Alien’s Bride: Meredith

Alien’s Bride: Meredith

A new Alien’s Bride Novella by Yaoimila!!

Meredith isn’t going to betray her people–no matter how compelling her alien conqueror is.  

Meredith and the rest of the settlers on Jupiter’s moon hid from Earth’s alien tyrants for years, but now they’ve been discovered.  A few escape on a ship, but the rest are captured and made the property of the Dak-Hiliah Empire.  

Commander Jaximor is in charge of enslaving the settlers and harvesting brides from their ranks to aid his depleted population.  It becomes clear that several of the colonists are missing.  While his mother ship takes the rest away, he stays behind to track down the escapees.  He knows Meredith is a navigation expert who likely helped her fellow settlers to get away.  Jaximor demands Meredith help him find the missing settlers.  

He’s also decided he’ll take the feisty woman as his bride.

As Meredith gets to know Jaximor, some deviant behavior gives her pause.  There was a reason this commander was assigned to wear her down.  Jaximor has an unusual skill set that can be applied to both a lover and an adversary.

Alien’s Bride: Meredith is a thrilling erotic novella 21,300 words long.  It’s followed by a listing of the other books in the Alien’s Bride universe and a riveting introduction to another erotic sci-fi romance novel.

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Excerpt:

Meredith held her microphone with
both tremulous hands from where she sat in the control tower.  Before her console was a floor-to-ceiling
window where she could watch the massive Dak-Hiliah warship attempting to land.

“Smitty, are you on?”
she said with more than a touch of urgency.
“We need to move all the green cars completely out of the landing
area.  The aft of their ship is not going
to clear.”

“Got it!”  Smitty’s voice came through her
speakers.  "Can you tell them to
hover?  We won’t have enough time.“

Are you kidding me? Even if there wasn’t the language difference
she had no idea how to initiate communication with their conquerors.

Another glance out her window
made her chew her lower lip.  Half their
cars were going to be crushed by their enemy’s warship.  For all she knew the colony still needed
them.

Meredith opened all channels by
pushing up the switches with both hands.
"This is Europa Space Station calling the Dak-Hiliah vessel.  Can anyone there hear me?”

Two harrowing minutes passed
without an answer.  The massive angular
ship, which was so black it looked like a portal into the abyss, was starting
to block her view of the landing area.
Meredith now tore at her cuticles.
Smitty was still directly under the aft trying to drive out their
cars.  

Screw the cars…he’s going to
end up being crushed!

Though…from what she’d heard,
the Dak-Hiliah were going to castrate and enslave all their men anyway.  Was a quick death really such a bad thing?

Meredith squared her jaw.  No.
Get that bullshit out of your head.
They didn’t know anything yet.  This
wasn’t the time to get suicidal.

“This is Alyona from the
Dak-Hiliah ship.”

Meredith’s eyes grew wide.  It was a female voice…not just a female–an
Earthling!

“I’m one of their
wives,” Alyona continued.
“I’ll have to translate for you.
None of the soldiers speak English.”

Soldiers?  So it really was a warship?  Why?
Were they expecting us to fight?
Meredith’s heart started racing even faster than before.

“Alyona,” she said,
while drawing up a few faint scraps of fortitude.  "Can you ask them to come in
slower?  We’re still clearing the landing
area.“

Silence followed once again, but
after only a few moments Meredith could tell the ship was no longer
descending.  She puffed out a deep
breath.

"We’re going to hover until
you tell us we’re clear,” Alyona said.

“Confirmed,” Meredith
said at once.  "Thank you.“  That was a good sign, right?  

"What is your name and
rank?” Alyona said.

The question made her face
hot.  Should she lie?  Would she be punished for her involvement in hiding
their colony from them?  

No.  You’re a woman.  They need women.  The implications of that thought
made her stomach tighten.

Meredith cleared her throat.  "I’m Meredith Evans.  I don’t have a rank.  I’m a just a traffic controller.“

"Meredith, they want to know
if any of your people left on your ships.”

The heat in her face
increased.  Damn it.  Why did she have to be their point of
contact?  Riley should have been up here
or Song-Yu.  She chewed her bottom lip
some more and looked around her as though there was an answer to be found in
the small control room.

“Okay, Alyona, look–I’m not
the best one for you to be talking with.”

“I’ll take that as a
yes.”

