Alien Alphas: Twenty-Three Naughty Sci-Fi Romance Novellas

by Grace Goodwin

“Men. I’d like to introduce you to Deputy Commander Aubrie Kent,” he began and every one of his men rose and pounded a fist over their hearts. Not a single one murmured a work of dissent.

  He’d fought and earned his place as their commander and they trusted him with their lives. They knew he would not lead them wrong, even if he brought a human woman into their ranks.

  She nodded her head in greeting toward the men and they bowed their heads in respect.

  “I’d also like to remind you all that she’s mine. No one is to lay a hand on her without my explicit permission,” he added with a growl. He watched as she smirked at his public ownership of her. If they were not in full view of the others, he’d spank that sassy response right out of her.

  A resounding “yes, sir” sounded throughout the room.

  “Set up communications with Earth. It’s high time we gift them the knowledge that they will never win the war against their alien enemies,” he said and the ranks within the command center laughed at his proclamation.

  In no time at all, a huge projection screen shown blue at the front of the room. Edagon maneuvered Aubrie so that she stood in the central view, with him directly beside her for support.

  A flustered-looking older man finally appeared on screen, clearly surprised to be woken up at whatever time it was over there back on Earth to have a chat with an enemy alien army. Edagon studied the man’s face as he watched him recognize Aubrie beside him.

  “President Rayne, it is nice to finally meet your acquaintance in an official capacity,” Aubrie began.

  The older man glared back at her, studying her before he hazarded a response.

  “Commander Kent, I believe? I had heard varying reports of your location after the battle you led. From deep space, to Minaria, to what appears to be the planet Venassathi now?” Rayne answered. Edagon was distinctly aware the man was skirting around information he already knew, that much was obvious.

  “I am distinctly aware of the assassination mission that was attempted on my life, President Rayne,” Aubrie snapped and Edagon had to remind himself to keep his expression blank. He wanted to laugh out loud with pride. This was his woman. His courageous little human.

  “Are you also aware that your team of men are currently awaiting interrogation in the Venassathi dungeons, President Rayne? Do you know how easily they were defeated once they arrived here?” she continued and he watched as the old human face drained of color. “I wonder what other information they may know, like the capacity of your campaign fund or the names of who has donated to your many charities...”

  She paused for a long moment.

  “Cease your attacks outside of your sector. As second in command here on Venassathi, it is well within my right to declare war on your planet. Commander Edagon here beside me has many allies and many weapons that would destroy Earth in a matter of seconds, should you attempt to take my life or any other lives from this moment on. You see, President Rayne, in my time here, I have learned that there are no alien lifeforms that have attacked Earth. We have nothing they want. They don’t need Earth. No one wants it.”

  “You’re talking nonsense,” Rayne interjected.

  “No, I don’t think so. Earth is the aggressor, which is different from everything we have ever been taught by you and your administration. You’ve lied to us all this time,” Aubrie said, her voice angry, but level and calm despite the war of emotions he knew had to be occurring inside her.

  “How could you possibly know this,” Rayne sputtered, his face even whiter than before.

  “I was the commander of the Earthen intergalactic space units, President Rayne. Despite my time as a commanding officer, I never once led a defense of the planet. I only attacked on the offensive, based on your expert information. This time, we made the mistake of attacking a peaceful nation based on false intel, the Venassathi, and have paid the price with the lives of good soldiers. After spending some time with their commander, it has been brought to my attention none of his allies want anything to do with Earth,” she finished and the older man glared back at her.

  “Now what did you actually want? Why send soldiers off to die, or women off to auction by the thousands? Why kill them at all?” she pressed further.

  The older man’s expression grew graver by the second.

  “Might you be thinning out the population from overbreeding? Ensuring there’s room on the space station for the rich elite such as yourself and your campaign contributors when the time comes to abandon our home planet, our precious overpopulated Earth?”

  Edagon smiled. She had put everything together. He couldn’t be more proud.

  Rayne blanched at her accusation.

  “I’ll kill you,” Rayne said fiercely, spittle flying from his lips.

  Edagon stepped forward, unable to keep silent any longer.

  “President Rayne, I suggest you not threaten an officer of Venassathi ever again. It will not end well for you. I find it disturbing that behind all this Earthen aggression is one sad little rich man trying to clear space for himself and his wealthy little friends,” Edagon said, unwilling to listen to anyone threaten his woman right in front of him.

  Clearing his throat, Edagon continued, “You see, I have a solution to this never-ending war you’ve propagated. I’m simply going to send a small legion to remove you from power. I’m also going to enlighten the group of men we’ve captured as to your true motives. Should Earth ever experience any actual aggression, aside from all the fictional attacks you’ve made up, the Venassathi will protect you, but your reign as president, Rayne, is sadly over. Expect us to arrive in a few days.”

  The old man sat silently in disbelief.

  “Oh, and President Rayne?”

  “Yes, Commander,” he responded blankly.

  “Have a nice day,” Edagon chuckled before the communication feed was severed.

  Edagon drew Aubrie back into his embrace. He laid her head on his shoulder and felt her body curl into him.

