My nudity doesn’t concern me nearly as much as my safety, and right now all I can think about is that I belong to someone.
And that person wants their merchandise.
With that disturbing thought percolating in my mind, I gingerly climb down from inside the pod, almost crashing to the ground as my legs buckle under my weight. Once I’m somewhat steady I inspect the transport machine, searching for anything that will help me figure out what’s going on. My conclusion is quickly made: There’s nothing to learn.
“Just great,” I mutter.
The lights that are normally lit inside, and outside the pod are off, plus the numerous buttons do nothing when I push them. It’s not that I think I can fly away in this thing, but would it be too much to hope that there’s a hidden compartment somewhere that has water and food?
And clothes. Definitely those.
Seeing as there’s nothing I can gain from the pod, I slowly make my way over to a nearby bush with leaves that closely resemble palm, but are as big as my torso. Once I’m five feet away, I bend down and grab a handful of rocks and dirt, and toss it at the vegetation. The sounds of the debris hitting the leaves are loud in the quiet, but that’s the extent of noise. When nothing scrambles from within the bush, I deem it safe to approach.
Relatively. I think that’s pretty understood at this point.
I skim my fingertips over the plant while keeping my gaze on a swivel, just in case. After inspecting my skin for a reaction and finding none, I decide to give it a few more seconds. I’m going to make clothes out of this material and I don’t want to die from hives or something that’s the equivalency of alien nightshade.
Hoping I don’t need an epi-pen, I search for some type of weapon and a tool. There are rocks, sticks, and vines available so I collect them all, making a big pile just beside the pod. Seeing that I don’t have a reaction from the plant, I cut away several leaves using the sharpest rock I can find.
Now the fun part begins. After much, much, much profane language, I’m able to devise some type of skirt and halter top to cover my body. With a satisfied nod and a huff of triumph, I get to my feet, my makeshift wooden shank in hand, as well as my walking staff.
I inhale deeply and take a step forward, fully intending on finding water and hopefully something to eat. If there are trees growing, then there has to be water somewhere. As far as what to eat… I’ll worry about that later.
A tingling sensation creeps along my spine, halting my steps. I swing completely around and scan the area like a hawk. My lips turn downward when I discover nothing because I know what I felt: it was a pair of eyes watching me.
And then there’s movement.
From behind a giant tree trunk, a humanoid creature on two legs slinks into the open. Its mottled green skin blends in with the vegetation, making it almost invisible at first glance. So that’s how I didn’t see it at first. Slowly the creature rises and my gaze travels with it until my head’s bent all the way back.
Holy shit, this thing is huge. It holds out all four of its hands and I quickly realize it’s not giving me the Vulcan salute or telling me to live long and prosper. Its three fingers are the same burnt-orange as its large sunken eyes and webbed feet.
It opens its mouth and speaks, the sound more like a croak than actual speech. “Come.”
I purse my lips to mask my intention to flee. There’s no way, no how I’m following an alien version of Kermit the frog. It may think I’m its Miss Piggy, but this motherfucker isn’t getting any bacon tonight.
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Appendix
Faction Commanders
Iceblood - Xelias (Glacier)
Fireblood - Blaze (Inferno)
Darkblood - Castien (Obsidian)
Stormblood - Ekaitz (Tempest)
Airblood - Daxis (Zephyr)
Earthblood - Maxim (Terra)
(Aether - Purged)
Elemental Mates
Glacier
Inferno
Obsidian
Tempest
The House of Kaimar
The Commander’s Captive
The Monarch’s Mate
The Bodyguard’s Breeder
The Legislator’s Lover
The Healer’s Hellion
Hearts of Stone
Chosen by a Beast
Tamed by a Beast
Seduced by a Beast
Taken by a Beast
Loved by a Beast
Brides of Ancient Greece
Daughter of Troy
Den of the Fallen
The Masquerade
The Maverick
The Marquess
The Madam
About Miranda
Miranda Bridges began sneaking romance novels as a teenager and did not confess to reading them until she became a legal adult. After years and years as a voracious reader she woke up one day with a story in mind. She decided to write it down in order to silence her imaginary friends, but they’ve grown in number and have gotten louder. When she is not reading, writing, or drinking coffee she is taking care of two princesses who are of a reading age. Needless to say Miranda is still hiding romance books around the house, but now some of them have her name on the cover.
About Kyra
Kyra Snow a science-fiction romance author who lives in Scotland with her wolf and kitties. She writes about badass heroines in love with seductive alien warriors who'll totally make you want to get abducted and probed on their ship. Her books are guaranteed to make you laugh, cry, blush and squirm for all the right reasons.