Alpha’s Obsession

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by Rose, Renee


  Zandians—his species—never lied.

  “I was not seeking a lifemate for you, I found the best female for producing your offspring. If you wish to find a mate, I will search the databases for the female most compatible to your personality and lifestyle preferences after you have bred. But this is the one you must breed. And now, during the traditional Zandian breeding season.”

  He closed his eyes and shook his head. The breeding season didn’t matter. For one thing, they weren’t on Zandia—weren’t affected by her moons, or her atmosphere. For another, he wouldn’t be breeding with a Zandian female coming into cycle.

  But Daneth was like a sharkhound on a hunt—he wouldn’t stop until the stated goal had been reached. He’d been his father’s physician and had served on Zander’s council as a trusted advisor since the day they’d evacuated Zandia during the Finn’s takeover. He’d been only fourteen sun-cycles then. He’d spent the last fifteen sun-cycles working every day on his plan to retake his planet. He’d settled in Ocretia where he’d amassed a small fortune through business and trade, making connections and preparing resources, training for war.

  “I will take care of everything. I will purchase her and bring her here until you impregnate her. Once it’s done, you can send her away. I’m certain you’ll be satisfied with the results. The program is never wrong.”

  “She’s human. And a slave. You know I don’t believe in keeping slaves.”

  “So set her free when she’s served you.” Lium, his tactical engineer spoke.

  “A slave will have to be imprisoned. Guarded. Disciplined.”

  “She’s beautiful. Would it be such a hardship to have this woman chained in your bedroom?” This from Erick, his trade and business advisor.

  Beautiful? He looked again at the holograph. The female looked filthy, with dirt covering her hands and cheeks, her unkempt hair pulled back and secured at her nape. But upon closer inspection, it seemed Erick was right. She was pretty—for a human. Her tangled hair was an unusual copper color and wide-set green eyes blinked at the imager that had captured her likeness. A smattering of light freckles dusted her golden skin. She wore drab shapeless work garments, but when Daneth hit a command to remove the clothing and predict the shape of her naked body, it appeared to be in perfect proportion—round, firm breasts, wide hips, long, muscular legs. His horns and cock stiffened in unison.

  Veck.

  He hadn’t had that reaction to a female of another species before. He’d only grown hard looking at old holograms of naked or scantily clad Zandian females from the archives.

  For the love of Zandia.

  He didn’t want a human. He wanted the impossible—one of his own species, or if not, then a female of a species that was superior to his own, not inferior.

  “Why do you suppose her genes are best? What else do you know about her?”

  “Well, there’s this.” Daneth flashed up a holograph of a human man, dressed in combat gear, a lightray gun in his hand, blood dripping from his forehead. “He was her father, a rebel warrior who fought in the last human uprising before her birth. He may have even led it.”

  “Hmm.” He made a noncommittal sound. His species were warriors, why would he need the human genome for that? “What about her mother?”

  “Not much to be found. She’s still alive—they’re together now, working on Earth-based plant and food growth production. Keeping their heads down, is my guess. The data about her father isn’t in the Ocretion database file. My program gene-matched to give me that information. I’m surprised the Ocretions don’t do more gene study.”

  “I’ll probably split her in two the first time I use her. Humans aren’t not built for Zandian cocks.”

  “The program can’t be wrong.”

  He sighed. “Is she even for sale?”

  “No, but you are a highly-esteemed royalty and unofficial ambassador from Zandia. I’m sure she can be purchased for the right price.” Daneth referred to his position on the United Galaxies. Since the Finns were not recognized by the UG due to their genocidal practices, Zander served as the Zandian ambassador. Not that it did much good. No one on the UG was willing to put their resources behind him to overthrow the Finns.

  He made a grumbling sound in his throat. “Fine. But don’t spend too much. Our resources are needed for recruiting soldiers.”

  “Your offspring are top priority. Even over the war plans,” Seke said. The male didn’t speak often, and when he did, it always had a definitive ring to it, as if his word was the last and only word.

  “As you wish. I’ll breed her. But if she doesn’t survive the first coupling, her death is on all of you.”

  Daneth chuckled. “Humans aren’t that weak.”

  ~.~

  Lamira crouched beside the row of tomato plants and flicked a bug off the leaf before anyone saw it. The Ocretion foremen always wanted to spray the plants with their chemicals at the first sign of any bugs, even though it had been proven to harm the plants.

  Her stomach rumbled. The tomatoes looked so juicy. She longed to just pluck one and pop it into her mouth, but she’d never get away with it. She’d be publicly flogged or worse—shocked. The fresh Earth-based fruits and vegetables they cultivated were only for Ocretions. Human slaves had to live on packaged food that wasn’t fit for a dog.

  Still, her life was far better than it might be in another sector, as her mother always reminded her. They lived in their own tent and had little contact with their owners after work hours.

