by K. A Knight
Capturing Carmen
The Forsaken Book 1
K. A Knight
Loxley Savage
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Contents
Copyright
Foreword
Special Thanks
A SAVAGE KNIGHT BOOK
Thesaurus
1. Carmen
2. Carmen
3. Carmen
4. Kronk
5. Carmen
6. Vrid
7. Xal
8. Kronk
9. Ryx
10. Carmen
11. Carmen
12. Vrid
13. Carmen
14. Carmen
15. Carmen
16. Carmen
17. Carmen
18. Xal
19. Carmen
20. Ryx
21. Carmen
22. Kronk
23. Xal
24. Vrid
25. Carmen
26. Kronk
27. Carmen
28. Carmen
29. Carmen
30. Ryx
31. Carmen
32. Xal
33. Ryx
34. Vrid
35. Carmen
36. Kronk
37. Carmen
38. Xal
39. Vrid
40. Ryx
41. Kronk
42. Carmen
Dear Reader
About The Authors
Also By The Authors
Other Books By Loxley
Copyright
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Capturing Carmen (The Forsaken Book 1)
First publication: November 23, 2019
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Foreword
This is a dark, alien, sci-fi, reverse harem romance. There is dark themes and explicit scenes. If such material triggers or offends you, please do not read this book.
**This book is written in British English**
Dedication
To the Sci-Fi authors that inspired us and to our loyal fans that love and support us.
Special Thanks
To our Alphas:
Mandi, Claudia, and Kelly
To our Betas:
Andrea, Desiree, Jessica, Katie, Kelly, and Serenity
To Jess:
For being kickass and amazing
To our Readers:
Thank you for giving Savage Knight a chance!
A SAVAGE KNIGHT BOOK
Thesaurus
•Resha - beautiful
•Vekking, vekked, vekk - fucking, fucked, fuck
•Marix - Carmen’s Klan name
•Wokkren - shark spiked weapon
•Narkket - serrated sword, Ryx carries
•Hovers - floating lights
•Okkren - alien hovering car
•Albenos - city where Forsaken Mountain is, large city
•Lorenthis - champion city where Klan Marix will now live with mate
•Bakket - dagger
•Mylenum - like a coco/coffee
•Vultana - claiming ceremony
•Sarflyn - room with giant bed for all 5 of them (bow chicka bow wow)
•Lotren - city centre
•Drykken - abandoned Klan members
•Kingret, where Totiv warrior children are sent to train
•Klan Narj - blue sashes, defeated in fight for Carmen
•Ruvrix - bar in center of Lorenthis
•Pravvar - alien expensive alcohol, drink that you drop a shot inside of
•Zarl - challenge ceremony to claim another Klan’s mate
•Hitrel - gun that shoots energy
•Unok - wall surrounding the city
•Bols - bunks for unmated males
•Grapt - alien beer
•Kile - alien mile
•Alien trees - Tall cornifs their dark black leaves Shorter retlas their needle-like leaves poking out at all angles, like an odd combination of Earth’s cactus and pine trees.
1
Carmen
“Fuck! One of these days, Carmen, you’re going to get into more trouble than you can get out of!” Gern hollers, glaring around at the empty foyer of the Harvest House. A smirk plays on my face at the lack of ingenuity with his name. I mean, what the fuck kind of name is Gern? Sounds like some type of venereal disease. Holding in a giggle, I slip from the chandelier and flip backwards, landing behind the second-floor railing overlooking the ornate entryway, where the pissed off Totiv currently stands covered in paint.
He’s probably right, but what’s life without a bit of trouble? Stalking away, I move silently through the large, almost empty mansion. This place always feels like a tomb to me, too big and too empty without enough people. Besides the other four Harvest Girls—which is what the public has started to call us—there are only the alien guards and male human servants. They aren’t supposed to interact with us, no, not with the precious princesses. The isolation is enough to drive anyone mad, and that’s what Daisy thinks has happened to me.
She’s probably right.
Even when I was younger, I never wanted to sit still during all those boring lessons they made us suffer through. I hold in a shiver of horror, remembering how the Totiv teachers used to hate me. It’s not that I’m stupid. In fact, I’m probably one of the smartest girls in this forsaken place. I just think there are better things to do than sit idly by, locked up in an old, desolate mansion, waiting for the day we are taken to our new lives.
