Alien Romance: Astral Mates Complete Series (Book 1 - 4): Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Invasion Romance, Alien Romance)

by Chloe Joel

  “Person is fine.”

  She smiled at him, “No, I mean your name.”

  “Oh, I’m Samson.”

  “That’s a really nice name. You know, on this planet, it’s actually the name of one of the strongest humans to ever live.”

  “Really?”

  Ashley laughed a little, then moaned as the pain coursed through her head. “Sure. If you have the time, I’ll tell you the story. I guess, it isn’t your real name.” She said as he sat down.

  “No, it was picked for me before my arrival here.”

  For the next 30 minutes, Ashley told him the story of Samson and Delilah. He had a lot of questions, which she responded to with her own honest answers. She told him that while she didn’t believe some of the elements of the tale, Ashley believed that there was some truth to it. There really had been a man named Samson who was a mighty warrior who gave his life for what he believed in. By the end of the conversation, Samson was transfixed.

  “Wow, I don’t think I am worthy of the name.”

  Ashley reached a hand out and touched his arm, and he immediately pulled back.

  “I’m so sorry! Is that offensive where you come from?”

  Samson looked at her, a hurt expression on his face.

  She tried to smile, “I’m not going to seduce you or anything. Humans do that to try to reassure each other. Don’t worry, I don’t want to cut your hair or anything.”

  The servant gave her a faint smile.

  “Besides,” she continued settling further into the bed, “the name fits you perfectly. You put up with that horrible Martin every day. I’ve seen the way he treats others, and it’s just not right.”

  Samson rose so fast that the chair shot back against the wall. “Martin is one of the best men I have ever met. He has saved planets time and again even after…” he stopped. “After everything that he has been through.”

  Ashley gave him a look, “It’s ok, you don’t have to pretend to like him. I won’t tell him how you feel.”

  Samson moved back toward the door, “I am not pretending,” his tone sounded like he had been slapped in the face. “I have to go.” With that, he was gone before she could respond.

  A few minutes later, the door crashed open and Martin was standing there, a furious look on his face. “Can you not try for one damn day of your life not to upset someone. Just one day. Samson is a good man and a decent warrior. I have no idea what you did to him, but he tried to cut off his ears. If I hadn’t been standing…” he took one look at the shock on Ashley’s face and he stopped. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he started again, “From now on, it looks like I will have to take care of you myself.”

  When she regained her composure, Ashley replied, “So you’ve made your men so terrified of you that just hearing something bad about you sets them into a self-mutilating frenzy.” Martin froze, which she took to be agreement with her accusation. “What kind of a leader brainwashes his soldiers like that?”

  In a split second, Martin was on top of her in the bed, the sound of the door echoing around the room. He grabbed her wrists and placed them over her, “You have no idea about anything. What you did was to insult him. He chooses every day to follow me. All of them do. To insult me is to insult everyone who follows me.”

  Ashley gasped out, “Is that what you want them to believe to keep them in line?”

  Tightening his grip on her wrists and squeezing her hips with his knees, “Where I come from – where all true civilizations in the universe come from – we don’t lead through fear and propaganda. It’s only the barbaric, selfish planets that control through fear and intimidation.”

  “Then what do you call what you’re doing right now?” She hissed up at him.

  “I call this getting a ruthless savage under control. Notice that, unlike your species, we don’t kill to accomplish that.”

  She leaned forward. The sudden flare in his eyes showed that he expected her to try to seduce him again. His lips curled up as she softly said, “Get off me.”

  Shock crossed his face, and he slightly lessened his grip. Ashley tried to get out of his grip, but he was too fast. His grasp became firmer, and she yelped.

  “Are you going to pretend now that you don’t want me? That you are too good because I am telling you the truth and you can’t stand it?”

  Her voice was almost a snarl as she responded, “You don’t need to worry, about me making a move ever again, alien.”

  His eyes went wide, and he clenched his jaw, but he said nothing.

  “You used me when I was injured to do what, conduct experiments?” His eyebrows drew in ever so slightly. “For weeks, I couldn’t figure out why you would keep me around when you clearly hated having me in your house. How many other people have you trapped in your house trying to figure out how we work? Judging us as intellectually inferior, barbaric, poorly bred creatures that are so far beneath you that you feel you can kill us and abduct us at will?” When he didn’t respond, she nearly shouted, “How many?”

  “That’s not what we are here to…”

  “I don’t give a shit what you are doing here. I don’t care what happens to you and your twisted belief about fate, destiny, and anything else. You clearly can’t stand the sight of me, so why don’t you let me go and I will leave you alone for good.”

  He blinked at her a couple of times, almost lost for words. All he could manage was, “I can’t do that.”

  “Ha! You mean you won’t do that. There is a fine difference between those two words, and you are using them wrong.”

  “I know the difference, and I mean I cannot let you go.”

  Ashley looked at him, her sneer turning into a frown, “Are you worried that I might tell people about you? Do you think that I’m going to go spreading the word that there’s an alien living around here? Do you know how crazy people will think I am if I did that?”

