Alien Romance: Caught By The Alien: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance Standalone (Alien Invasion Romance) (Heavenly Claimed Book 3) by Bertina Mars Page B
Authors: Bertina Mars
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girl had finished doing up her hair and now started applying some pretty gaudy looking make-up to Maya’s face. Maya suffered the attention and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
Though she had never been confident about her looks, she had an attractive rounded face, with sparkling blue eyes, sharp and piercing, a small dainty nose and Classic style lips.
Dad said she looked like a little cherub when she was a child and that had been her nickname for her growing up. She’d loved being called that when she was younger, but once she hit her teens she hated it. Now that dad was dead she’d give anything to hear him call her his cherub again.
A deep, emotional pain welled up inside her and tears threatened to spring in her eyes.
Not now! She told herself sternly, I have to keep it together. That’s what dad would expect.
Thinking of him strengthened her resolve and she steeled her heart. Whatever happened now, she was determined to be ready for it and she would do everything in her power to get her and the other women back to Earth whatever the cost.
Chapter 2: The Brooding Defender
“And this, my most glorious Prince Consort, is the cloak for the outfit. It has been weaved from the finest silk of the spider-bats of the Inner Basin. Its golden texture shimmers so majestically in the light, sire. You will be the envy of the Blood God Himself,” the tailor gushed as he fixed the cloak to the garish, brightly coloured outfit that he had created for the Prince Consort.
Preening himself in the full length mirror, Ghamak Yu Shaj, Prince Consort and absolute monarch of Raja-kell pawed at the cloak with gleeful avarice. “Yes,” he cooed, “I look positively fantastic! Don’t you agree, Vron?”
Standing near the doorway of the chamber, his mind soporific with tedium, Vron looked up sharply. His tanned, handsome face creased with a severe frown as he took in the clownish outfit the Prince Consort was wearing.
“It is . . . interesting,” he said in a neutral voice.
The Prince Consort let out a shrill laugh, startling the bare breasted servant girl who was pouring him a goblet of wine. She was new to the harem and not yet used to the master’s strange little ways. She jumped at the sudden braying noise and knocked the goblet onto the cyber-jaguar rug that adorned the red marble floor.
“Clumsy sow!” the Prince Consort yelled. “Look at the mess you have made to my beautiful rug!” Without hesitation, he advanced on the petrified girl and smacked her hard across the face, making her stagger.
The sculpted muscles of Vron’s honed body tightened, and his first instinct was to rush to the helpless girl’s aid. He knew that would only make things worse, so he stayed where he was.
Fortunately, the Prince Consort was so puny, he didn’t do the girl any serious harm. Nevertheless, the poor wretch cowered in terror.
“Useless bitch! I’ll have you sacrificed to the Blood God!” the Prince Consort threatened, his pockmarked dark with rage.
“She would make a poor offering, sire,” Vron spoke up, keeping his tone casual. “Besides, you will soon have plenty of earthlings to add to the harem who will be far more graceful that this dull wench. Show your divine mercy by having her reassigned to the kitchens. She will never offend your sight again, I swear.”
The Prince Consort glared at the girl and then gave Vron an unreadable look. A few moments later, a wide, yellow-toothed grin split his face.
“My loyal Chief of Security,” the Prince Consort purred. “My most trusted adviser and dearest friend. Where would I be without you by my side?”
Disembowelled and with your head on a stake , Vron thought viciously, and you’d deserve it too. Rancid pig!
Vron kept his face impassive
Though she had never been confident about her looks, she had an attractive rounded face, with sparkling blue eyes, sharp and piercing, a small dainty nose and Classic style lips.
Dad said she looked like a little cherub when she was a child and that had been her nickname for her growing up. She’d loved being called that when she was younger, but once she hit her teens she hated it. Now that dad was dead she’d give anything to hear him call her his cherub again.
A deep, emotional pain welled up inside her and tears threatened to spring in her eyes.
Not now! She told herself sternly, I have to keep it together. That’s what dad would expect.
Thinking of him strengthened her resolve and she steeled her heart. Whatever happened now, she was determined to be ready for it and she would do everything in her power to get her and the other women back to Earth whatever the cost.
Chapter 2: The Brooding Defender
“And this, my most glorious Prince Consort, is the cloak for the outfit. It has been weaved from the finest silk of the spider-bats of the Inner Basin. Its golden texture shimmers so majestically in the light, sire. You will be the envy of the Blood God Himself,” the tailor gushed as he fixed the cloak to the garish, brightly coloured outfit that he had created for the Prince Consort.
Preening himself in the full length mirror, Ghamak Yu Shaj, Prince Consort and absolute monarch of Raja-kell pawed at the cloak with gleeful avarice. “Yes,” he cooed, “I look positively fantastic! Don’t you agree, Vron?”
Standing near the doorway of the chamber, his mind soporific with tedium, Vron looked up sharply. His tanned, handsome face creased with a severe frown as he took in the clownish outfit the Prince Consort was wearing.
“It is . . . interesting,” he said in a neutral voice.
The Prince Consort let out a shrill laugh, startling the bare breasted servant girl who was pouring him a goblet of wine. She was new to the harem and not yet used to the master’s strange little ways. She jumped at the sudden braying noise and knocked the goblet onto the cyber-jaguar rug that adorned the red marble floor.
“Clumsy sow!” the Prince Consort yelled. “Look at the mess you have made to my beautiful rug!” Without hesitation, he advanced on the petrified girl and smacked her hard across the face, making her stagger.
The sculpted muscles of Vron’s honed body tightened, and his first instinct was to rush to the helpless girl’s aid. He knew that would only make things worse, so he stayed where he was.
Fortunately, the Prince Consort was so puny, he didn’t do the girl any serious harm. Nevertheless, the poor wretch cowered in terror.
“Useless bitch! I’ll have you sacrificed to the Blood God!” the Prince Consort threatened, his pockmarked dark with rage.
“She would make a poor offering, sire,” Vron spoke up, keeping his tone casual. “Besides, you will soon have plenty of earthlings to add to the harem who will be far more graceful that this dull wench. Show your divine mercy by having her reassigned to the kitchens. She will never offend your sight again, I swear.”
The Prince Consort glared at the girl and then gave Vron an unreadable look. A few moments later, a wide, yellow-toothed grin split his face.
“My loyal Chief of Security,” the Prince Consort purred. “My most trusted adviser and dearest friend. Where would I be without you by my side?”
Disembowelled and with your head on a stake , Vron thought viciously, and you’d deserve it too. Rancid pig!
Vron kept his face impassive
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