Kidnapped by the Alien Barbarian

by Ella Mansfield

  Bnjmn smiled to himself. In just a few days he was going to have his own mate aboard the ship. He too would be a happy man.

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  Chapter One

  Tylr waited impatiently for the bucket that would bring him to the surface of the only home he could remember, the planet Htfld. Tylr’s family had been outcasts, sent to the barren planet for feuding with another family when he was very young. The feud was legendary, but apparently the inhabitants of their origin planet, Warden, got tired of the legend. The other family had been banished as well, but to the opposite side of the solar system. Everyone on Htfld hated the Mcys and vice-versa. No one knew exactly how the feud had started but they’d all been more than willing to keep it alive. The Htflds weren’t exactly fond of the planet they’d been given, and they had a new thing to blame the Mcys for: their mostly underground existence.

  The Htflds were light-skinned with pale hair and either green or blue eyes. When they’d been banished, they had buried themselves within the depths of the planet to preserve their fair skin. They built their cities with interwoven tunnels and various-sized living pods. Tylr’s father was the leader of the Htflds so they had an area of the tunnels that kept their family close. They were royal after all. Singles like Tylr had small pods to call home. His was a bit too close to his parents for his liking though. The more distant Htflds who had families were given larger pods and would upgrade as they added sons.

  The Htflds and the Mcys were about as different as two families could be, and they made sure everyone knew it. They had only one thing in common: neither could produce female children. Many years before their exile from their home planet, they’d been cursed by a sage from Warden to have only male offspring in an attempt to wipe them from existence. These were resourceful families though. They’d found a few ways to import females in order to reproduce in the years since, most of which were still not ideal.

  The bucket’s indicator light blinked repetitively above his head as Tylr thought about home and what it meant. He was a marshal, which kept him roaming the universe more often than not. It was a rewarding job, and one that allowed him to stay close to those of his brothers that were marshals as well. But home was beginning to become a place associated with loneliness. Lately he’d found himself longing for the comfort of a strong, beautiful woman when he returned to his small pod after assignments.

  He hadn’t long to think about it though. Just as the thought crossed his mind, a hand touched his shoulder. He immediately went into defense mode; his stance widened, his muscles tightened, and his hand went to the weapon on his hip.

  A deep laugh sounded from behind him, “Relax, brother. It’s me.”

  Tylr released a breath and relaxed his stance before turning to his elder brother. “I nearly shot you. Idiot.”

  “Ha! You don’t have the balls, little brother.”

  Grys was a well-built male. Over seven feet tall with shoulders wide enough to balance his height, his pale face and almost white hair bleached his features so that his blue eyes seemingly shone from his face. Tylr stared at his brother as the bucket indicator light changed his skin, the flashing red making him seem ghostly and terrifying. “Can I help you with something?”

  “Nah. Just thought I’d catch up. We’re headed out together today.”

  Tylr closed his eyes, trying to calm himself before he responded. Grys was his brother and he loved him, but he hated working with him. He was all brawn and no brains. He liked to use his size to intimidate people…and if that didn’t work, he’d shoot off at the mouth and leave a giant mess for Tylr to clean up. He opened his eyes at the ringing that accompanied the arrival of the bucket and looked to his brother and laughed. “Fantastic.”

  The two males entered the bucket, and after a brief hesitation, Tylr punched the button that would transport them to Marshall Headquarters. The ride was silent. Tylr shifted uncomfortably on his heels. He felt a little bad. Maybe Grys was realizing he wasn’t thrilled to be on assignment with him. Maybe the laugh that he’d added was too much. He never could tell much of what was going on in Grys’ head. Tylr needed some peace and time to think. He was tired of living his life the way he had been, and he needed a plan. To have a plan he would need to do some investigating and researching…both things he knew he wouldn’t get accomplished with his brother around.

  Another ringing announced their arrival on the surface. As the door opened, Tylr reached his arm out with a silly grin on his face, halting Grys from his hasty exit. “It’s not you, it’s me.”

  And then just like he’d been able to read Tylr’s mind, Grys glared at him. “We wouldn’t need women on this planet if all the men acted like you, ya know.”

  Tylr was completely thrown but decided not to show it. He dropped his hand with a half laugh. “Of course we would. I’m tired of my hands being the only ones that touch my body.”

  Grys turned serious, which was very unusual. “Look, bud. You’re not the only one.”

  As they exited the bucket, an overwhelming sense of loneliness came over Tylr. He wasn’t old per se, but he wasn’t exactly young either. His boots hit the dirt and the sun prickled at his skin. “Why haven’t you married, Grys?”

  Grys turned to his brother. “You know why. There are no options I consider worthy.”