  “So, it’s true,” he murmured and she nodded into his shoulder.

  “In all my time as a commanding officer, I was never once called to battle to defend Earth from attack. All records I’d ever seen were written, along with a few scarce survivor accounts of the battles. My troops were always on the offensive, attacking with information gained from secret intelligence, which President Rayne always had a hand in. We never had any chance against our enemies, they were always too far advanced for our kind. Then, when I saw your files, something inside my head clicked. Slots on the Interstellar Space Station are usually reserved first for the military and then civilians levy to buy what’s left. I remembered seeing a log of new applicants to the space station come across my desk at one point. Now with your intel, I can honestly say every single one had donated to Rayne’s campaign.”

  At that moment, he could wait no longer to have her. His cock strained in his pants, his balls tightening as he envisioned sinking deep into her depths. He needed to take her, claim her as his, forever and for always.

  “Arrange for everything that has been discussed, men. Send a mission to remove Rayne from his role on Earth. Do it with minimal casualties.” He glanced at her and needed to possess her, to claim his brave woman. “Now everyone, get the fuck out of here,” he growled and a few men chuckled before they cleared out of the room, leaving him and Aubrie alone.

  Clenching his jaw, he reached down and unbuttoned her slacks, pushing them down over her hips. She kicked her shoes off and he shoved her backward so that her ass landed on the desk not far behind her.

  He didn’t ask for her permission. He would take her because he wanted her, because he owned her, because she was his, forever and for always. There wasn’t a single chance in hell he’d ever let his human go.

  Licking his lips, he admired the pink folds of her pretty little cunt before slamming his cock mercilessly in her entrance. He was rewarded with a deep throaty moan that escaped her throat and he grinned at his conquest.

  Taking her
as hard and fast as he liked, he groaned as her muscles tightened around him like a vise. She felt so good. He’d never be able to get enough of her.

  Leaning down, he kissed her as his hand slipped between her legs, finding her hard, needy little bud. He pinched it firmly.

  “Come, my little human,” he commanded.

  She broke apart beneath him, quaking and shivering with the pleasure he had rewarded her with. Her eyes opened, glazed and delirious with her desire.

  “You’re mine, Aubrie Kent.”

  “I’m yours,” she said with a smile. “I love you, sir.”

  “I love you too, Deputy Commander.”

  With a growl, he proceeded to make her come again and again. She was his woman and he would make sure she remembered it, each and every day of their lives together.

  The End

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  Their Zandian Mate by Renee Rose

  A Zandian Reverse Harem Romance

  Chapter One

  If this was prison, she’d stay forever.

  Her cell might very well be the finest in the galaxy. Eslyn curled up on a shimmering spider silk coverlet in shades of teal and turquoise and nursed her infant. Thankfully, she wasn’t in the dungeon in the belly of Prince Zander’s palatial pod, like her mates.

  Former mates.

  She didn’t claim any of those males, other than as the sires of her young. Stars, she was glad to be out of their hands and safe on the pod. Even if she was a prisoner to her room.

  A prisoner living in absolute luxury. Her chamber had a temperature-controlled floating cradle for her infant, complete with a one-way see-through cover that projected images of Zandian nature on the interior walls and played soothing music or simulated her heartbeat. Oh, and it was soundproof, so the squawks of her other children wouldn’t wake Sol, but his cries were piped out so she’d know if he needed anything.

  She also had her own washroom with a fully automated wash tube and adjoining sleeping quarters for her other three children, who’d been treated as royal guests.

  The door to her chamber beeped a warning and swished open. She lifted her head from a fluffy pillow, an expectant smile on her face. But it wasn’t one of her young, whom the prince had allowed to roam free on the pod while she remained under lockdown. Instead, the huge guard, who terrified the children with his scars and limp, loomed in the doorway.

  “Prince Zander wishes to see you now.” His deep voice made him seem even bigger, if that was possible. There’d been a rotation of three guards at her door, each unnerving to her in his own way.

  Her heart shot up to her throat. She popped her infant off her nipple, slid off the bed, and slammed straight into a wall of muscle. “Oh!” Make that solid, terrifying, delicious muscle that smelled of pure male.

  The warrior had come into her room and now stood beside the bed, as if he’d intended to help her off. He caught her by the nape and steadied her, his other hand cradling the head of her infant. “Forgive me, I only meant to help with the young.”

  She stared up at him in surprise, her breath leaving her chest in a whoosh. Their gazes locked. His shone blue-black, much darker than the usual brown-violet of most Zandians. His sheer size and the burn marks on his face and hand intimidated her. Hell, he would intimidate any female. But there was a kindness in his expression, a gentleness in his touch.

  Although there was nothing gentle about her reaction to it. Everywhere his palm touched, her skin prickled with heat, zings of electricity sparking beneath his fingers.

  Her instinct to breed during her planet’s annual season had been dampened by lack of interest in her partners on Zandia, but it must have kicked into high gear here on Prince Zander’s pod, because the closeness of the male sent her hormones raging. She could practically sense them charging through her veins like a drug.

