Abducted: Alien Mate Index Book 1: (Alien Warrior BBW Science Fiction Paranormal Romance) (The Alien Mate Index) by Evangeline Anderson Page B
Authors: Evangeline Anderson
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immediately, I’m afraid,” Al said apologetically. “One of the panels is fatally flawed and must be replaced. The repairs you made will only hold for a little while—long enough to get us to the nearest spaceport—Gallana—which orbits Proxima Centauri.”
Sarden groaned. “Not Gallana! It’s run by the Gods’ damned Ma jor ans.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have better news, Master.” Al sounded genuinely sorry, too. “I know that speed is of the essence. But once the panel is replaced we should be able to use the Hyperdrive to make up time and still get to Giedi Prime at the appointed hour.”
“We’ll be cutting it awfully Gods’ damned close though,” Sarden growled. “But I guess if that’s our only option, you’d better set a course to Gallana.”
“At once, Master.” Al glided away again.
“What’s wrong with going to, uh, Gallana?” I asked, thinking it sounded like a super-expensive and ritzy shopping mall.
“Besides the delay? The fucking Ma jor ans. They have…strange ideas about their females.”
“What kinds of ideas?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Never mind. The point is, whenever you visit a Ma jor an base, you have to follow their rules. Of the twelve overlord races—the Twelve Peoples, we call them—that the Ancient Ones left behind, the Ma jor ans are in ascendancy right now. So their empress rules our galaxy.”
“Huh?” I stared at him, my chocolate-éclair cheeseburger completely forgotten now. “Our galaxy has an empress?”
“Of course. Who do you think rules us all? Her throne is located on Femme One, on the edge of the super-massive black hole in the center of the galaxy.”
“Okay, wow. That’s a lot to take in,” I murmured.
“You’d know all this if you hadn’t been locked away by the Ancient Ones,” he remarked.
“But we’ve been searching for extraterrestrial life for years,” I protested. “We’ve been sending out signals and scanning the stars… How is it we never came across anything at all?”
He snorted. “With the primitive instruments you have? You couldn’t find a black kalk in the white sands of Quendor with Earthling tech.”
“Hey, that tech got us to our moon and back—more than once,” I said stiffly.
He snorted again. “Oh yes—the journey of a single light-second. A mighty achievement.”
“It was for us,” I pointed out. “Everyone has to start somewhere.”
“That’s the point—you’re just starting out. Which means you’re far, far behind even the more primitive peoples of the universe. Besides,” he added more kindly. “Your planet is located in an out-of-the-way arm of the galaxy. It’s not like you’re close to any of the major space hubs. You’re just a forgotten little world the Ancient Ones put off limits.” His face grew dark. “And if you’re lucky, you’ll stay that way. Although I doubt it now that the Commercians have sunk their blue claws into you.”
I thought of other girls just like me being sucked through their mirrors or toasters or spoons or any shiny, reflective surface in their house and winding up on Bambi’s ship, just as I had. Not just one or two—hundreds, thousands, millions maybe, depending on how popular Earth brides turned out to be with alien men. If the Alien Mate Index really took off, we could be looking at the end of the human race.
The thought made me sick and a cold finger of dread skittered down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered.
Sarden frowned. “Are you chilly? Char’noth said you came from a very warm region of your planet. I’m…sorry I didn’t give you more protective clothing. Although you do look tempting in just my shirt.”
His golden eyes roamed over me, making me shiver for a different reason. For some reason while we’d been using the food-prep machine, I’d managed to forget how very huge and imposing and shirtless he was. Now, as he took a step closer, I was faced with the broad planes of his muscular chest
Sarden groaned. “Not Gallana! It’s run by the Gods’ damned Ma jor ans.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have better news, Master.” Al sounded genuinely sorry, too. “I know that speed is of the essence. But once the panel is replaced we should be able to use the Hyperdrive to make up time and still get to Giedi Prime at the appointed hour.”
“We’ll be cutting it awfully Gods’ damned close though,” Sarden growled. “But I guess if that’s our only option, you’d better set a course to Gallana.”
“At once, Master.” Al glided away again.
“What’s wrong with going to, uh, Gallana?” I asked, thinking it sounded like a super-expensive and ritzy shopping mall.
“Besides the delay? The fucking Ma jor ans. They have…strange ideas about their females.”
“What kinds of ideas?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Never mind. The point is, whenever you visit a Ma jor an base, you have to follow their rules. Of the twelve overlord races—the Twelve Peoples, we call them—that the Ancient Ones left behind, the Ma jor ans are in ascendancy right now. So their empress rules our galaxy.”
“Huh?” I stared at him, my chocolate-éclair cheeseburger completely forgotten now. “Our galaxy has an empress?”
“Of course. Who do you think rules us all? Her throne is located on Femme One, on the edge of the super-massive black hole in the center of the galaxy.”
“Okay, wow. That’s a lot to take in,” I murmured.
“You’d know all this if you hadn’t been locked away by the Ancient Ones,” he remarked.
“But we’ve been searching for extraterrestrial life for years,” I protested. “We’ve been sending out signals and scanning the stars… How is it we never came across anything at all?”
He snorted. “With the primitive instruments you have? You couldn’t find a black kalk in the white sands of Quendor with Earthling tech.”
“Hey, that tech got us to our moon and back—more than once,” I said stiffly.
He snorted again. “Oh yes—the journey of a single light-second. A mighty achievement.”
“It was for us,” I pointed out. “Everyone has to start somewhere.”
“That’s the point—you’re just starting out. Which means you’re far, far behind even the more primitive peoples of the universe. Besides,” he added more kindly. “Your planet is located in an out-of-the-way arm of the galaxy. It’s not like you’re close to any of the major space hubs. You’re just a forgotten little world the Ancient Ones put off limits.” His face grew dark. “And if you’re lucky, you’ll stay that way. Although I doubt it now that the Commercians have sunk their blue claws into you.”
I thought of other girls just like me being sucked through their mirrors or toasters or spoons or any shiny, reflective surface in their house and winding up on Bambi’s ship, just as I had. Not just one or two—hundreds, thousands, millions maybe, depending on how popular Earth brides turned out to be with alien men. If the Alien Mate Index really took off, we could be looking at the end of the human race.
The thought made me sick and a cold finger of dread skittered down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered.
Sarden frowned. “Are you chilly? Char’noth said you came from a very warm region of your planet. I’m…sorry I didn’t give you more protective clothing. Although you do look tempting in just my shirt.”
His golden eyes roamed over me, making me shiver for a different reason. For some reason while we’d been using the food-prep machine, I’d managed to forget how very huge and imposing and shirtless he was. Now, as he took a step closer, I was faced with the broad planes of his muscular chest
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