I don’t know how the other girls do it, sitting here day after day. We’re pampered, given whatever we want… Well, everything but the right to choose and, of course, our freedom. Not that I’m dreading what’s to come, it’s actually quite the opposite.
I’m so fucking ready for it.
The others shy away from talk of the future, as if that will stop the inevitable.
Not me. I fucking revel in it.
Naturally, I’m curious, wondering what my aliens will look like. What Klan will they be from? I hope not a boring one like the royals. Ha! Could you imagine me sitting on some embellished throne while attending stiff board meetings?
No fucking thank you.
You see, that’s our destiny as Harvest Girls—to solidify alien and human relations. We are tributes, if you will, a reminder of the sacrifices the Totiv Klans of planet Oxiou
s made to save us over a hundred years ago. After the Decade War was won, the Yarek were eradicated from our planet, and Earth was once again declared human, some of the Totiv stayed behind to help us rebuild our world. Even our guards are Totiv, because the aliens don’t trust mere humans to do that. Members from all different Klans are spread across their home planet, Oxious. Similar to humans, they display different characteristics, depending on where they are from. Their appearance varies from skin colour, horns, and even wings and tails.
After the Decade War, a treaty of sorts was forged between our people. Us Harvest Girls are the consequence of said treaty. All newborn babies on Earth are now tested to see if they’re compatible with the aliens. If they’re proven to be a good match, they’re taken away from their parents and raised in Harvest Houses, just like this one. Once they come of age, they’re given away as mates to alien Klans, which is exactly what’s going to happen to me soon. And, as I’ve said, I’m fucking excited.
“Carmen,” comes a hiss from my left, and I realise I’ve been wandering aimlessly, ruminating on Earth’s tragic past. Whipping my head to the side, I grin at Shiloh, who’s poking her head around the classroom door and rolling her eyes at me. “Come on, before you get in trouble,” she whispers.
I giggle as I slip into the classroom after her. Our newest history and relations teacher, a human man by the name of Po, has his back to us as he writes on a glass display board, only stopping to check his notes in an old book he clutches in his left hand.
Po is a plump man with thinning, grayish-brown hair, and always has a slightly sweaty look to him. Today, he wears a tweed suit, embellished with brown patches at the elbows, paired with worn loafers. As he tilts his head to the side, his black-framed glasses catch the light, revealing fingerprints on the lenses from him pushing them up his nose too many times. He sits stiffly, tugging at his already drenched collar, his gross tongue darting out to wet his cracked lips as beads of sweat dribble from his receding hairline and down his face.
So fucking gross.
The aliens learned not to give us hot teachers.
What can I say?
Women have needs too—insert gasp of horror here.
We are to be perfect and pure, ready to receive our aliens, I repeat internally, recalling the mantra drilled into us since before we could talk.
Pure my ass.
I have a body and a sex drive like everyone else. ‘Spoiling’ ourselves before we are taken to our aliens doesn’t make us any less worthy. I’m betting they’re not virginal angels, so why should we be?
I slip into the cushioned armchair and throw my legs over the side just in time for Po to turn around. He blinks when he spots me, obviously wondering if I’ve been here the whole time. He doesn’t question me though, probably remembering what happened the last time he did. He left that lesson with a migraine and chalk on his face.
I swear, I don’t know how it got there…
He clears his throat nervously and looks away from me, making me grin wider. He’s anxious around me, maybe because I toy with him so much. I follow his gaze and almost laugh. Daisy is sitting on the edge of her seat with her ankles crossed, her hands folded in her lap, and her posture perfect—very ladylike.
Daisy puts all of us to shame, the clear favourite amongst both the Totiv and human teachers. Obedient and quick-witted, she excels in every class, soaking up all information like a fucking sponge. With silky blonde ringlets cascading down her back, bright blue eyes, and soft pink lips, she is the epitome of a natural beauty. The uniform is almost baggy on her thin frame, but that hasn’t stopped her from looking spectacular in it. Her plaid skirt is hiked up high, revealing tons of extra skin. She also has several of her top buttons undone, allowing a lacy, red bra to peek through the top.