  Her lips parted but no sound came out. She couldn’t seem to formulate any words in response.

  “May I?” He gestured toward Sol, her infant. His hand remained at her nape, thumb making tiny circles on her skin. Frissons of heat kicked through her body, concentrating between her legs and further rendering her mute.

  She swallowed, bringing her focus to his question with effort. Since she’d arrived, beings had clamored to take charge of her young, the only full-blooded Zandian young alive. They’d left Sol with her, but the other three had been whisked away. Every time they left she feared they wouldn’t return.

  Still, she didn’t dare disobey the giant warrior. She offered the baby, which, sadly, caused the warrior to remove his touch from her neck to take him. The care he showed in the task, though, mollified her. He stooped low to match the height of her arms and eased her gurgling young into his rock-solid embrace.

  For a moment, she remembered the awe she and her ex-mates had felt after the birth of their eldest, Alyx. But it hadn’t lasted long. And the males had given her no rest at all before they began making their complaints and demands again. Forced to survive in the wilderness of their planet together, they’d grown to hate each other as much as they relied on each other. And she, in particular, had become the focus of the males’ dissatisfaction. Probably because she was easy to knock around.

  What would her life have been like if she’d mated an honorable male like this one instead? A warrior and protector? Too bad she’d never know.

  Wonder lit the warrior’s dark eyes as he smiled at Sol, who offered a tenuous smile back. “A miracle,” he murmured.

  “Yes.” His excitement was the same she’d seen in the warrior Tomis’ face when he’d first seen her young. Before she’d betrayed Tomis’ mate, Talia.

  Remembering she’d probably been summoned to hear her fate, a spike of fear shot through her and her hands twitched to snatch the young back. “Were you ordered to take him?”

  The warrior’s brows drew together. “Ordered? No. Do you fear I will keep him from you? That will never happen.” He squared his shoulders and the horns on his head stood up as erect as his spine. “I wouldn’t let any being keep you from your young, ever.”

  Flutters took off in her chest as she craned her neck back to meet his fierce gaze. Was this male swearing to protect them? “But what if Prince Zander orders it?”

  The warrior hesitated, giving her the true answer. He would follow orders, same as every guard here. But he said, “It won’t happen.” He lifted his chin toward the door. “Come, the prince awaits.”

  She attempted a clumsy curtsy. She wasn’t used to formalities, although she’d better remember them quick, or she’d risk angering the sovereign. “Yes, Master.”

  The warrior shifted Sol into the crook of one elbow and dropped a meaty hand on her shoulder. He propelled her toward the door. If only, she thought she heard him mutter.

  “I’m sorry?”

  “Call me Granit,” he said.

  She managed a small smile. “Granit,” she repeated. “Thank you.”

  She ignored the tingles of warmth the warrior inspired. This was no time to think about males. She was headed to see the prince, to hear his determination of her fate. Would he punish her for the part she’d played in Talia’s brief capture? And what would he do with her former mates?

  “D-do you know what’s going to happen to me?” she dared ask as Granit led her briskly down the corridor.

  “I don’t. But Prince Zander is a fair ruler. I trust he will make a wise decision, as always.”

  A knot twisted in her solar plexus. During her incarceration the past two planet rotations, she’d rehearsed a hundred different pleas and excuses. She hadn’t known what her m
ates planned, she didn’t have a choice—that one was mostly true. Her mates wouldn’t have hesitated to beat her senseless if she’d tried to interfere. But she wasn’t an idiot. She could have tried to warn Talia or Tomis, could have done something—anything to come to their aid. But she hadn’t. Worse, she’d wickedly been glad they’d gone after another female, so she wouldn’t have to bear the brunt of their debilitating attention any longer.

  It was wrong and she deserved whatever punishment Prince Zander believed necessary—unless it involved removing her young from her. She’d fight that sentence tooth and nail. As they rounded a corner, she wished to take her infant back simply to have something to do with her hands, something warm and soft to clutch to ease her anxiety. Something to show she was a good mother, deserving of keeping her young with her. But she was afraid to ask.

  How had Zandians dealt with lawbreakers? She wished she could remember, but she’d been too young when their society had been extinguished. Would her other children be present at her hearing? She hoped not. She didn’t want them to fear for her.

  Granit brought her into a grand hall, lit with crystal-embedded skylights and filled with living plants and trees. She’d spent her entire life surrounded by the natural beauty of Zandia, but the palatial pod awed her with its high-tech opulence.

  On a raised dais on a marble throne sat the prince.

  She scanned the room through tear-filled eyes but didn’t see her children amongst the crowd, nor did she see her ex-mates. Thank the stars.

  Silence fell at her arrival. The beings present—all Zandian, save the human females who served as mates to the most important Zandians—stared at her. The sight of Talia and Tomis made her chest tighten. Though Talia had told her they were the only two Zandian females, another stood beside her—a small, pretty Zandian female with reddish-blonde hair. So another had been found. Maybe they wouldn’t think Eslyn’s existence was quite so precious now. Of course, they only cared about her ability to breed, anyway.

  Which she could do from a prison cell.