Meredith gripped her microphone
stem with a fist.  "I didn’t say
that!  Don’t go telling your masters some
load of crap that gets me in trouble!“

"I don’t have a master.  I have a husband.  He wants to know how much lead time the ships
that left had, and if there were both men and women on board.  Also, how many of your people took off?”

Meredith’s jaw clenched.  But you’re an Earthling too!  Lousy traitor scum!  Tears began to build behind her eyes.  

“We’re clear!” Smitty
said through her speaker.

This perked her up.  "You’re clear to land now.“

"Yes, fine,” Alyona
said.  

Meredith closed all the channels.  She rolled back her chair with her heart
thumping in her chest.  Before her the
alien’s ship landed with a thud that shook the ground.  Meredith let a few tears fall.

Smitty came up the stairs to look
out the tower beside her.  The rail-thin senior
took off his cap and wiped his brow on it.

“Son of a deuce.”  He shook his head slowly.  Then he glanced at her.  "They had to hear that underground.  Hope they ain’t panicking.“

Meredith stared before her
blankly.  "We knew they were
coming.”

“Guess our reckoning’s
finally here.  It was a good ride
though.”

Meredith raised a brow at
him.  They’d had nothing but mushroom
broth to eat for the last seven days.
She had some spare pounds to carry her, but Smitty looked emaciated.  

“They’re already asking about
the Shanghai,”
Meredith said.

Smitty wet his chapped lips.  "You made contact?  How’d they know it was gone?“

"They don’t.  Not for sure anyway.”  She unfolded her arms so she could gesture as
she spoke.  "They just see this
space port and all those ships parked around it and figure there’s probably one
or two missing.“

Smitty grimaced while he
considered.  "Well, we’ll see how it
all goes down.”

Noise on the landing strip made
him dart his head to look.  Meredith
stood.    

One side of the black ship unfurled
to open a large hatch.  Meredith stared
at it without breathing for half a minute.
Then a squadron of robots rolled out on tank treads.  They were boxy and simplistic, with glowing
yellow cylinders for heads.  A hundred
moved out of the ship onto the landing area.

Smitty scowled.  "I remember those damned things.“

Meredith eyed him.  Her only memories from Earth’s war were what
she’d seen on the news.  Maybe that was
why that Alyona woman was so cold to her.
Did she know Meredith had escaped the war, the Instajant Invasion, and
had never been in a Dak-Hiliah slave camp?

"Here they come,”
Smitty said.

Meredith looked back down.  Five blue-skinned aliens marched behind the
robots, all male.  Each was taller than
any of their men by a good half-foot.
They wore thight black bodysuits with chiseled silver armor attached,
while brandishing guns that looked like small bazookas.  Meredith could see they were densely
muscled.  

Super soldiers.  That’s how they’d been described to her in
the past.

The aliens stepped onto the
landing area and huddled to discuss things.
Meredith wished she had binoculars.
She wanted to see what they looked like in detail.  Hopefully they weren’t too foul up close,
because her best-case scenario was to be forced to marry one of them.  They’d conquered Earth to get brides.  If she was lucky that would be their same
agenda here on Jupiter’s moon.  At least
then she’d survive.  She tried not to
worry about the men–Smitty, Riley, and the others.  She’d done all she could for them.  

Their time was up.

Meredith wiped a new tear away
with the back of her hand.  

“Looks like they’re coming
up here,” Smitty said.

She swallowed down a lump.  Two of the aliens were striding for her
tower.  The other three were leading the
robots to the elevator bays that went down to the colony.

Meredith looked at Smitty.  "What do we do?“

He shrugged.  "Nothing.  They’re in charge now.  Maybe they’re going to kill me, or maybe
they’re going to cut off my nads and work me to death.  Guess I’ll find out here in a minute.”

His voice cracked with emotion on
the last word, causing Meredith a heart-wrenching pang in her middle.

The aliens’ footsteps were
thudding up the stairwell behind them.

“Fighting them won’t do no
good so don’t even try,” Smitty said.
“We’ve surrendered.  That’s
all there is to it.”

Meredith nodded.  Smitty stood and she moved beside him to face
the entrance.

The alien who entered first had
curled horns on his head.  (Meredith had
forgotten they had horns.)  His skin was
a clear blue nearing turquoise with pink markings.  He had a somewhat chubby face beneath short
shiny black hair that was parted in the middle.
Most of his bulk was muscle, but there was a protrusion of belly.