  It might be worse. She could be a sex slave like the sister she’d never met, her body used and abused by men every day. After the Ocretions took her sister, her father had led a human uprising, which had resulted in his death. Her mother, pregnant with Lamira, had been picked up by slave smugglers and sold to the agrifarm. Her mother had been careful to hide her beauty and taught her to do the same, keeping mud on her face and hair and wearing clothes that were too big. They hunched when they walked, ducked their heads when addressed, and kept their eyes lowered. Only in their own ragged tent did they relax.

  “You, there—Lamira.” A guard called her name.

  She hunched her shoulders and looked up.

  “The director wants to see you.”

  Her heart thudded in her chest. What had she done? She was careful, always careful. By the age of seven her mother had taught her to distinguish what was real—what others knew—and what was claircognizance. She’d learned to keep her mouth shut for fear she’d slip up and say something she knew about someone without having been told. Had she made a mistake? If she had, it would mean certain death. Humans with special traits—anything abnormal or special—were exterminated. The Ocretions wanted a population they could easily control.

  She dropped the bushel of tomatoes and walked up to the main building, showing the barcode on her wrist to the scanner to gain admittance. She’d never been in the administration building before. An unimpressive concrete slab, it felt as cold and dreary inside as it looked from the outside. One of the guards jerked his head. “Director’s office is that way.”

  The gray concrete floors chilled her dirty bare feet. The director was a fat, pasty Ocretion female with ears that stuck straight out to the sides and cheeks as paunchy as her belly. Beside her sat a male of a species she didn’t recognize.

  “Lamira.” The director said her name, but didn’t follow with any instructions.

  She stood there, not sure what to do. She tried for a curtsy.

  The humanoid male stood up and circled her. He appeared middle-aged and stood a head taller than a human, but unlike the doughy Ocretions, he was all lean muscle. Two small horns or antennae protruded from his head. “She’s in good health?”

  The director shrugged, looking bored. “I wouldn’t know.”

  The male lifted her hair to peer under her ponytail. He lifted her arms and palpated her armpits. His skin was purplish-peach, a nice hue—an almost human color. His interest in her seemed clinical, not sexual, more like a do
ctor or scientist.

  “What is this about?” she asked.

  The male raised an eyebrow, as if surprised she’d spoken.

  The director touched the fingertips of her four-fingered hands together. “They are not house-trained, the humans we keep here. They’re mainly used for outdoor agricultural work.”

  House-trained. What in the stars did that mean?

  He cupped her breasts and squeezed them.

  She jerked back in shock.

  “Stand still, human,” the director barked, picking up her shock-stick and sauntering over.

  Lamira froze and held her breath. She hated the shock-stick more than any other punishment. She’d heard if you get shocked enough, permanent paralysis or even death may result. In her case, she feared she might say something she shouldn’t while coming out of the daze from it.

  “I’ll take her. We’ll require a full examination to ensure her good health, of course, but if everything seems in order, I will pay for her.”

  The director folded her arms across her chest. “Well, we weren’t planning to sell her. I understand Prince Zander has a lot of influence with the United Galaxies, but—”

  “Two hundred steins.”

  Her breath caught. Surely they weren’t negotiating for her—for her life? What about her mother? Her plants? She couldn’t leave.

  “Three hundred fifty.”

  Her head swam and she swayed on her feet. No. This couldn’t be happening. Her claircognizance should have warned her about this, but it never worked in her favor—just told her meaningless things about other people. A true curse.

  “Done.” The male punched something into his wristband and a beep sounded on the director’s hand held communication device.

  The director looked down at it and smiled. “When do you want her?”

  The male gripped her upper arm. “I’ll take her now.” He bowed. “It was nice doing business with you.”

  She swung around to meet him, terror screaming in her chest. “I can’t—wait—”

  The male ignored her, pressing a device to the back of her neck.

  She felt a sting before everything went black.

  * * *

  HIS HUMAN SLAVE (Book One)

  COLLARED AND CAGED, HIS HUMAN SLAVE AWAITS HER TRAINING.

  Zander, the alien warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn to serve him as her one true master.

  Lamira has hidden her claircognizance from the Ocretions, as aberrant traits in human slaves are punished by death. When she’s bought by a Zandian prince for breeding and kept by his side at all times, she finds it increasingly harder to hide. His humiliating punishments and dominance awake a powerful lust in her, which he tracks with a monitoring device on her arousal rate. But when she begins to care for the huge, demanding alien, she must choose between preserving her own life and revealing her secret to save his.

