Abducted to Love: The Intergalactic Prince Series (SciFi Alien Romance) (2 page)

'Maybe he thought he killed her and stumbled off and his drugs got the better of him and he passed out' she thought.

She tried to sit up slowly and her head reeled in protest. She groaned and laid back down.

"Give me your hand" a gruff voice demanded from somewhere above her.

Andrea looked up and saw a huge man, probably nearing seven feet tall, standing over her. His eyes hidden behind wraparound black sunglasses even though it was dark, his hand stretched out to her in offering.

'Angel?' She questioned in an odd haze looking for a pair of massive wings or a halo or some other tell-tale angel garb.

"Thank you" Andrea said taking his hand. He practically lifted her from the ground with no effort whatsoever and poised her on her feet.

When he let go she seemed unsteady and her stance wavered. Tristan decided hanging on to her was going to be her best bet for staying in an vertical position. He really didn't need her to have another head injury while he tried to get them out of her.

Once she was on her feet their height difference was even more apparent. She came up to just under his chest. His big, broad chest with the tight black t-shirt stretched over it looking like if he moved the shirt would lose the battle with his biceps and tear into shreds.

"Come with me" The man said with a hurried tone. He needed to get her out of here before they showed up. If he didn't get her back to the ship they would both be dead.

"I, um, no. Really. Thanks a bunch for your help but I really need to get home..." She had no idea what time it was but she knew going from one strange man in the parking lot to another wasn't what she needed to do.

Add in the fact that this guy was bigger than any person she had ever seen in her life and she was ready to get the hell away from him in a hurry. He pops up out of nowhere, chucks the fiend attacking her a good 20 feet over a median and then demands she go with him? Andrea didn't know how this guy spelled way but there was no F'in way she was going to go anywhere but home.

"I'll take care of you. Come with me. You're bleeding" he pointed to her face and urged her along.

Andrea lifted her fingers to her face and felt the stream of blood coming from her nose. She wasn't sure if she had passed out or what but it was partially congealed.

"Honestly, I'm alright" she said but she was feeling woozy, her head felt fuzzy and heavy and she was dead tired on her feet. She just needed to get home and go to bed and pop a couple Advil before she passed out.

"Don't argue" the man said and picked her up cradling her in his arms like she was a child and carrying her.

"Hey! Put me down!" She tried to yell and beat on his chest but all of her energy was zapped and she found herself calming as he held her. Maybe she was going to be alright after all. She had a feeling he wasn't going to do anything to hurt her but why that feeling existed she couldn't explain.

She hadn't seen any other cars in the area so she couldn't imagine where he could be taking her to. The parking lot inspection before closing must have been more of a crock- job than she originally thought.

Even though she was a curvy girl, thicker than most of her friends, he had no trouble carrying her. His arms held her tightly to his chest to keep her from jostling around as he crossed the asphalt in long strides.

There was still no car in sight.

Andrea was too tired and too weak to care where he took her anymore. Her head nestled into his chest and she drifted off to sleep. The smell of cedar emanated from his being.

Her last thought before the darkness overtook her again was that she didn't hear a heartbeat. She was positioned right over his heart with her ear pressed to him but she heart nothing. His heart should have been racing between the fight, carrying her and the activity of trekking across the asphalt jungle.

Waking up hours later she found herself alone. She had no idea where the man had gone or how long she had been asleep. The room had ambient lighting in a soft blue color. Metal walls reflected the light throughout the room making it seem like it was glowing blue.

She turned her body and let out a gasp when the bed moved with her. Between the body aches and the pain in her head that intensified when she thought she was going to fall it felt like she had a hangover from hell.

"Waterbed" she mumbled with a hollow laugh annoyed with how jumpy she was. Though why wouldn't she be jumpy, she was God knows where with God knows who but The Giant from Jack's Beanstalk.

A voice came out of a speaker behind her head and it sounded so close that the almost fell off the waterbed.

"Awake and alert. Welcome" it said.

Andrea looked around and saw the speaker built into the wall behind the pillows. She laid back down and listened to what the recording had to offer. Maybe it would say the name of the hospital and she could call someone to come get her. She just wanted to go home.

"You have been cleansed and healed. Your body may experience minor aches and pains as a result of your injury. You are recommended to rest and allow the treatment to react within your body. You will be fed when you press the orange button on the wall. Someone will come to assist you shortly. Enjoy your stay" The ultra-feminine voice clicked off of the speaker.

'What the hell kind of hospital is this?' She wondered looking around. She felt like she was underwater, or in some kind of metallic embryonic sac. The walls seemed to move as if the building itself were inhaling and exhaling.

'They must have given me some kind of morphine cocktail or something; this is trippy' she thought and pulled herself into the sitting position on the edge of the bed.

She was wearing some kind of dark sparkling dress. It was definitely not the usual hospital gown with the peek a boo back that she expected to find herself wearing.

Andrea shrugged. As she continued to wake up and test out her body she realized that beyond the scrapes, bruising and sore spot on her jaw where the creep had slugged her she wasn't half bad. At least not in perspective of how the night could have turned out had the giant angel not stepped in and kicked major ass.

In addition to the pain she felt something else was nagging at her body with little gnashing teeth- she was starving. The handful of pretzels before her shift got rushed was long gone and her body was demanding she eat something.

"Orange button" she repeated aloud scanning the room and spotted it on the wall with about a dozen other buttons of varying colors and shapes. She wondered what they all did but decided she wasn't going to be the one to press them and find out... self control.