Next to her is Tatiana, who’s slightly rumpled from napping, her hazel eyes glazed from boredom. Straight in front of me is my partner in crime, Shiloh, and to her right is Harlow.
The classroom itself is beautiful. To the left, floor-to-ceiling bookcases filled with every book imaginable—from politics to the history of space—line the wall. Five comfy, brown leather chairs are spread around the room for us Harvest Girls, with additional chairs placed around a long table to the right in case we need to do hands-on work. At the front is the board and display, a set of computers, interactive holograms, and other technology we have borrowed from the aliens.
The curriculum was set long before we were even born, everything from history to how to be a good mate to the aliens.
“As I was explaining, it is important to know our history, the Klan’s history, so you are better prepared for your new life and what awaits you there.” He looks around then and his thin lips twitch when his eyes land on me. The moment he opens his mouth, I know his next words will be his attempt at retribution. “Carmen, what is the history of the Harvest Girls? Why are you essential to the peace?”
I narrow my eyes, but snuggle farther into the chair. If he thinks he can trip me up, he’s dead wrong. I watch his left eye twitch as he finally breaks our stare and glances away, making me smile again. “The Harvest Girls are a way to build a bridge of peace between us, humans, and the aliens from planet Oxious—”
“Why?” he questions, interrupting me before I can finish.
“Over a hundred years ago, we learned we weren’t alone in the universe, but Earth wasn’t prepared for the response our investigations would receive. It called forth a race of aliens, the Yarek, intent on wiping us out and claiming Earth as theirs. In the first days of the invasion, many lives were lost. It was nothing but a slaughter, their weapons were great, and they had technology we couldn’t even dream of. We were doomed until another race of aliens took mercy on us.”
Getting bored with just sitting as I spew out this information, I jump to my feet and start prowling around the room, picking up objects and examining them as I reel off our history. Po watches me as I shuffle the items on his desk, his glare following each of my movements.
“The Klans of Oxious came together—warriors, scholars, kings, scientists, and even the rural tribes—to save us all. They helped us fight back, turning an invasion into a war, one that we won because of their help. In exchange for their continued protection, the Harvest Law was passed. Females were scarce on their world, with most in a relationship with four, five, or even more males each. Their race was sure to eventually die out, until they discovered our race was compatible.”
Grabbing the laser pen, I walk over to the smart board and begin to draw a pair of stick figures with very prominent genitals. I can hear the girls sniggering and Po’s disgusted huff as I carry on.
“At birth, every human girl is tested. Only one in a million possesses the genetic compatibility to mate with the Totiv… or fuck.” Shiloh and Harlow burst out laughing at this as I finish my stick man’s penis, having it spew out cum on the girl. Daisy gives me an appalled look and Tatiana has once again fallen asleep. “The ultimate goal is to produce children with a Klan,” I continue, ignoring the glare from Po as I step back and appreciate my masterpiece.
“Those who are found compatible are taken from their families and become one of the Harvest Girls. They are kept locked away, taught, pampered, and looked after until the day they reach their prime. Every year, around a hundred girls are given to the Klans. Each girl will become a mate to a Klan of aliens from planet Oxious. Harvest Girls offer the Klans a future so their race can continue to thrive. We will be theirs. Humanity’s offering, their reaping.” He nods, only wincing when I say ‘fuck,’ so naturally I say it again. “Basically, we’re prisoners until we are thrown at some aliens and told to fuck like bunnies.”
Shiloh roars out a laugh, Daisy blushes and gasps, Tatiana snores, and Harlow giggles but soon looks away when Po turns red. I wait, knowing he’s going to explode. Any second now…
Boom.
“Carmen!” he yells.
“Was it something I said?” I blink innocently, my smirk undoubtedly ruining t
he effect.
“Tonight’s pie says he kicks her out,” Shiloh whispers.
“Out! Until you learn manners!” he shouts, pointing dramatically at the door behind me.
I salute him. “Of course, teach, thanks!” I saunter away, feeling all their stares. Just as I reach the doorway, his voice stops me.
“No man, alien or human, wants a brat. You should remember that, Carmen. One day, your mouth will get you exactly what you deserve.”
Oh, I’m counting on it. In the meantime, though, I shall continue to create chaos. An evil grin curves my lips, a plan forming in my head. Fuck yes, it could work, I just need a few things.