  “What?” He had a confused look on his face.

  “I’m not going to say a word about you to anyone, you have my promise about that, because if I came back into town with a story like that, they would think that I went crazy and killed my step-father.”

  “I already told you that I have already handled that with the proper authorities.”

  “And who exactly is that?” She tried to leer up at him.

  “The police. The human police in your town. I showed them the evidence, the syringe, your ankle, everything. They took care of it from there.”

  “You mean, you didn’t just try to hide the fact that you killed humans?”

  “Why would I?” A look of disgust marred his features, “We follow the rules of wherever we are living, as long as they don’t conflict with our missions or our conscience.”

  “Oh I’m so glad to hear your conscience will keep you in check. That’s great news for humanity.” She let her head flop to the side, unable to look at the loathsome man any more. To her relief, he got off of the bed and moved several steps back.

  “Go to sleep Ashley. You have a pretty serious head injury from your little stunt and…”

  “You threw me against the wall!”

  He gave her a look that immediately shut her up, “You put your knee into my face. What exactly did you think was going to happen?”

  “I was trying to get away from you and…”

  “Go to sleep Ashley. We can have this argument after you’ve gotten some sleep.”

  “Like I can sleep in your…”

  Martin closed his eyes and made an odd sound that Ashley instinctively knew was frustration, despite it being completely inhuman. “Do you want me to lie down with you again until you finally pass out?”

  “What? No way! I don’t ever want you to touch me again. Never.”

  For a moment, there was an intense look of hurt on his face, but it did not last long enough for her to more than register it.

  “Fine.” With that, he left the room and she fell asleep.

  It was dusk when she woke up.

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bsp; “I was just getting back onto a more normal sleep schedule,” she muttered into her pillow.

  “Then maybe you should learn to think before you…” he looked at her face and immediately stopped.

  “What are you doing lying on my bed?”

  “It’s my bed.”

  Ashley looked at him lounging on the foot of her bed, then rolled her eyes. Without a word, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, but she had learned enough to make sure that she was able to stand before moving too quickly.

  “Oh, there’s a surprise, you can learn. Well done.”

  Putting all of her attention on what she was trying to do, she chose to ignore the alien. Gingerly, she stood up. When she felt a bit of a head rush, she placed her hand on her temple and grabbed the back of a chair. It was then she noticed she was in an entirely different room than where she had been for the past few weeks.

  She turned to Martin, “Where am I?”

  His expression didn’t change as replied nonchalantly, “My room.”

  “What?” No longer caring about her injuries, her instincts told her to flee.

  “Have you figured out that you are finally whole now, or are you just being impulsive?” Martin asked from the bed.

  She didn’t turn to look at him as she reached the door. Reaching out for the handle, her hand hit wood. Frantically, she looked around for the door handle, but there was nothing. She began pressing against it, hoping it would open.

  Martin rolled back on the bed, placing his hands behind his head. “That’s not going to work.”

  “Then what will?” She didn’t even turn to look at him as she continued to press and knock.

  “Nothing you can do is going to get that door to open.” He said moving his feet. Soon, there was music playing, and despite the situation, she found herself moving in time to the rhythm, almost like it was made just for her. “Nice, isn’t it?”

  “What about the windows?” She moved across the room.

  “You won’t be able to get those open either.”

  She picked up a chair, but she wasn’t able to do more than get it off the floor before Martin grabbed it out of her hands.

  He grabbed her and forced her onto the bed, “How long are you going to keep this up? We have other things we are supposed to do.”

  Martin was standing over her. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” She scooted further onto the bed, trying to put distance between them.

  He moved closer, his knees touching the bed. “You are fully healed.”

  “And that means I should be leaving.”

  He began to unbutton his shirt. Ashley found that she couldn’t take her eyes off of him during the entire process. Unlike when he was feeding her though, he wasn’t smiling and he did not appear to take any pleasure in her inability to look away.

  As he pulled it off, she asked, “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like I’m doing.” He carefully hung the shirt up in the wardrobe.

  “It looks like you are stripping, but I know that cannot be possible. You’ve rejected me how many times now? And I finally feel the same way about you.” She tried to get off of the bed.

  Martin was around the bed and had her pinned down before she could get anywhere. “Are you seriously saying you don’t feel it? Are you going to continue to deny destiny?”

  “Are you insane? What kind of culture bases itself on something so infantile?”

  “As primitive as your mind is, even you have to have realized exactly what is going on here. Are you usually aggressive?”

  “I don’t know what I’m usually like because I’ve been controlled by my step-father most of my life.”

  “Have you ever been this attracted to anyone before?” He moved his hands to the bottom of her shirt. Before he could lift up, she grabbed his hands and tried to push him away. The shirt ripped.

  “I’ve had sex before, so clearly I have been attracted to someone else a lot.”