The orange button pressed easily under her finger and the voice came over the speaker again.

"You have pressed the nourishment button" she was informed "A balanced meal will now be provided to you for your enjoyment".

A door opened in the wall where she had previously seen no seems and a tray came out sporting a carton of milk, a mixed green salad, spaghetti carbonara and baked apples.

Her mouth watered at the sight of it. Who said hospital food was garbage? She took the tray to a small table with two chairs and sat gingerly. With her first sip of milk she groaned. Her throat felt swollen and bruised.

'Gee, I wonder why' she thought with the creep's face popping up before her eyes.

"Wonder where my knight in shining shades ended up" she said after a bite of the hot apples. The heat soothed her throat and the apples went down easily.

"What is your query?" The female over the speaker chimed in.

Apparently she wasn't automated...

"Oh, um... I was just wondering about the man who brought me in" Andrea answered the bodiless voice.

"Tristan Zylor has returned to his chamber. He will return to check on you at 09:00"

"What time is it now?"

"The current time is 08:42 in our present location"

"Present location makes it sound like we're going somewhere" Andrea laughed.

"Estimated take off time is 08:45 with an estimated travel time of 20 days six hours and 10 minutes"

Her heart nearly stopped.

"What?" Surely she hadn't understood what the woman had said. She wasn't going anywhere.

"Repeating.  Estimated take off time is 08:45 with an estimated travel time of 20 days six hours and 10 minutes"

"That can't be right" she said putting her fork down on the tray before she had the chance to drop It.

"I assure you all times are up to date and kept accurate ma'am" the voice responded reassuringly.

Andrea stood up and looked around the room for the door.

There was no door.

How was there no fucking door?

How did she get in here without a door?

She was obviously missing something- not looking right. Maybe her vision was off. She put her hand in front of her face and wiggled her fingers and shrugged when it seemed normal.

"Your heart rate is accelerated and your current blood pressure is 158/102. It is suggested that you recline on your bed and meditate" the woman stated.

"How am I supposed to meditate when I'm trapped?" She yelled at the woman in sheer frustration.

"Trapped, the term infers that one is held against their will, confined, imprisoned" the definitions were starting to boil Andrea's blood.

"I know what the hell it means" Andrea huffed still looking for the door or any other way out of the room.

"A mate is not trapped in her mates home" The woman informed her. "Home is a place of comfort, companionship and happiness"

The sentence almost didn't sink in.

"Mate?" She repeated slowly in disbelief.

"A chosen being selected by another being as a life partner. A person with which to procreate, co-exist, co-habitate and love"

This automated dictionary thing was getting old.

"I understand what the word means. What I don't understand is how it pertains to me or where I am" Andrea snapped.

"You, Andrea Villanova, are Tristan Zylor's mate. You are currently in Buenos Aires, Argentina, Earth"

"Ar...gen....tin....ahhh this is a dream. I get it now!" Andrea laughed.

"Your body is not currently in REM sleep mode, therefore dreaming is not a possibility at this current time. If you wish to enter REM mode you can push the purple button and lay on the bed. REM will be activated 20 minutes after sleep occurs".

Andrea stood blinking. She had apparently lost her marbles. That or she was in some coma dream.

Before her eyes the wall opened and the tall man came in. He was dressed differently, in a red shirt and deep grey trousers that clung to his body. He still had those sunglasses on.

"Nyla disconnect" he said while his gaze took in Andrea's body.

She was a little over five feet, her hair was a light strawberry blonde and it swung down to her ass, her eyes were bright and full of fight. She had curves that rounded and softened all the right places. He knew she was probably highly sought after on her planet. Tristan could see why. As he looked her over he had a rush of arousal take him over.

"Disconnecting, Sir" the voice said and then silence as Tristan's gaze remained unbroken.

Andrea stared at the man. Apparently her lover... er... mate according to the voice, Nyla? She didn’t know what he had told her but she was about to straighten things out. He may have saved her from a cracked out drunk but that didn't give him the right to claim her as his wife and it sure didn't give him the right to take her to ARGENTINA. If they were really there that was.

"Hello Andrea. How are you feeling?" The tall man asked.

"Confused and disturbed" she admitted in a snarky tone.

"That's normal with trauma. You'll feel better as your body heals" he took a step toward her.

She retreated until she noticed she was heading for the bed and changed her path toward the chair and table.

"You need to tell me who you are, how I got here, where I am and why that lady thinks I'm your wife" she spat out.

He laughed "Alright. Well, let me start off with the beginning" he thought back through all of the things she rattled off. "My name is Tristan. You got here because I brought you here to tend your injuries after you were attacked by a drug addled stranger. You are in my home and the lady thinks you are my wife because I had to claim you as my mate in order to bring you aboard. I think that covers everything? Did I miss anything?"

Andrea didn't know how to respond to any of that.

"Are we on a plane or something? I thought this was a hospital? I remember you telling me I was hurt and I needed medical attention? This doesn't make sense".

"Or something. And you were tended to medically." he told her and looked around the room. He spotted the nearly full tray of food "Was the food not to your liking? I can have something else prepared for you"

"The food was fine, thank you" she said automatically despite her shock.

"I can sense you're struggling with something. Please tell me what is upsetting you so I can right it" he watched as she slowly sat down in the chair and stared blankly at the wall with the buttons.