Daughter of the Alien Warrior - Honey Phillips Page 0,2
the two aliens turned and walked away. They had to be stopped. No other woman should have to face the pain she had lived with this past year.
“Ash? What’s going on?” Naomi’s sleepy voice sounded behind her, and she turned to find the other woman sitting up on her cot.
“I don’t know!” Ashley wailed. She was a pretty, petite blonde with big blue eyes and a helpless air. “We were in the park and then I woke up here and there are these creepy men and I don’t like it. I want to go home!” She burst into tears.
It didn’t surprise Jade that Naomi was made of sterner stuff. A statuesque redhead with a sharp brain behind a seductive smile, she immediately focused on Jade.
“Who are you? Do you know what’s going on?”
“You probably won’t believe me, but we’ve been captured by aliens.”
“What the fuck?” Naomi stared at her with obvious skepticism.
Jade had followed these two every Wednesday for the past four months and she knew all about them, including Naomi’s past as a Las Vegas showgirl and her cynical view of the world. She hadn’t expected to convince her.
“I know it sounds crazy, but you’ll see for yourself soon enough.”
“Why? What do they want from us?”
“They called us breeders,” Ashley sobbed.
Naomi’s eyes narrowed. “In other words, they’re like every other bastard male out there.”
“Not exactly,” Jade said dryly.
The woman looked down at her admittedly impressive body. “If they’re males, I can handle them.”
Jade suspected that wouldn’t prove to be true with these aliens, but she didn’t argue. At that moment, Ashley’s daughter, Heather, began to cry again.
“She’s hungry.” Ashley looked around frantically. “Did they bring her diaper bag? She needs a bottle. And a diaper change,” she added, screwing up her nose.
The crying baby woke up Naomi’s son, Justin, and he added to the noise. For the first time, the woman’s nonchalant air cracked as she picked up her son and tried to comfort him.
“I can’t stand it when he cries.”
Jade’s heart ached as she turned back to the front of the cell, pounding on the glass. She wouldn’t care if Hana cried every day as long as she was with her again.
She beat a steady rhythm on the glass, yelling for Kragan, for the commander, for anyone to come and pay attention. Her hands were throbbing by the time another alien appeared. She didn’t recognize this one and he approached with an almost deferential demeanor, unlike the arrogance of the other two.
“You must keep quiet,” he said nervously. “You do not want to arouse the commander’s wrath.”
“The babies are hungry. I’m not going to be quiet until they are fed.”
“I don’t understand. Why don’t their mothers feed them? That was my argument for placing them in the same cell with you.”
She gave him an exasperated look. “They aren’t being breastfed. That means they need bottles. Formula?”
“Oh dear. I didn’t consider that.”
“You don’t have anything to feed them?” she asked in alarm, then switched to thinking about alternatives. “Do you have some type of cereal? Something that could make a very thin gruel? Or what about milk—something that animals feed to their young?”
He looked shocked. “I would never feed an infant anything like that.”
“They have to be fed something,” she said impatiently. “We have to try at least.”
“No, no. You don’t understand. I can provide a healthy formula. The, umm, bottles are a little more difficult but I will see what I can do.”
Despite his words, he was already moving to the bank of equipment on the far side of the corridor. In a surprisingly short time, he returned bearing two odd-looking containers, but since they had nipples, she assumed they were intended as bottles.
Ashley and Naomi had joined her at the glass as they tried to comfort their crying children, and they eyed the alien with distrust.
“What’s in there?” Ashley asked. “Heather is on a strictly organic formula.”
“Are there drugs in there? Are you giving them something just to shut them up?”
At Naomi’s question, he looked horrified.
“Of course not. This formula is specially designed for human infants. They will thrive on it.”
“How do you know that?” Jade asked, her heart racing. I knew it! These bastards had taken her daughter.
“You are not the first,” he said evasively, opening the glass panel far enough to give the containers to the other women.
They took them reluctantly, glancing at them with suspicion before Naomi sighed and presented the makeshift bottle to her son. He latched on immediately. Ashley hesitated longer but