Protected: Alien Mate Index Book 2: (Alien Warrior BBW Paranormal Science fiction Romance) (The Alien Mate Index)
Authors: Evangeline Anderson
The Alien Mate Index
Book 2: Protected
Evangeline Anderson
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The Alien Mate Index
Book 2: Protected
Copyright © July 2016 by Evangeline Anderson
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Dedication:
With love to all my Kindred readers. If you like
Kindred
, I think you'll love
Alien Mate Index
as well. I write these books with all of you in mind. I feel very blessed to have such awesome people to pretend with me.
Hugs and Happy Reading to you all!
Evangeline
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This book is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. So please don't get your panties in a twist--this is all in fun. ; )
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Table of Contents
Descended: Book 3 of the Alien Mate Index Series
The Warriors of The Alien Mate Index
Location:
Aboard Assimilation ship EOC-2789, the private vessel of Count Doloroso.
Time:
.05 solar seconds following the departure of invaders who absconded with the Earth female, Zoe McKinley, a known Pure One and
La-ti-zal,
marked for impregnation with the first organic Assimilated.
The echoes of the invaders boots had scarcely faded from the corridors of the Assimilation ship when a panel in the control room slid aside and a small, silver insect came buzzing out. It paused for a moment to ascertain that the invaders were truly gone, then continued its flight down to the medical suite. It hovered for a moment over the fallen body of its last host, the pink, featureless face twisted almost completely backwards with the blow that had broken its neck.
The nano-chip inside the silver insect hummed. A waste. But this body had almost outlived its usefulness anyway. It had been chosen for its durability and the great wealth of its previous occupant—both of which had been nearly exhausted. The Assimilation had been hoping to make it last until another of the correct kind became available. Only a body of one of the Twelve Peoples, those grown from seeds scattered by the Ancient Ones, had long term compatibility with an Assimilation mind.
But though no such organic body was available, there were a few “burner bodies” stored in the stasis booths located in the hold. The silver insect buzzed its way towards the hold and the large doors slid open soundlessly to admit it.
In front of the first stasis booth, the insect hovered, waiting patiently as the organic unit inside was brought slowly back from the suspended animation it had been held in for the last fifty cycles.
Soon enough it came stumbling out of the booth, its black, compound eyes blinking stupidly, its long ears twitching as it tried to ascertain its situation. It had green skin and a small, wrinkled blue hole for a mouth—a Grubbian. They were a species of traders and merchants, practical to use as temporary organic units since they were ubiquitous to the entire galaxy and so never attracted attention.
The silver insect gave the Grubbian no time to get its bearings. Before it had taken two steps, the insect struck. Sinking the silver barbed stinger located at the end of its metallic abdomen deep into the greenish, pebbled skin at the base of the target’s neck, it injected its payload.
“Ah!” The Grubbian cried out and flailed wildly—but only for an instant. As the nanobytes injected by the silver insect reached its bloodstream, it came under the control of the Assimilation. Its brain function was circumvented as new thoughts raced through the neural synapses. Soon the Grubbian’s personality was nothing but a distant memory—it had, in effect, ceased to exist.
It had been Assimilated.
The being lately known as Count Doloroso smiled and stretched his new arms. It was good to be in a fresh body, even if this one was only temporary. Of course, this body wouldn’t do for the planned impregnation of the
La-ti-zal
he had marked as the mother of the new race of organic Assimilated. He would have to find another and neither of the two in the stasis stalls would do. They were both of outside races, those not descended from the Ancient Ones.
He frowned. Of course, it would do him no good to have the correct body, if he had no female to impregnate. Zoe was gone, in the company of two large and very capable males. She would be nearly impossible to recover.
Reluctantly, Doloroso decided she was a lost cause. He would have to turn his attention to finding another female to take her place.
Luckily, he had an idea of where her home planet was located. And he had two names to work with—the names of her friends who she had told him to leave alone.
“Charlotte and Leah,” he mused, his voice hissing from the small, puckered blue hole of his new, temporary mouth. “Hold on, my future wives. As soon as I find the correct body to wear, I’ll be coming for you…”
Grav
I’m not a nice guy.
I’m a murderer and an ex-con and an all around son-of-a-bitch, ask anybody who knows me.
But I’m also a Protector.
