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Copyright
A Pet For The Commander: The Complete Series
A Pet For The Commander - Book 1
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
SIX
SEVEN
EIGHT
NINE
TEN
ELEVEN
TWELVE
THIRTEEN
FOURTEEN
Property Of The Commander - Book 2
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Owned By The Commander - Book 3
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
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A Pet For The Commander: The Complete Series
By: Hollie Hutchins
A Pet For The Commander - Book 1
Being abducted and enslaved by aliens isn’t fun. Rakesh’s interest in me extends beyond slave and master, however…
Out of all the things I expected to happen in my life, becoming Rakesh’s pet wasn’t it. I was taken due to mistaken identity. Dumb creatures thought my surname meant I was a warrior. They thought to extract military secrets from me. Being a pet is humiliating, but it’s not above me to do the role. To let them do anything they want with my body.
Rakesh certainly wants my body. But he won’t take my mind…
ONE
Gordy stumbled twice before Jacob took the hint and wrapped his arm around him to steady him. I wasn’t getting anywhere near him, no matter what. I’ve never been a fan of the smell of vomit, and although Gordy had yet to blow chunks, he looked like he was ready to erupt at any moment.
It was a shame too. He looked really good in his white naval uniform. They all did. For a girl like me, a night full of men in naval dress whites was like a beefcake parade. Even the pimple-faced geeks looked good in a freshly starched military uniform. The night of the Navy ROTC banquette was a big deal, especially in a town like Boston, with its proud military history. In fact, anybody in a uniform was a big deal here, cops, firefighters, paramedics, you name it.
“Well this pretty much blows,” said Tiffany.
She stamped her feet as she walked over to me, her arms crossed and her face screwed up into a scowl. Her nearly see-through lace dress and a head full of blonde pin curls were a poor defense against the evening chill.
“Looks like we’re going to have to cut the evening short, ladies,” Jacob said.
“No problem, I’m a little tired anyway. Gordy’s drunk ass is a good excuse to get some sleep and hit the books early in the morning,” I said.
I’d been more conservative this evening, wearing a sleek white pantsuit. The tunic was fitting, and ankle length but the slits on either side made the white and pale blue print pants visible. When he saw me, Gordy was less than impressed and kissed me on the cheek saying I looked “very professional.” That was the response I hoped to achieve. It had been over between Gordy and me for weeks, but neither of us had gotten up the courage to end it officially. I think neither one of us wanted to miss this dinner; each for our individual reasons.
“What about me?” Tiffany stamped her foot as she whined.
I rolled my eyes. I wanted to say “get a grip girl, he’s gay,” but I couldn’t ruin her hopes like that. Instead, I watched as Jacob lovingly stroked Gordy’s red face and propped him up as they waited for the Uber to arrive. I should’ve been jealous, but I wasn’t. Gordy was in good hands, and I was not interested anymore. I secretly hoped that Gordy would let go of his macho-man, idiot frat boy routine long enough to give Jacob a chance. They’d be good together.
“I spent all of this time getting dressed-”
“Just barely,” I interrupted.
“Excuse you,” she snapped. “Do you have any idea how much time and money I spent buying this dress?”
“Too much,” I fired back. “I don’t know why it’s so expensive to look so cheap.”
“Bitch!”
She turned in her kitten heels and stomped away. Jacob glanced back at me, and I gave him a reassuring nod.
“Thanks for that, Eliza,” he said.
“No worries. That one’s for free. It’ll cost you if you want me to break up with her for you.”
He gave me a half smile and wobbled a little as Gordy’s knees buckled on him again.
“Don't you have to break up with this guy first?”
“I did. Why do you think he got so drunk?”
Jacob’s eyes flashed with surprise and then guilt. I felt sorry for him. It wasn’t his fault. The heart wants what it wants, I guess. And, even I could understand the appeal. Hadn’t I been impressed, at first, by the free-spirited jock? The uniform, well, that sealed the deal for me. Could I be mad at him for feeling the same way?
“Don’t worry about it. Even if you hadn’t been interested in Gordy, I would still break up with him. He’s an idiot, and I want more.”
“Yeah, he’s an idiot. But I don’t –”
“There’s no use in denying it. I know Jacob, and I’m cool with it. I just hope you get your shit together and dump the bimbo so you two can have a chance.”
Jacob looked at me intently, as if he were deciding whether or not it was worth opening up to me.
“She's not a bimbo, she’s just frustrated. It’s my fault. I’m not a very good boyfriend in that department.”
“Whatever you say, man. Here comes your ride,” I said, pointing to the car pulling up to the curb.
“Hey, he’s not going to barf, is he?” the driver asked before unlocking the doors.