He walked in with his gun pointed
toward them.  Meredith and Smitty raised
their hands.  The alien grunted at the
gesture.  He turned his gun to the side.

“Cre-ahchra deel,” he
said over his shoulder.

A slightly taller alien who had
extra horns growing from his shoulders entered behind him.  Meredith’s lips parted.  The first one wasn’t entirely ugly, but this
second one–he was gorgeous.  He looked a
little older than her if she went by Earth years, 35 or so.  He had long white hair with tresses of
silver.  Some of this spilled over his
forehead in a sultry way.  His face was
lean and aristocratic.  He had the super soldier
body she’d fathomed from the distance, but this was lean also.  He was more athlete than body-builder.

Geez.  Can I marry this one?

The alien locked fierce blue eyes
on her.  His face was eerily cold.  He let his gun hang on the strap going over
his shoulder and pointed to himself.

“Jaximor.”

Now he pointed at her.

Meredith pursed her lips.  His icy demeanor kept her heart rate up.  She touched her finger to her chest with
resignation.

“Meredith.”

Jaximor said a few words in his
language to the other one and turned to go.
The black-haired alien grabbed her arm.
Meredith sent a forlorn look to Smitty as he carted her away.

“Bye, Smitty.  Stay strong.”

Smitty didn’t look at her.  His face had grown flush with emotion.  "You take care of yourself,
Meredith.“

She was brought out of the tower
to the landing area.  The alien held her
arm too tight.  She did her best to keep
up with him, but got yanked every five steps or so.  Meredith glowered at him as they went.  What the Hell is your problem?  

He must have been angry at her,
despite what seemed to be a neutral, somewhat bored expression.  She wondered if the aliens took the existence
of their colony personally.  They’d
managed to hide for seven long years.
Maybe that hurt their conqueror’s pride?

She had no doubt they’d still be
hidden if they hadn’t sent out the help beacon.
Even that had been a tough decision.
Should they starve, or should they surrender?  Without any allies willing to defy the
Dak-Hiliah by sending them food, and with barely enough fuel to make it to the
nearest causeway, there wasn’t a third option.
This was their only chance now.

The handsome alien was met by a
younger brown-haired one and followed him to an elevator bay.  The second alien parted from them to bring Meredith
onto the ship.  They passed through a
massive bay that held hundreds more of the tank robots.  All the walls were black, like cast iron, and
had wires and circuitry exposed.  Steam
puffed out of random pipes near the high ceiling.  It struck Meredith as archaic and
forbidding.  When they exited the bay she
entered a corridor as large as a train tunnel.
The area was well-lit, though still clad in rough black walls.  

The alien pulled her onto a
sidewalk that moved so fast Meredith stumbled against him.  Her flailing body didn’t even nudge him.  The alien made no attempt to help her–he
didn’t even look at her.  She righted
herself with new tears welling.  

Things were happening too
fast.  She was overwhelmed, and this
asshole was making her lose all hope for her future.  

He stepped off the sidewalk while
yanking her along.  This time she fell
outright.  The alien kept dragging
her.  She had to scramble back to her
feet using his grip on her to lift herself.

A door slid open in front of
them.  The room inside had white walls,
massive equipment with delicate looking tools, and two slender bug-eyed
androids with glistening red chassis.
She gaped in confusion until her eyes fixed on an operating table.

Oh shit.

The alien shoved her toward one
of the androids.  He said a few things to
them in his indecipherable language.
Meredith shot him back a plaintive look.

"What are you…what are you
going to–”

The android stabbed her neck with
something.  Then the floor started rising
toward her face.

***

Meredith squinted against a
bright light in her face.  She heard
weird electronic voices, and the hard cold surface beneath her was not her bed
in the colony.  Her brain was not able to
put these clues to any use.  

She sat up and her grogginess
cleared.  She was on that operating
table.  No.  Worse than that.  She was on the aliens’ ship.  Meredith’s heart started to race.  The two androids were standing a short
distance away with their backs to her.

What the Hell did they do to me?

She looked over her body.  Her sweater, tee shirt, and bloomers had been
replaced by a weird black dress.  Its
collar buttoned directly below her chin, the sleeves were long, and the flowing
skirt looked like it would go to her ankles.