  Tylr understood to a point but never thought of Grys as a sentimental guy. He probed further. “I get it. But does there ever come a point where you convince yourself that going to the outpost to meet with the slave trader would be worth it? A point where your brain turns off the ideas of her criminal past and goes carnal, wanting a warm place to plant your seed?” Thoughts of all those females started to swirl in his head. The idea that the only reason they were brought to Htfld was because they’d committed crimes so heinous the home planet wouldn’t house them anymore was far from his thoughts. His body was warming as his mind conjured pictures of the women, wrists bound and waiting for him to enter them with his thickness. He shook the vision from his mind.

  Grys shrugged. “Of course there is, which is why I don’t go to the outpost. Out of sight, out of mind.”

  Tylr shook his head and brought his hand to where his hardening member was. “I didn’t realize you wanted more. I guess I was thinking that the physical would be enough for you. I know I want more, but I’m beginning to think I won’t find it. I’m even starting to think that the outpost is going to work for me.”

  Grys rolled his eyes at his little brother. “Try not to think about the warmth and the planet-cracking orgasms. Think of your future. You don’t want a criminal bearing your sons. Our familial line is too pure to corrupt. You’ll never forgive yourself for not waiting for your fated mate.” Grys pushed Tylr in the direction of the fence. “Let’s go protect the universe, shall we? Maybe we’ll happen across marriageable females.”

  The brothers shared a laugh as they walked to the fence surrounding the marshal headquarters holding area. Tylr bent slightly at the gate to allow his retinas to be scanned. “Who said anything about fated mates? All I want is a female to warm my body, my bed and my life. Looking for a fated mate is fruitless. It can never happen.” After several beeps and a long buzzing, Tylr looked back at the shocked look on his brother’s face before the gate swung open giving them access.

  Grys followed Tylr with a confused expression on his face. “Can you buy one of the women from Lvn for only fornication? I thought marriage was part of the deal with the slave trader.”

  Tylr shook his head with a half-smile. “Nope. And I’m guessing you’re starti
ng to rethink that physical thing, huh. But seriously, what would Lvn care if one of the girls was never wedded, just bedded?”

  “What would happen to her though? If you were to get a female from Lvn, where would she go? She’d need to be married. There’s nothing for a single female on Htfld.”

  “You think she’d be single long?” Tylr shot him a glare.

  Grys screwed up his face in concentration. “I guess some of the lower levels would be more than happy to marry a murderer or thief that had been used for sex and then put into the open market. Yeah. Sure. Sounds reasonable.” He shook his head. “Be real, Tylr. If you get a woman from Lvn, you’re going to have to marry her.”

  Tylr thought about that for a second, “Hmm…maybe there’s a way to be sure we don't procreate. I’d marry one of them if she wouldn’t carry my sons. I sometimes wonder what the point is in the procreating. Why not let the curse settle in, kill us off slowly?”

  Grys couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Once he was able to put his eyes back in his head and close his slack jaw, he turned on his brother. “You better not let His Highness hear you talk about letting a single drop of royal blood not be spread. He’d have your head.”

  Tylr laughed deep from his chest. “Yeah, and then what kind of offspring would he get from me?” He tapped on his temple. “I know it doesn’t always seem so but my favorite head doesn’t work without this one. His Highness will get over it.”

  “Yeah, because history has proven that Htflds have super short memories and are more than forgiving.”

  The two of them fell into a fit of laughter as they made their way to their favorite ship. Tylr’s gait became sturdier as his mind continued to race. Despite everything, he didn’t want to be alone anymore. He wanted a female, someone who he could share his bed with. He would do the only thing he could. As soon as he returned, he’d go to the outpost.

  *****

  The trip to the space station seemed to take forever. Normally Tylr liked to look at the computer that gave him the universal information. He liked to be aware of what was going on while he was out and about. When he was stuck on Htfld he didn’t worry about it because no one worried about them. But out here, he needed to know. It didn’t hold his interest though, not today. Now that he’d made the decision that he was going to have a woman, he couldn’t get the thought out of his head. He kept seeing soft curves and crystal eyes in his imagination. But he was sure he didn’t like the idea of a criminal mothering his sons. He also knew there was nothing to be done about that. He’d have to find one who didn’t commit a crime he considered heinous. Not a murder or anything like that; maybe a thief. Something non-violent. He tried to picture her. But at first, all he could picture were hands that had been bound so she couldn’t escape. He tried hard and was able to slowly put a face and a body with his vision.

  “Hey, come in here for a sec.”

  The sound of his brother’s voice pulled him from his thoughts of a pale haired, freckle-faced beauty with curves he could hold onto late into the night. Her hands were still tied though. His mouth was dry, all the liquid in his body having been used up by the flames that had started to burn in his gut. His voice cracked. “Yes, brother.”

  Tylr pressed his thumb to the pad outside the cockpit door, commanding it to open. Once it had, he stepped inside.

  “We’re almost there, but I wanted to warn you. I saw a ship that looked like it could belong to a Mcy. You and I both know what that could mean. I wanted you on point, just in case.”

  Tylr nodded at his elder brother. “I’ll behave if they do.”

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