I took an oath to guard the females I take as wards with my life, and I take that oath
very
fucking seriously. That’s why, when I see someone I’ve sworn to protect in danger, I take immediate action, even if the female I’m acting for doesn’t know I’m assigned to protect her.
Of course, it
helps
if she knows I’m watching out for her—helps if she knows she can trust me. Because, unfortunately, I’m not the kind of male females trust on sight.
I’m one ugly bastard, is what I’m trying to say.
Half Braxian and half Vorn—the two most hated and feared of the Twelve Peoples the Ancient Ones seeded the galaxy with. I’m not smooth like an Eloim or pretty to look at like a Ma
jor
an. I have bluish-gray skin, black curling horns, and white-on-black eyes that can see every spectrum of light.
And don’t forget my prison tats.
But it doesn’t matter what I look like—I get the job done. And at the moment, my job was getting planet-side to save one of the Earth females who had been put under my protection.
Only she didn’t know me—didn’t know I was watching her. And she sure as hell didn’t know I was trustworthy. I mean, what would
you
say if a seven foot tall blue alien with horns and freaky-as-shit eyes showed up at your door?
Exactly.
But none of that mattered—she was in danger and I had to save her.
But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself. I should start at the beginning…back when I first came aboard the Commercians’ space station, which was circling in low Earth orbit, spying on Earth females for their Alien Mate Index. A site which claims they can hook up any alien male with the perfect Earth bride or concubine—for a price.
I wasn’t looking for either. I just wanted to serve and protect, no matter what it took…
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“Can you tell me the sort of female you are interested in?” Char’noth S’roth, the lead Commercian asked me in his high, silly voice. “We have all sorts, my Lord…”
“Grav,” I said, frowning. “And I’m not a ‘Lord,’”
“Ah yes, forgive me, my Lord” Char’noth squeaked, rubbing several of his hands together.
Commercians look kind of like dark blue worms with multiple limbs. They have the most ridiculous fuckin’ voices imaginable, but they’re shrewd in business and almost always the first to exploit any kind of commercial situation. It didn’t surprise me a bit that they had discovered Earth, once a closed planet, was finally opening up. Or as they put it, “ripe for harvest.”
“As I was saying, my Lord Grav” Char’noth continued, “We have all kinds. Some tall, some short, some thin, some thick…”
“I’m not a Lord,” I said again, interrupting him. “And I don’t wanna look at any you have for sale. In fact, I’m interested in two that
aren’t
for sale. Or they’d better not be—their contracts were bought and paid for with the understanding that they were to be left strictly alone.”
“Ah…you must be referring to the two
La-ti-zals
whose contracts were bought by Lord Sarden, whom I am told has recently ascended to the throne of Eloim?”
“That’s right,” I said, glaring at the little worm. “Which means he’s got considerable clout—so you’d better be keeping those two
off
your fuckin’ database.”
“If you have been sent to see if we are honoring our agreement with Lord Sarden, you can put your mind at ease.” Char’noth’s high, piping voice sounded offended. “We Commercians do not renege on business deals. In fact, another customer has already come asking to see them and we refused all his offers, though they were quite considerable.”
My protective senses went on high alert.
“What? Why didn’t you say so? Was it a male about this high?” I showed him with my hand level to my chin. “With a smooth, pink face—only slits for eyes and a mouth?”
Describing him left a bad taste in my mouth. The freak show of a Doloroso was disgusting—he even managed to make
my
ugly mug look pretty in comparison. I had killed him though—I’d felt his neck break in my hands and seen the life leak out of his slitted eyes. Still, Lady Zoe, Sarden’s bonded mate, was certain the bastard had somehow come back to life and was stalking her friends. That was what I was there for—to check up on them. I had never expected Lady Zoe to be right, but here we were. Apparently Doloroso was already on the prowl…
But Char’noth was shaking his little blue head.
“No—it was a Grubbian merchant. He said he wanted something extra-special for a client. A
La-ti-zal.”
La-ti-zal
is the name for a female who has been extra-blessed with talents from the Ancient Ones. Lady Zoe was one and so her friends likely were too. It only takes one female with those latent abilities to start them growing in her closest friends and female relations. So it stood to reason that Lady Zoe—who was an Opener—would have friends who were also
La-ti-zals,
though what kind they would be, only the Goddess of Mercy knew.
