ROMANCE: ALIEN ROMANCE: Captured by the Alien Dragon (Alpha Male Alien Abduction BBW Romance) (Bad Boy Shifter Fantasy Romance)

by Natalie Frost

  “This will be your most important assignment,” her father said turning back to her.

  “What is it?” she asked, trying to keep her voice from reflecting her fear.

  Her father looked at the men momentarily before turning his attention back to her. “It’s best if you see for yourself,” he said reaching once again for his key card.

  When he unlocked the door and pushed it open, he waited for Nicole to step forward before entering the room. They walked in together and what she saw in front of her filled her with a paralyzing fear. She wanted to scream, to turn and run, and to never look back, but she couldn’t.

  It was a dragon—the enormous, scale-covered, winged and fanged beast in front of her was a dragon! The animal attempted to lunge forward in their direction, but its motion was cut short by the chains wrapped around its massive legs. Stopping just short of where Nicole and her father were standing, the dragon let a puff of smoke flow from its nostrils and fill the air with a hot, heavy steam.

  Nicole tried to fight off the dizzy feeling that was washing over her but she couldn’t. The harder she stared at the animal, the more the room around her began to spin. She felt her legs go numb, and her skin became clammy. She felt a cold shiver run over her, despite the heat that was now floating around the room, and in a heap, she collapsed to the ground. As her vision became blurry, she saw the beast staring down at her, his eyes fixed on hers. She tried to keep herself awake, but she couldn’t.

  The last thing she remembered was her dad’s disappointed sigh as he lifted her off the ground and carried her out of the room.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  When she regained consciousness, Nicole was laying on the floor in the conference room, her father pacing back and forth in front of her, and the two men who had joined them on the tour sitting in their respective seats at the table.

  “I don’t know why I expected anything more from her,” her father was saying under his breath. “She’s too weak for this,” he said turning to face his colleagues. “She can’t do it.”

  “I can,” she said sitting up. The three faces turned to look at her, concern written on the two men’s she had just met, but disappointment on her father’s. “Let me try again, I can do it!” she tried to convince herself as much as them.

  “Nicole,” her father’s tone was harsh. “Haven’t you done enough for one day?” She knew what he was really saying—“Haven’t you embarrassed me enough for one day?”

  Pushing herself up to her feet, Nicole straightened out her pants, readjusted her shirt and looked at him determinedly. “I want to try again,” she said firmly.

  “Give her a chance, Juan,” the younger man who had taken the time to explain each specimen to her said to her father.

  He turned to look at the person who was addressing him. “If you think she can do it, you take her, Allen,” he said to him. “I’ll be in my office.” And with that, he stormed out of the room, not looking back to Nicole or the man who was now standing to lead her back to the specimen holding area.

  “Come along, then,” he said as he waited for her to follow him. “I’m Allen, by the way,” he formally introduced himself.

  “Thank you for taking me back, Allen,” Nicole said smiling up at him.

  “Of course,” he replied as he slid his key through the card reader and waited for the door to open.

  As they walked down the long hall towards the large metal door, Nicole had to take deep breaths to keep herself from becoming overwhelmed and dizzy again. She knew what was going to be waiting for her this time, and she made sure she was completely prepared to face it by the time Allen pushed the door open and stepped inside.

  She followed him in, keeping her gaze fixed on the ground in front of her. The room wasn’t as warm as it was the first time. Did something in the air change, or was the cold rush of nerves about to overtake her again? She lifted her chin, although her eyes were still squeezed shut and counted slowly to five before opening them.

  What she saw in front of her almost sent her into a new fit of panic, but not because it was the same horrifying beast she saw before—because it wasn’t. Standing in the center of the room was a man. He was completely naked and his body was perfectly chiseled. He had dark, almost jet-black hair and deep green eyes that seemed to pierce right through her.

  Nicole felt a rush of emotions—fear, surprise, and embarrassment. She was afraid because she knew what the man really was; she was surprised because she didn’t expect to see what she did, and she was embarrassed because she found him to be very attractive, and his nakedness made her face flush red.

  “I’m sorry if I scared you before,” the man said, stepping forward slowly. The chains that were once wrapped around the giant legs of a dragon were now lying on the floor, too large to keep him restrained.

  As he stepped towards her, she stepped back. “You…” she started, her words coming out in barely a whisper. “You speak English?”

  “I suppose I do,” he said shrugging and smiling at her kindly. “My name is Amias,” he said holding out his hand.

  “I’m Nicole,” she said slowly placing her hand in his. When their skin touched she felt the room become warm again, but this time she was sure that it was her nerves that caused her to feel flushed.

  “That’s an interesting name,” he said tilting his head to the side.