  Martin stopped moving and looked her directly in the eyes, the green in his flickered like a flame burning just under the surface of kindling. “Did you constantly stare at him? Whenever he was near you, did you try to force yourself on him, no matter what he told you?”

  “Well, no, he talked me into it because he said…”

  Martin sneered, “He told you that he loved you. See what I mean by primitive? It’s pathetic.” He undid the button on the top of his pants.

  “Stop that!” Ashley tried to twist and turn out from under him.

  “Are you serious?” There was a look of incredulity on his angelic features. A part of her brain was screaming the same thing, but after what he had just said, too much of her was offended to give into a desire that was increasingly diminishing. No good amount of handsomeness could make up for what he was doing now.

  “Get off me.” She looked him in the eye.

  “Why are you fighting me now? I’m giving everything you’ve been trying to get since you woke up, what every woman has been trying to take from me since I reached adulthood.”

  “You’re an alien!”

  He rocked back and sat on a chair half way across the room. Ashley didn’t see any reason to make a move because he would be able to stop her easily. She simply lay on the bed, pulling the covers over herself.

  “So you do care that we aren’t the same species.”

  “Of course I care! Who wouldn’t care?”

  He gave her an exasperated look, “Any woman from a world that actually understands reality and that finding the right person means going outside of your species. It’s how we’ve managed to thrive and repopulate places that were nearly lost to war.”

  Ashley rubbed a hand over her head and pressed her back into the header of the bed.

  Martin stood up, “Does that mean you are finally ready?” His voice dripped with sarcasm, “After all, I’m not nearly as experienced as you, and my interaction is usually with species that are at least capable of space travel.”

  “Hey! We’ve sent people into space,” Though she had never been interested in the field, the idea that anyone would look down on them because they hadn’t done more was infuriating.

  Martin moved over to his desk, clearly losing interest in the whole thing, “I said space travel, not launching yourself a few miles up in the air. It goes to show just how limited and undeveloped your people are.”

  “I’ll tell you what, if you can’t stand me this much, why not just let me go? You don’t want me, I don’t want you. We will both be happier forgetting that any of this ever happened.”

  Martin threw some papers on the desk and he whipped his head around to face her. “Are you that deaf?” He moved slowly around the bed, like a cat going around wounded prey. “I’ve told you that we were destined to be together. If I had any say in the matter, I would have dropped you at a hospital after what happened in the woods. Fixing weak humans is not what I’m here to do.”

  “Then why did you bother? You could have just ignored the screams and let me die. It’s not like you would have cared.”

  Martin kicked a chair to the side and continued to talk them. “That may be a choice for humans, but my kind doesn’t just leave people to die. It’s wrong.”

  “And what you’re doing isn’t?”

  “Ashley, despite the way we feel about each other, and believe me there are a few things that I would compare to this in terms of humiliation and…”

  “Then just let me go!” she shouted.

  Martin pinned her to the bed again, “Are you going to continue to deny it? Even though you are trying to reject me, look at how your body wants me.”

  To her horror, Ashley realized that she was leaning into him as he pushed her against the bed.

  Again, she looked him directly in the eyes, “I reject your destiny and your savage vindication for raping me. At least my step-father had the decency to acknowledge that he was trying to sell me against my will. You…” she almost spat the words- “you insult me and t
ell me that you don’t want to touch me, that it’s all part of a higher plan. If there was any shred of my interest in you, it’s gone now. On my planet, rape is rape, no matter what reason you give.”

  As soon as she started to compare him to her step-father, Martin quickly moved away from her, his hand covering his mouth. She sat up, the tattered shirt exposing her stomach. His eyes were automatically drawn to it as she spoke, but as soon as she was done, he moved to his dresser. Without a word, he pulled a shirt on and he went to the door.

  “Wait! Aren’t you going to let me go?”

  Martin opened the door and left without a word or a backward glance.

  Ashley rushed over to a chair and threw it against the window. It bounced back at her and clipped her shoulder as she ducked. For the next few hours, she desperately looked for a way out of the room without any luck.

  At one point, food was deposited through an opening on the wall. Ashley tried to stop the door from closing, but was not fast enough. As soon as it was closed, she could no longer see where it had been. There was a pill on the tray and a note that said it was for her shoulder.

  She spun around glaring at all the places that might have a camera. She threw the pill at a pile of stuff she had knocked off of the desk. If she couldn’t get out, she could wreck the place until he finally decided she wasn’t worth the trouble.

  She had no idea how much time had passed, but after so much tearing up the room, Ashley was too tired to keep going. It had been dark for hours. Placing a few chairs in front of the door, she lay down and fell asleep.

  Chapter 9

  When Ashley woke up the next morning, it took her a while to figure out where she was and remember what had happened. When she tried to get up, her shoulder reminded her that she was once again injured. Falling back on the bed, she cursed her luck. Her freedom had been non-existent, just her cage had changed.

  Looking around at the damage she had done the day before, Ashley decided that at least she had something to do today if she was going to be trapped in another room. At one point, she found the pill, and thought she was tempted to take it, the thing went in the trash.