Alien’s Bride: Meredith
A new Alien’s Bride Novella by Yaoimila!!Meredith isn’t going to betray her people–no matter how compelling her alien conqueror is.
Meredith and the rest of the settlers on Jupiter’s moon hid from Earth’s alien tyrants for years, but now they’ve been discovered. A few escape on a ship, but the rest are captured and made the property of the Dak-Hiliah Empire.
Commander Jaximor is in charge of enslaving the settlers and harvesting brides from their ranks to aid his depleted population. It becomes clear that several of the colonists are missing. While his mother ship takes the rest away, he stays behind to track down the escapees. He knows Meredith is a navigation expert who likely helped her fellow settlers to get away. Jaximor demands Meredith help him find the missing settlers.
He’s also decided he’ll take the feisty woman as his bride.
As Meredith gets to know Jaximor, some deviant behavior gives her pause. There was a reason this commander was assigned to wear her down. Jaximor has an unusual skill set that can be applied to both a lover and an adversary.
Alien’s Bride: Meredith is a thrilling erotic novella 21,300 words long. It’s followed by a listing of the other books in the Alien’s Bride universe and a riveting introduction to another erotic sci-fi romance novel.
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Excerpt:Meredith held her microphone with both tremulous hands from where she sat in the control tower. Before her console was a floor-to-ceiling window where she could watch the massive Dak-Hiliah warship attempting to land.
“Smitty, are you on?” she said with more than a touch of urgency. “We need to move all the green cars completely out of the landing area. The aft of their ship is not going to clear.”
“Got it!” Smitty’s voice came through her speakers. "Can you tell them to hover? We won’t have enough time.“
Are you kidding me? Even if there wasn’t the language difference she had no idea how to initiate communication with their conquerors.
Another glance out her window made her chew her lower lip. Half their cars were going to be crushed by their enemy’s warship. For all she knew the colony still needed them.
Meredith opened all channels by pushing up the switches with both hands. "This is Europa Space Station calling the Dak-Hiliah vessel. Can anyone there hear me?”
Two harrowing minutes passed without an answer. The massive angular ship, which was so black it looked like a portal into the abyss, was starting to block her view of the landing area. Meredith now tore at her cuticles. Smitty was still directly under the aft trying to drive out their cars.
Screw the cars…he’s going to end up being crushed!
Though…from what she’d heard, the Dak-Hiliah were going to castrate and enslave all their men anyway. Was a quick death really such a bad thing?
Meredith squared her jaw. No. Get that bullshit out of your head. They didn’t know anything yet. This wasn’t the time to get suicidal.
“This is Alyona from the Dak-Hiliah ship.”
Meredith’s eyes grew wide. It was a female voice…not just a female–an Earthling!
“I’m one of their wives,” Alyona continued. “I’ll have to translate for you. None of the soldiers speak English.”
Soldiers? So it really was a warship? Why? Were they expecting us to fight? Meredith’s heart started racing even faster than before.
“Alyona,” she said, while drawing up a few faint scraps of fortitude. "Can you ask them to come in slower? We’re still clearing the landing area.“
Silence followed once again, but after only a few moments Meredith could tell the ship was no longer descending. She puffed out a deep breath.
"We’re going to hover until you tell us we’re clear,” Alyona said.
“Confirmed,” Meredith said at once. "Thank you.“ That was a good sign, right?
"What is your name and rank?” Alyona said.
The question made her face hot. Should she lie? Would she be punished for her involvement in hiding their colony from them?
No. You’re a woman. They need women. The implications of that thought made her stomach tighten.
Meredith cleared her throat. "I’m Meredith Evans. I don’t have a rank. I’m a just a traffic controller.“
"Meredith, they want to know if any of your people left on your ships.”
The heat in her face increased. Damn it. Why did she have to be their point of contact? Riley should have been up here or Song-Yu. She chewed her bottom lip some more and looked around her as though there was an answer to be found in the small control room.
“Okay, Alyona, look–I’m not the best one for you to be talking with.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Meredith gripped her microphone stem with a fist. "I didn’t say that! Don’t go telling your masters some load of crap that gets me in trouble!“
"I don’t have a master. I have a husband. He wants to know how much lead time the ships that left had, and if there were both men and women on board. Also, how many of your people took off?”
Meredith’s jaw clenched. But you’re an Earthling too! Lousy traitor scum! Tears began to build behind her eyes.
“We’re clear!” Smitty said through her speaker.
This perked her up. "You’re clear to land now.“
"Yes, fine,” Alyona said.
Meredith closed all the channels. She rolled back her chair with her heart thumping in her chest. Before her the alien’s ship landed with a thud that shook the ground. Meredith let a few tears fall.
Smitty came up the stairs to look out the tower beside her. The rail-thin senior took off his cap and wiped his brow on it.
“Son of a deuce.” He shook his head slowly. Then he glanced at her. "They had to hear that underground. Hope they ain’t panicking.“
Meredith stared before her blankly. "We knew they were coming.”
“Guess our reckoning’s finally here. It was a good ride though.”
Meredith raised a brow at him. They’d had nothing but mushroom broth to eat for the last seven days. She had some spare pounds to carry her, but Smitty looked emaciated.