“No, he’s good, he won’t vomit. I just want to get him home,” Jacob said, helping Gordy into the back seat and then getting in with him.
“Get home safe,” I called out.
“You too,” he said.
I’m still not sure if delivering a drunk ex-boyfriend into the arms of his future gay lover is considered a good deed or not but I felt positive about it. It was just after ten o’clock at night, and I was far from sleepy. Instead of calling another ride for myself, I decided to walk home. It wasn’t very far and the evening was mild. Thankfully, I’d decided against wearing high-heels. The sensible flats that I wore were perfect for walking.
After nearly a year in Boston, I still felt like a stranger. I still walked around the city like a tourist, wide-eyed and curious. I came here to go to s
chool, but increasingly, I was wondering if that was my true calling. I wasn’t failing. In fact, I was doing quite well in all of my studies. I just didn’t feel any excitement about studying law. Not like I once did. In the beginning, I chose the law because I was excited by the idea of being able to help people. Increasingly, I realized that money was the only thing that truly helped people.
I pulled the heavy combs out of my hair and let my fine locks fall. I dropped the two, antique combs into my purse and shook my head. I’d inherited my wispy, fine, blonde hair from my father. Kearney kids, for the most part, were all either red-heads or blondes. It was a trick of nature that even those with brunette partners still ended up with red-headed children.
I stopped to grab a slice of pizza from Nino’s, a tiny hole in the wall that served large, thick slices of gooey pizza from a take-out window. I’d become an expert at not dropping grease on her shirt over the last few months. I ate slowly, people watching, and feeling very content with myself. Breaking up with Gordy felt like putting down a huge weight. It was one part of my life where I could say I was at peace.
As I approached the park, I received a text message. I stopped to check it. It was Jacob.
“Thanks,” the message read, and a picture of him, with Gordy hugging his neck, appeared on the screen. I still didn’t know how I was supposed to feel, but I smiled.
“You move fast,” I wrote back.
“Tomorrow isn’t promised,” he replied. I put my phone back in my pocket and made my way across the street to the park.
It was the only “desolate” stretch of my walk home, but it didn’t feel dangerous. This was a good neighborhood, and the entirety of the park was well lit. There was a play area for small children, basketball courts, and a hill where I often watched people picnic and fly kites. As I mounted the hill I could see my building right across the street. I looked up at the moon which seemed to be hanging especially low.
If I knew then what I know now, I would have run home and locked my door. I’m not sure that it would have made much of a difference, but it would have been something. Instead, like an idiot, I stood on the hill. I looked up at the moon and the stars and thought to myself, “They look so close I feel like I can reach out and touch them.”
The moon, it seemed, grew brighter and then pulsed several times. I felt hypnotized watching it, and vaguely remember thinking that I needed to get my eyes checked. And then there was a blinding flash of light. I felt the heat of the light on my skin and the disorientation of weightlessness. I felt hazy and serene for a few moments until the light began to fade and I realized that I was ten feet off of the ground. Terror invaded my mind, and I opened my mouth to scream, but I never got the chance. I lost consciousness at that point.
When I woke up, I was in what looked like a giant plexiglass jar. I tried to get my bearings but still felt a little sedated. The room was empty except for a scary looking examining table in the corner. As upsetting as that was, the view in front of me was much worse.
It was Earth.
I was looking down at the Earth.
I stifled a scream and tried to take deep breaths to avoid passing out again. The air tasted like it was canned and it grated against the back of my throat.
I couldn’t tell how far away I was, but I could see that large swaths of land were burning. It looked like satellite images of wildfires, only I knew these weren’t wildfires. There was only one explanation that made sense, and it was the one that I was least likely to accept.
Aliens and monsters were all fairytales. I’d never believed any of the crazy stories that I’d heard about abduction and government conspiracies. The world had enough real-life enemies without making up new ones from outer space. But what other explanation did I have?
I was pretty sure that there weren’t any governments on Earth that had the capability to abduct people and then unleash worldwide devastation. And even if there were, why would they abduct me? This was a mistake. I wasn’t anybody important or special. Maybe I didn’t need to be. Maybe they just wanted a specimen, like an animal in a zoo. Or maybe they wanted to use me for sport and conduct a human hunt.
My head spun with all of the horrible possibilities, and being stuck in a jar, staring into the silence of space, watching a global battle ensue didn’t help matters at all. Neither did the scary chrome examination table in the corner. I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I fought them back. I would not cry. I would not scream. I would not beg. I was a Kearney, and we were nothing if not cool under pressure.
It took a few moments before I realized that the little twinkling lights that I saw were explosions. My planet, for whatever it was worth, wasn’t going down without a fight. I imagined little spaceships full of green, slimy creatures exploding as we launched missiles and drones and anything else we had at the invaders. I admit to a little bit of savage pride at the thought.