  Other Titles by Renee Rose

  Paranormal

  Bad Boy Alphas Series

  Alpha’s Challenge

  Alpha’s Prize

  Alpha’s Danger

  Alpha’s Temptation

  Love in the Elevator (Bonus story to Alpha’s Temptation)

  Alpha Doms Series

  The Alpha’s Hunger

  The Alpha’s Promise

  The Alpha’s Punishment

  Other Paranormals

  His Captive Mortal

  Deathless Love

  Deathless Discipline

  The Winter Storm: An Ever After Chronicle

  Sci-Fi

  Zandian Masters Series

  His Human Slave

  His Human Prisoner

  Training His Human

  His Human Rebel

  His Human Vessel

  His Mate and Master

  Zandian Pet

  Their Zandian Mate

  The Hand of Vengeance

  Her Alien Masters

  Dark Mafia Romance

  The Russian

  The Don’s Daughter

  Mob Mistress

  The Bossman

  Contemporary

  Her Royal Master

  The Russian

  Black Light: Valentine Roulette

  Theirs to Protect

  Scoring with Santa

  Owned by the Marine

  Theirs to Punish

  Punishing Portia

  The Professor’s Girl

  Safe in his Arms

  Saved

  The Elusive “O”

  Regency

  The Darlington Incident

  Humbled

  The Reddington Scandal

  The Westerfield Affair

  Pleasing the Colonel

  Western

  His Little Lapis

  The Devil of Whiskey Row

  The Outlaw’s Bride

  Medieval

  Mercenary

  Medieval Discipline

  Lords and Ladies

  The Knight’s Prisoner

  Betrothed

  Held for Ransom

  The Knight’s Seduction

  The Conquered Brides (5 book box set)

  Renaissance

  Renaissance Discipline

  Ageplay

  Stepbrother’s Rules

  Her Hollywood Daddy

  His Little Lapis

  Black Light: Valentine’s Roulette (Broken)

  BDSM under the name Darling Adams

  Medical Play

  Yes, Doctor

  Master/Slave

  Punishing Portia

  About Lee Savino

  Lee Savino is a USA today bestselling author, mom and choco-holic.

  Warning: Do not read her Berserker series, or you will be addicted to the huge, dominant warriors who will stop at nothing to claim their mates.

  I repeat: Do. Not. Read. The Berserker Saga. Particularly not the thrilling excerpt below.

  Download a free book from www.leesavino.com (don’t read that, either. Too much hot sexy lovin’).

  Excerpt: Sold to the Berserkers by Lee Savino

  Sold to the Berserkers

  A ménage shifter romance

  By Lee Savino

  CHAPTER ONE

  The day my stepfather sold me to the Berserkers, I woke at dawn with him leering over me. “Get up.” He made to kick me and I scrambled out of my sleep stupor to my feet.

  “I need your help with a delivery.”

  I nodded and glanced at my sleeping mother and siblings. I didn’t trust my stepfather around my three younger sisters, but if I was gone with him all day, they’d be safe. I’d taken to carrying a dirk myself. I did not dare kill him; we needed him for food and shelter, but if he attacked me again, I would fight.

  My mother’s second husband hated me, ever since the last time he’d tried to take me and I had fought back. My mother was gone to market, and when he tried to grab me, something in me snapped. I would not let him touch me again. I fought, kicking and scratching, and finally grabbing an iron pot and scalding him with heated water.

  He bellowed and looked as if he wanted to hurt me, but kept his distance. When my mother returned he pretended like nothing was wrong, but his eyes followed me with hatred and cunning.

  Out loud he called me ugly and mocking the scar that marred my neck since a wild dog attacked me when I was young. I ignored this and kept my distance. I’d heard the taunts about my hideous face since the wounds had healed into scars, a mass of silver tissue at my neck.

  That morning, I wrapped a scarf over my hair and scarred neck and followed my stepfather, carrying his wares down the old road. At first I thought we were headed to the great market, but when we reached the fork in the road and he went an unfamiliar way, I hesitated. Something wasn’t right.

  “This way,
cur.” He’d taken to calling me “dog”. He’d taunted me, saying the only sounds I could make were grunts like a beast, so I might as well be one. He was right. The attack had taken my voice by damaging my throat.

  If I followed him into the forest and he tried to kill me, I wouldn’t even be able to cry out.

  “There’s a rich man who asked for his wares delivered to his door.” He marched on without a backward glance and I followed.

  I had lived all my life in the kingdom of Alba, but when my father died and my mother remarried, we moved to my stepfather’s village in the highlands, at the foot of the great, forbidding mountains. There were stories of evil that lived in the dark crevices of the heights, but I’d never believed them.

  I knew enough monsters living in plain sight.

  The longer we walked, the lower the sun sank in the sky, the more I knew my stepfather was trying to trick me, that there was no rich man waiting for these wares.

  When the path curved, and my stepfather stepped out from behind a boulder to surprise me, I was half ready, but before I could reach for my dirk he struck me so hard I fell.

  I woke tied to a tree.

  The light was lower, heralding dusk. I struggled silently, frantic gasps escaping from my scarred throat. My stepfather stepped into view and I felt a second of relief at a familiar face, before remembering the evil this man had wrought on my body. Whatever he was planning, it would bode ill for me, and my younger sisters. If I didn’t survive, they would eventually share the same fate as mine.

  “You’re awake,” he said. “Just in time for the sale.”

  I strained but my bonds held fast. As my stepfather approached, I realized that the scarf that I wrapped around my neck to hide my scars had fallen, exposing them. Out of habit, I twitched my head to the side, tucking my bad side towards my shoulder.

 

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