“Oh my God.”

The androids looked back at
her.  She didn’t pay attention as they
walked near.  The spit had gone cold in
her mouth.  She focused for any aches
that would tell her where they’d cut into her.

“You should now understand
what I’m saying,” an android said.

Meredith looked at its bug-eyes
with anguish and disgust.  "What the
Hell did you do to me?“

"Speak in the Dak-Hiliah
language.  Do you understand what I’m
saying?”

The words finally
registered.  Not just their meaning, but
the actual words.  It was speaking in the
Dak-Hiliah language–not English.

Meredith blinked a few
times.  "Yes I…I understand
you.“

"Speak in the Dak-Hiliah
language.”

She swallowed.  "I understand you,“ she said in
Dak-Hiliah.  The complicated words rolled
off her tongue as though she’d spoken them all her life.  She was more than dumbfounded.  She couldn’t begin to comprehend a society
that was able to do such a thing.

The android turned and stepped
away.

"Wait.”  She continued speaking in Dak-Hiliah.  "Is that all you did to me?  This…language surgery?“

The other android turned toward
her.  "You have been implanted with
several languages you will find necessary in Dak-Hiliah society.  Your reproductive organs were also altered to
enable you to breed with Dak-Hiliah males.”

Meredith put her hand on her
belly.  "So, on top of brain surgery
you messed with my sex organs?“

"Yes.”

They turned their backs to her.

Meredith closed her eyes and
drooped forward.  She wasn’t sad or
angry.  There was coldness inside her
caused by an inability to process what had happened.  Beyond the numbness was a tiny inkling…one
that was telling her to get over it.  

Okay.  Okay.
Tuck it away for now.  You speak
their language…that’s huge.  That’s
worth any bullshit surgery.  

She drew a long breath.  The feeling of ice inside her middle was slow
to dissipate.  

The door slid open.  The homelier alien entered and went to
her.  Meredith sat with her legs over the
side of the table and her arms huddled close to her chest.  The disinterested eyes of the alien were no
longer something mysterious.  She scowled
at him.

“I’m Pret-Dorno, manservant
of Commander Jaximor.”

His eyes were a third of the way
closed.  Meredith decided that he was
either smug or bored.

“Meredith Evans,” she
said.

He tipped his head with a soft
grunt.  "You’ve been implanted with
our languages so you can communicate with your people on our behalf.  We prefer one of the colonists taking this
role rather than Delexor’s wife, Alyona.“

Meredith swallowed.  "Right.
Sure.  That’s probably for the
best.”

“We will also need your
assistance in tracking down the escaped colonists.”  

He said this in the same
unenthusiastic tone.  Meredith pursed her
lips.

“Commander Jaximor will be
remaining on Europa to see to this matter with you.  His status in our empire has entitled him to
choose a bride from your colony.  Since
you will be working with him he’s decided he will take you.”

A crackle of electricity coursed
down Meredith’s spine.  Just like
that, huh?  Well…at least he’s a
hunk.   She wet her lips.

“Understood.”

Pret-Dorno looked away from
her.  Meredith now felt sure his
expression was one of boredom.

“How do you feel about
this?”

Her brow rose.  "How do I feel?“

"About becoming the bride of
Commander Jaximor?”

“My feelings don’t really
enter into it, do they?  I have no
choice.”

“Are you going to give it a
chance?”

Meredith blinked a few
times.  She loved this question.  "Hell yeah, I’ll give it a chance.“

Pret-Dorno eyed her.  "Is that so?”

“I mean, yeah.  I don’t know what his personality is like,
but he’s certainly nice to look at.  If
he’s a decent man and treats me right, then hopefully there won’t be any
problems.”

Pret-Dorno gave an approving
grunt.  He began to pace the open part of
the room between her and the watching androids.

“My master is an exceedingly
decent man.  That’s why he was assigned
to this mission by our general.  He
performs his duties with efficiency, but also compassion.  This is how he attained his high rank.  He expresses the ideals the empire is seeking
in our new age.”

Meredith placed her bunched hands
beneath her chin.  The hope that had been
dripping out of her earlier was being replenished.

Pret-Dorno lowered his head.  "However–my master has…foibles.  These are flaws of his character that will be
particularly noticeable in his interactions with you.“

Meredith’s brow knit.  "What kind of foibles?”

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