Claimed by the Alien King

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Author: Juno Wells
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register that the man was standing nearby looking at her. Agape, she recognized the colouring from the science books and TV shows she'd encountered in life.
    Earth.
    She was looking at Earth.
    Which meant these three things:
    1. That she was not on Earth.
    2. That she was on a spaceship heading away from Earth.
    That she had been abducted—unwittingly, it seemed—by an alien.
    Her brain couldn't deal. It refused to deal. So like any computer that had encountered a large problem it could not handle, it temporarily shut down.
    Fainting, Maya crumpled to the floor.
     

     
    When Maya awoke next, she was back in the room again. Swinging her legs off the bed, panic set in the instant her memories returned.
    She was not on Earth. She was on a spaceship. An alien spaceship.
    Ignoring the astonishing discovery that aliens existed, Maya concentrated instead on how she was going to get home. Bewildered, she realized that 'home' no longer just meant her apartment but her planet too.
    She left the room intent on demanding the man…the alien…to return her to Earth. She marched toward the area she assumed was the control station but the alien was not there.
    Who's flying this thing?
    She wandered over to the window, amazed all over again by the vast nothingness of space. Despite her terror, she couldn't dampen the quiet thrill of the experience of being in space. When she returned to Earth, would she tell anyone about this? She didn't think so. Even if she did, they wouldn't believe her. They'd roll their eyes and tell her to throw away her tin-foil hat.
    Besides, she didn't even know if she would ever return. The alien had seemed highly displeased when he'd discovered her, yet he'd not turned the ship around and dumped her back on Earth. Maybe he thought she'd tell the world about him if he returned her to Earth. Maybe he thought to silence her before she ever could.
    He's going to kill me.
    "I have no intention of killing you, human."
    Startled by his voice and by his knowledge of her thoughts, Maya spun to face him. He was dressed in all black. A long-sleeved, futuristic-looking jacket with upturned collars, combat-type trousers, and boots. The jacket was fitted to his body, the shoulders had clips on them, and there was a cerulean gem affixed to it over his left breast. For some reason, it both amazed and annoyed Maya that this alien would look sexy in just about anything he decided to wear. It disturbed her further that she was attracted to an alien in the first place. He didn't even look like an alien. He looked incredibly human.
    "How did you know what I was thinking?" she asked, and then her voice turned accusatory. "Can you read my mind or something?"
    "You are projecting," he said in bored tones as he moved toward the control panel. "No human should have this ability." He looked at her. "No human should be on this ship."
    Maya grew defensive. "Look, I don't want to be here anymore than you want me here, buddy."
    "I am not buddy, I am Liramel," he said. "The Yar Ser of the asra of Aqueloc."
    Maya fidgeted beneath his steady gaze. It was unnerving, especially when she knew he could hear her thoughts because she had some useless ability to 'project' them.
    Just don't think then. Stop thinking. Stop thinking about stop thinking!
    "That is impossible," he said, and Maya's hand ached to slap the tiny smirk from his lips. "No being is absent of thought unless they are devoid of intelligence."
    "Alright, Liramel," she said in snippy tones. "I am Maya Banks, overworked and underpaid cashier of Earth. Please return me to my home planet before I lose the only full-time gig I could get in this hideous economy."
    "Yes, I will return you to Earth," he said and Maya's spirits lifted.
    "Really?" Maya sighed with relief. "Thank you so—"
    "But first we must go to Aqueloc," he interjected. "The ship's fuel is low."
    Maya bit her bottom lip in concern. "And how long will the journey to…err…Ackalock take?"
    "One week."
    "One week!" Maya

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