Then I thought of my dad and my brother, hoping that the fact that we lived in the middle of nowhere was a blessing in disguise. I thought about Tiffany’s horny and delusional ass, and I hoped that she made it to safety. And finally, I thought about Gordy and Jacob. It wasn’t often that you had the chance to find somebody who knew what an idiot you were and still loved you. I would hate to think that this was their last night together.
I felt powerless. I needed to be down there, with my people, helping people get to safety. Logically, I knew I’d be no more useful down there than I was up here, trapped in a bottle, but at least I wouldn’t feel so useless.
I let the first tear fall from my eyes as I watched the lights flicker faster and faster, in clusters over heavily populated regions.
“It is leaking. Why does it leak? Does it require assistance?” said a voice that sounded eerily like Siri.
“What?”
“It leaks. Why?” the voice asked again, this time a little more insistent.
“I’m not leaking. I’m crying, you asshole,” I growled.
There was silence after that. And then a flutter of movement alerted me to the fact that I was not, in fact, alone in this room. And that was the most terrifying thought of them all.
TWO
When I first saw him, I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or scream. He was humanoid. That was comforting. There was at least a chance that he wouldn’t eat me. But the flaming red eyes and hair gave him away as distinctly not human. He wore what looked like a uniform made of an iridescent hide and his movements reminded me much more of one of the big game cats than of a human. He walked on two legs, but something told me he would be just as comfortable on all fours. His pupils contracted and dilated several times to adjust to the changes in light.
When he spoke, again and again, it was an electronic female voice that I heard.
“It is in pain?’
His expression was unreadable. I mean, how do you know whether the predator in front of you is smiling at you or leering at lunch? The tough guy approach seemed to be the best option here. I certainly wasn’t prepared to be a damsel in distress, crying and begging for my life. I put on my fiercest scowl and looked him in his eyes, thanking my lucky stars that there were only two.
“Why don’t you let me out of this bottle, and I’ll show you pain?”
“It wants to challenge me to combat?”
Red smirked, or something I assumed was a smirk, and I caught a flash of very white, too sharp teeth. The set of slightly elongated incisors did nothing to set my mind at ease, but once again I’d failed to look before I leapt, and now I was going to have to be 100% committed to this if I had any hope of survival.
He walked over to the bottle and leaned in, looking curiously at me. I admit, I wasn’t looking very powerful at the moment, but I wasn’t going to back down. He was standing close enough for me to get a good look and size him up. He was at least six feet, six inches. His arms and chest were broad and heavily muscled. His skin was a deep golden color with faint dark striped along his temples, shoulders and the backside of his arms. His entire body was
covered in a fine fuzz, the way newborn babies sometimes were. His nose was flatter than human noses and turned up into tiny slits at the corners. I could tell by the way those flaps opened and closed as he breathed that he was sniffing the air. He was trying to catch my scent. Again, the fear of being eaten became real.
Who picks a fight with their dinner?
“I accept your challenge. If you win, I will return you to your people. If I win you will submit to me,” he said. Or rather, Siri said.
“Deal,” I said.
He cocked his head to the side as if he were listening to something that I couldn’t hear and then slowly nodded. Nodded? I was definitely in trouble. I had no weapon and no idea how I was going to defend myself against a giant cat-man. As he turned to walk away, I caught sight of his tail. I mean a real tail. It was long like a housecat with a metal barb tied to the end. I couldn't’ be sure, of course, but it didn’t look like it was purely decorative either.
“Well,” I thought “at least he plans to kill me before he eats me.”
As he disappeared from view the bottle that trapped me lifted. The smell of the room was slightly antiseptic, like an operating room in a hospital. It occurred to me that this might be a science vessel and I just picked a fight with the “man” whose job it was to dissect me.
From the darkness, somebody threw me a large metal barb, much like the one on the alien’s tail. It was large enough to put my forearm inside, and I lashed it to my wrist and elbow. At least, that seemed like the best way to use it, since I was fresh out of three-foot long tails.
“Prepare yourself,” said Siri. I never knew I could hate the sound of that bitch’s voice so much.
I worked quickly, tying the weapon to my arm. It wasn’t as heavy as it should have been, yet it was clearly solid. The tip, however, was razor sharp. I slipped my right arm inside because, let's face it, my aim with my left arm remains crap. I secured it with straps made of the same iridescent hide that the alien wore. As I stood to fight, I could feel the metal heat against my skin. For a moment I thought I felt it contract, drawing closer to my skin to fit more snuggly. I couldn’t afford to examine that sensation any deeper.
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