of King of Omaron, he’d felt bewildered by the title and the responsibility it carried. Over a decade later, he’d grown into his position. Now a new title loomed above him. Father. Mikaal turned away from the female as too many thoughts crowded his head.

  “Thank you, Zezvar,” he said after a deep exhale. He moved to take a seat nearby but he paused when the medic cleared his throat nervously. “What is it?”

  “My Klar, with respect, it is not necessary for you to stay. There is nothing more of significance to occur until the human wakes. And even that may take some time.”

  Mikaal bristled at Zezvar’s words. Though he knew the Lutvian medic was right, leaving the human alone without any protection bothered him. The thief who’d stolen his essence hadn’t worked alone, he was certain of that. Where the thief had failed, no doubt another menace would come by to finish the job. Perhaps eliminate the human once they discovered that his essence was now permanently fused with her body.

  He would never let that happen. He had other matters to attend to but he would assign guards outside until the human was awake. Then he would be the only one guarding her.

  Mikaal gave Zezvar a curt nod. “Alert me immediately when the human wakes.”

  “Certainly, my Klar,” said Zezvar as he pressed a spotted, red palm to his right breast and bowed his head.

  Mikaal left and headed toward his office. He still had other duties to attend to regardless of the recent dilemma. He needed to order an investigation into how the sealed and guarded vaults were breached and stolen from, as well as make plans to handle the latest rebel uprising in his home province, Davalar. But when Mikaal sat in his chair, he found he lacked concentration. Turning to gaze out his window at the beautiful stretch of land, all he could think about was what Zezvar had told him and the far-reaching consequences of this latest development.

  The babe in the human’s body would not be of true Omaron heritage. In time, the babe would mature and assume the mantle of ruler of this planet. How would the people react if they learnt of its human bloodline? Mikaal leaned his head back against his seat and released a sigh. This was not good. He’d publicly reneged on a marriage promise, he was taking too long to subdue the rebels, and now this. Soon, the council would hear about this fiasco, and that odious Varrack, who so desperately wanted to be named klar, would have one more point of proof to sway the council to his favour.

  So caught up in his thoughts, Mikaal did not hear when someone entered the room.

  “Self-pity is unattractive, brother.”

  Mikaal turned in his chair to look at his half-sister, Suri. Today, she was wearing a bright orange replica of the female royal dress. Mikaal grimaced at the colour, vaguely wondering why his sister’s tastes so often veered toward the garish.

  “I see you’ve heard the news,” he said tiredly. “There are no secrets in this damn palace.”

  “Not where that gossip whore, Zezvar, is concerned.” Suri came forward, her long, black hair and dress swishing about her body as she moved. She took a seat before him then summoned his hidden bottle of honeyed wine and two drinking cups. Mikaal glared at her as the bottle poured the wine into the cups and she smiled at him. “Oh, behave. Everyone knows how much you love this wine. It wasn’t hard to guess you had one hidden away.”

  She handed him a cup and Mikaal accepted it grudgingly. He took a deep gulp, enjoying the smoothness of the wine down his throat. She watched him and Mikaal grew uncomfortable beneath her persistent gaze. Though mind-reading was possible among his species—the Dava people—it took years of training to perfect the skill. Yet there were times when Mikaal wondered if Suri was naturally born with the talent.

  “Mother says you should have the human killed. Then you can contribute new essence to the vaults,” said Suri finally. “She said that the human’s blood will tarnish the family’s bloodline.”

  Mikaal opened his mouth to retort, but Suri continued. “She also said that it was foolish to have chased after the thief. You could have been killed and Omaron would have been left without a ruler.”

  “Varrack would have assumed the role with glee the instant the life left my body.”

  Suri grimaced and remained silent for a moment. Then, in a quiet voice, “I, too, think your actions were foolish, but they were also brave.” Her gaze held his intently. “Are you going to kill the human, Mikaal?”

  “No, sister, I will not. She may be of a lesser species but her life still has value.”

  A look of interest formed on Suri’s face. “So you will let her live and bear you a half-breed?”

  “Bear my child.”

  “And the human has agreed to this?”

  “She has no say in the matter.”

  Suri stared at him for a moment before her face lit up with amused realization. “She is not aware as yet. She does not know her body houses the royal seed of the Klar of Omaron.”

  Mikaal fidgeted in his seat. “No. She has been asleep since her journey from Earth. She will be notified when she has awakened—”

  The notification light on the black, rectangular strip on his desk that housed his entire communication system gleamed a bright red, the slim strip vibrating gently. An incoming call. When Mikaal answered it, a crisp hologram of Zezvar in his lab materialized into view. His brown eyes wide and shiny with excitement in his red and spotted face as he said,

  “My Klar, the human is awake.”

  3

  Megan

  Everything hurt.

  Her head hurt. Her arms hurt. Her legs hurt. Her back hurt. Even her ass hurt. There was a dull pain in the bones of her butt-cheeks. Like if she’d taken a hard fall and landed on her bottom. She heard footsteps coming closer but she was afraid to open her eyes for some reason. Some kind of residual terror squeezed around her heart and she began to search her memories for the source of the fear.

  It was as if her brain was already waiting for her. Loads of images flooded her head, squeezing forward like a crowd of people through a narrow passageway. Hotel, Jillian, sky, plane, CRASH! Fire. O
h god, the fire. Then that … thing. The green monster climbing on top of her, its black eyes and jagged teeth a horrifying vision to behold.

  Megan’s eyes opened as her body shook. She raised her hands to fight off the imaginary green-yellow monster and cried out when pain ran along her left arm. Strong hands kept hers still and Megan looked up into the face of a man with black hair and striking violet eyes. Seeing him immediately calmed her as she remembered her last memory of him. He had saved her from the monster. He had come to her after the green creature had implanted something inside of her.

  The man broke their gaze to address someone just behind him in a strange language. When Megan peered around him, she recoiled in shock at the sight. Another creature with red skin covered in darker red dots. Short tusks protruded just beneath its elongated ears, and the top of its head had two deep grooves starting from its temples to curve behind its head. More unusual: it was dressed! It wore a long white coat reminiscent of a doctor’s lab coat and it held a translucent device that looked like a tablet in its three-fingered hand.

  “What the hell is that?” fired out of her mouth before she could stop the words. Out of all the other far more important questions still rotating in her head, she couldn’t believe that was the first one her brain had chosen. Her distress climbed to higher proportions when a robotic voice speaking in a different language sounded around the room like a PA system.

  “She is in distress,” said the creature in words she understood. Megan recoiled a bit more as it drew closer. “You have nothing to fear, human. I am Zezvar. I am the medic of this palace. I will not harm you.”

  “Palace?” Megan’s gaze roved around the sterile room. The place looked nothing like a palace. It looked like a doctor’s examination room only with more high-tech equipment and various jars with disturbing contents. Her gaze fell on a beautiful woman with dark hair that fell past her hips. She was dressed in a bright orange sari covered in pretty flourishes. Her hands were folded beneath her chest as she leaned against a nearby wall watching her. Her eyes were an exotic violet just like that of the man who’d saved her.