  She couldn’t help but laugh a little. “And Amias isn’t?”

  “Now that the introductions are over,” Allen said stepping forward and placing his hand on Nicole’s shoulder, “we should get to work.”

  “Get to work?” she asked turning to him.

  “I have to show you how to collect the samples.”

  “Oh,” she said confused. “We’re going to do that today?”

  “We have to get started as soon as possible,” he explained. “Especially with this one,” he said gesturing to Amias.

  For a split second, she had forgotten that he was an alien—that he was a specimen that she was to study and research. Turning back to look at the man she felt bad. She didn’t want to subject him to experiment after experiment and test after test. “It’s okay,” he leaned in and whispered in her ear before walking over and taking a seat on the bench in the corner of the room.

  Allen exited the room, returning just seconds later with a bag and a clipboard. “You materials are stored in the closet just to the left of the door,” he explained as he walked over to where Amias was sitting.

  Nicole followed him cautiously across the room. She watched as he pulled out one item after the next from his bag and explained to her what she was to use them for. Throughout the entire process, Amias sat quietly, staring at her and not taking his eyes from her face. Whenever she looked at him, she got the feeling that he was reading her somehow—that he was looking deep inside her and seeing her inner thoughts.

  When Allen handed her a long syringe and instructed her to take the specimen’s blood she felt a ping of guilt surge through her. She took the needle in her hand and ran her finger along the inside of Amias’ arm. When she plunged the needle into his vein, she kept her eyes on her work and resisted the urge to look at him with concern to make sure he was all right.

  Silently, she scolded herself for her feelings. She couldn’t help but find him attractive—not just physically either. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way he looked at her, and the way he had tried to comfort her earlier. It was like he knew what she was feeling, and he wanted to make her feel better—she was the one who was going to be examining him, and yet he worried about how she felt.

  When Allen finished showing her how to collect all her samples, they collected their things to leave. “Nice to meet you, Nicole,” Amias called out to her as she exited the room.

  She turned to watch the door between them slam shut. Reading the warning again, she turned to Allen. “He doesn’t seem dangerous to me,” she said as they walked down the long hall.

  “Don’t let him fool you,” Al
len said to her over his shoulder. “You saw what he really is. Do you really think something like that wouldn’t hesitate to turn on you if given the chance?”

  She didn’t answer; instead, she tried to let his words sink in. He was right—Amias wasn’t just the man she met that made her feel drawn to him, he was also the beast that terrified her. But she couldn’t believe that he was dangerous; she couldn’t believe that he would hurt her.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The next day, as she made her way down the long hall, working with each of the different specimens as she did, Nicole felt a growing sense of nervousness form in her stomach the closer she got to Amias’ large, metal door.

  When she reached the end of the hallway, she took a deep breath before running her key through the card reader. Pushing the door open slowly, she entered the room, keeping her eyes locked on the ground in front of her.

  “Good morning,” she mumbled under her breath.

  “Good morning, Nicole,” Amias responded cheerfully.

  She didn’t look up at him still, but moved across the room to the bench he had been sitting on the day before and waited for him to join her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was wearing clothes. This helped to ease her nerves slightly. As he took his seat and rolled up the baggy sleeve of his oversized T-shirt, she let her eyes slowly meet his. Again, he looked at her with the same piercing look as the day before.

  “I’m going to start with the blood sample,” she said as she turned her face away from him quickly and began rummaging through her bag.

  “You’re very nervous,” he said to her calmly.

  “I’m still new,” she replied, trying to excuse her clumsy movements and awkward gestures.

  “Is that really it?” he asked as she turned back to him and wiped the spot on the inside of his arm with an alcohol swab.

  “What do you mean?” she asked him, trying not to let his constant stare fluster her.

  Before she could reach back into her bag for the syringe, he grabbed her hand and held it tightly. The contact of his skin to hers once again filled her with a warm sensation, one that made her face turn red and her heart start to race. “You’re attracted to me, aren’t you?” he asked the question bluntly, almost as if he were saying it, not asking it.

  “What?” she asked, suddenly very flustered. She stepped back quickly, and pulled her hand from his, rupturing their connection.

  “Wait,” he said standing to his feet and walking closer to her. “I didn’t mean to be rude or straightforward,” he shifted his weight nervously as he looked down at her. “My question was out of line. You don’t have to answer it.”

  He turned away and returned to his seat on the bench, holding out his arm and waiting for her to resume her work. “What made you ask?” she said as she moved towards him again and pulled the needle from her bag.

  He smiled up at her. “I just had a feeling,” he said.

  “Oh,” she nodded her head as she took his arm in her hand and lined up the needle with one of his veins. As she pushed the point into his skin she could see face twist in an expression of discomfort. She made the process as quick as possible, apologizing as she pulled the needle from his arm.

