Alien Intent (Captured by Aliens Book 3) Read Free

were
just being delivered to a meat market or for a science experiment. Women jostled
her, pushing past to pound on the walls of the enormous round room. They banged
on the walls, screaming for help that would never come.
    The wall
flashed with a dizzying array of images as it was bombarded. Jasmine just stood
there beside her friends, knowing she had no choice but to accept her fate for
now. The cloud of gas continued to waft down to them, making her head suddenly
spin as her oxygen levels decreased.  The gas felt thick in her lungs, sticky.
She tried covering her mouth and holding her breath, but she had no choice but
to inhale the fumes. The wall continued flashing with scenes of Earth: desert,
night sky, apartments and more.  The sporadic lights, screams, and pounding
feet and fists made bile burn the back of her throat as the dizzy spell
increased until she couldn’t bear to keep her eyes open any longer.
    “Jasmine.”
Samara grabbed her elbow and slumped to the floor. She tried to catch her, but
her arms felt too heavy to work. Jasmine’s vision narrowed to a pinpoint of
light and winked out.

Chapter Two
     
    Captain
Dar Tagnon shifted astride his vibrant green zhala as he watched the Nexus
Lamian ship descend in the landing area they’d cleared to the south of Anehtar,
the once capital city of Chalcydon now ruled over by Prince Dezec Zeta.  Much
had changed in the past few years since the former ruler, King Kore Anadaru,
had been killed by the rightful heir to the throne, King Fallon Anadaru.
    The
spinning silver ship landed, whipping tall grasses like sea waves under the
humming engines. The feathers of his zhala ruffled under the intense wind,
making his beast tense for action. Dar patted the creature’s neck in a soothing
gesture, decreasing the zhala’s nervousness slightly. His own nerves echoed
that of his mount’s. The last time Dar had seen one of these ships, they’d brought
flight vessels for a secret rebellion. Though the rebellion was over, their
government was still experiencing a shaky recovery. Too often he heard the
grumblings of their people on the street and wondered how secure his future and
that of his king truly were.
    A
loading door opened outward from the ship, unfolding and easing onto the ground
to form a ramp for exit and delivery of goods.  The first of the greys came down
the illuminated ramp, moving with quiet footsteps. All wore the same jumpsuits
of their space fleet, which nearly matched the same tone as their skin, giving
them the appearance, at first glance, of being naked. Had it not been clearly
instructed to him to hold his mirth in check, he might have laughed. The Nexus
Lamians did not understand humor and did not appreciate bearing the brunt of
any jokes.  Behind them they pulled hover-tables loaded with the sleeping forms
of dozens of women piled atop like slabs of meat.
    The
sight of women with their arms and legs dangling from unconsciousness disturbed
him. Dar dropped off his zhala, quickly striding to the lead Lamian.  “What is
this?  Why have you brought more Earth women?” he demanded.
    Your
king ordered a greater variety of women to be brought for breeding purposes. 
His will dictated a broader…palette.   The voice of the small grey
alien spoke inside his mind.
    Dar had
never quite gotten used to the strangeness of a voice not his own buzzing
around in his head.  “It’s been over a year since King Kore was usurped.  We
have standing orders for weapons, spacecraft, and technology.  Not women.”
    The
grey’s forehead wrinkled in as close to a frown as the expressionless alien
could muster.  The order was placed more than two years your time.  It took
us months to find appropriate candidates for Chalcydon mates.  Women unwed and
unmated, without dependents, children, or parents to miss them.  It was not an
easy task to procure so many mates for your kind.  Are we to believe you would
refuse the order after the expense and time we have