  Her next sample, she knew, would be even more painful. She needed to collect a sample of his skin cells. As she scraped a fine layer off of his shoulder, his body twinged a little from the pain. “I’m really sorry,” she apologized again.

  “It’s not this that you’ll be sorry for in a few weeks,” he said under his breath.

  “What?” she asked feeling a sudden shiver of fear wash over her. She tried to keep focused, bagging her sample and starting her next test.

  “We’ll all be sorry soon,” he continued speaking softly.

  “What does that mean, Amias?” she asked him, stepping back and looking at him closely. The expression on his face was one of worry and concern.

  “My people,” he said looking up at her and meeting her gaze with his. “They’re coming.”

  “They’re coming,” she repeated the words slowly. “You mean they’re coming to Earth?”

  “They’re coming here,” he said grabbing her hands suddenly and pulling her down so that she was kneeling in front of him. He let his eyes burn into hers. “You have to understand, Nicole,” he said his words deliberately. “I need to escape. I need to go to them.”

  She furrowed her brow as she tried to understand his words. “What will happen when they get here?”

  “At this point, I have no way of knowing for sure. But I know that if, when they arrive, they find that I’ve been taken captive, it won’t be good—for either side.”

  “Sides?” she asked. The way he was speaking made it sound like he was talking about a war.

  “My people,” he continued looking at her intensely, “they’re peaceful—we’re peaceful. We really are. But, you have to understand. Our planet was destroyed. Our lives were ruined. We have no home; we have nowhere to go. We’ve spent months searching for a place to settle. We came to Earth because the climate is similar to our own. We just want to live peacefully!”

  “But you can’t…” she started.

  “We can’t because your people have made it perfectly clear that we are not welcomed here, except to be subjected to tests and experiments.” His words sent a rush of guilt running through her. She looked quickly at her bag, holding in it the tools and charts she used to collect her samples. She shifted her eyes down to the gray, stone floor, feeling embarrassed. “Don’t,” he said to her lifting her chin and looking deep into her eyes. “I know you are only doing what they ask of you.”

  Again, his ability to almost read her thoughts and react to her feelings took her by surprise. She wanted to question it, to ask if he had some secret ability they didn’t know about, but she needed to keep her focus on the conversation they were currently having. “So, when they get here, and they find that we have you in holding here…”

  “They’ll be forced to take action. We are a very united people. We don’t like to use force, but if it comes to protecting ourselves or one of our own, we will do what it takes.”

  His words seemed to hang in the air and fall down on her slowly, weighing on her. She wanted to help him—to let him go to his people. But she couldn’t. She had to do her job—she had to make her father happy. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly as she stood up and pulled her hands back from his. “I wish there was something I can do, but there isn’t.”

  She began to collect her things and make her way for the door to leave. Amias pushed himself up quickly and ran to cut her off. “You can do something, Nicole,” he said. “You can help me escape.”

  She pushed past him without looking up. “I’m sorry, Amias. I can’t help you.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  “No, Nicole,” Allen said peering down at the samples she had collected. “These aren’t right,” he concluded standing upright and turning to face her.

  “I tried,” she started. “I’m sorry, I really did try.”

  “Obviously not hard enough,” she heard her dad mutter under his breath.

  “I can redo them,” she offered. “Give me a chance, please! I’ll do them right this time.”

  Allen looked past her to her dad, who was standing behind her, his overbearing presence looming over her. “What do you say, Juan?” he asked him.

  Her father let out an exhausted sigh. He placed his hand on Nicole’s shoulder and spun her around forcefully so that she was facing him. He leaned in so that his face was just inches from hers. “One more chance,” he said to her between gritted teeth.

  Even though it was late, and everyone else had gone home, Nicole stayed to once again make her rounds and collect her samples. The hours crept by, and the harder she tried to focus on what she was doing, the more tired she became. When she reached the room holding Specimen 91-33—the mountain lion—she stepped back quickly, her eyes fixed on the large animal in front of her. Allen was right, at night there is no doubt
as to whether the animal was from Earth or not.

  It was three times as large as normal, and its fangs had quadrupled in size. It paced around its room slowly. When it caught sight of Nicole through the glass window, it stopped and turned to face her. She reached quickly to the right of the glass and pressed a small red button. The button released a sleeping gas into the room, and within a matter of seconds, the creature lay down on the ground and its breathing became heavy and deep.

  Nicole quickly collected her readings and ran her tests on Specimen 91-33; knowing that she only had 20 minutes before the gas would wear off and the animal would wake up. When she had recorded the last of the figures on her chart and collected her final sample, she quickly returned her belongings to her bag and hurried out of the room.