“They’re already asking about the Shanghai,” Meredith said.
Smitty wet his chapped lips. "You made contact? How’d they know it was gone?“
"They don’t. Not for sure anyway.” She unfolded her arms so she could gesture as she spoke. "They just see this space port and all those ships parked around it and figure there’s probably one or two missing.“
Smitty grimaced while he considered. "Well, we’ll see how it all goes down.”
Noise on the landing strip made him dart his head to look. Meredith stood.
One side of the black ship unfurled to open a large hatch. Meredith stared at it without breathing for half a minute. Then a squadron of robots rolled out on tank treads. They were boxy and simplistic, with glowing yellow cylinders for heads. A hundred moved out of the ship onto the landing area.
Smitty scowled. "I remember those damned things.“
Meredith eyed him. Her only memories from Earth’s war were what she’d seen on the news. Maybe that was why that Alyona woman was so cold to her. Did she know Meredith had escaped the war, the Instajant Invasion, and had never been in a Dak-Hiliah slave camp?
"Here they come,” Smitty said.
Meredith looked back down. Five blue-skinned aliens marched behind the robots, all male. Each was taller than any of their men by a good half-foot. They wore thight black bodysuits with chiseled silver armor attached, while brandishing guns that looked like small bazookas. Meredith could see they were densely muscled.
Super soldiers. That’s how they’d been described to her in the past.
The aliens stepped onto the landing area and huddled to discuss things. Meredith wished she had binoculars. She wanted to see what they looked like in detail. Hopefully they weren’t too foul up close, because her best-case scenario was to be forced to marry one of them. They’d conquered Earth to get brides. If she was lucky that would be their same agenda here on Jupiter’s moon. At least then she’d survive. She tried not to worry about the men–Smitty, Riley, and the others. She’d done all she could for them.
Their time was up.
Meredith wiped a new tear away with the back of her hand.
“Looks like they’re coming up here,” Smitty said.
She swallowed down a lump. Two of the aliens were striding for her tower. The other three were leading the robots to the elevator bays that went down to the colony.
Meredith looked at Smitty. "What do we do?“
He shrugged. "Nothing. They’re in charge now. Maybe they’re going to kill me, or maybe they’re going to cut off my nads and work me to death. Guess I’ll find out here in a minute.”
His voice cracked with emotion on the last word, causing Meredith a heart-wrenching pang in her middle.
The aliens’ footsteps were thudding up the stairwell behind them.
“Fighting them won’t do no good so don’t even try,” Smitty said. “We’ve surrendered. That’s all there is to it.”
Meredith nodded. Smitty stood and she moved beside him to face the entrance.
The alien who entered first had curled horns on his head. (Meredith had forgotten they had horns.) His skin was a clear blue nearing turquoise with pink markings. He had a somewhat chubby face beneath short shiny black hair that was parted in the middle. Most of his bulk was muscle, but there was a protrusion of belly.
He walked in with his gun pointed toward them. Meredith and Smitty raised their hands. The alien grunted at the gesture. He turned his gun to the side.
“Cre-ahchra deel,” he said over his shoulder.
A slightly taller alien who had extra horns growing from his shoulders entered behind him. Meredith’s lips parted. The first one wasn’t entirely ugly, but this second one–he was gorgeous. He looked a little older than her if she went by Earth years, 35 or so. He had long white hair with tresses of silver. Some of this spilled over his forehead in a sultry way. His face was lean and aristocratic. He had the super soldier body she’d fathomed from the distance, but this was lean also. He was more athlete than body-builder.
Geez. Can I marry this one?
The alien locked fierce blue eyes on her. His face was eerily cold. He let his gun hang on the strap going over his shoulder and pointed to himself.
“Jaximor.”
Now he pointed at her.
Meredith pursed her lips. His icy demeanor kept her heart rate up. She touched her finger to her chest with resignation.
“Meredith.”
Jaximor said a few words in his language to the other one and turned to go. The black-haired alien grabbed her arm. Meredith sent a forlorn look to Smitty as he carted her away.
“Bye, Smitty. Stay strong.”
Smitty didn’t look at her. His face had grown flush with emotion. "You take care of yourself, Meredith.“
She was brought out of the tower to the landing area. The alien held her arm too tight. She did her best to keep up with him, but got yanked every five steps or so. Meredith glowered at him as they went. What the Hell is your problem?
He must have been angry at her, despite what seemed to be a neutral, somewhat bored expression. She wondered if the aliens took the existence of their colony personally. They’d managed to hide for seven long years. Maybe that hurt their conqueror’s pride?
She had no doubt they’d still be hidden if they hadn’t sent out the help beacon. Even that had been a tough decision. Should they starve, or should they surrender? Without any allies willing to defy the Dak-Hiliah by sending them food, and with barely enough fuel to make it to the nearest causeway, there wasn’t a third option. This was their only chance now.
The handsome alien was met by a younger brown-haired one and followed him to an elevator bay. The second alien parted from them to bring Meredith onto the ship. They passed through a massive bay that held hundreds more of the tank robots. All the walls were black, like cast iron, and had wires and circuitry exposed. Steam puffed out of random pipes near the high ceiling. It struck Meredith as archaic and forbidding. When they exited the bay she entered a corridor as large as a train tunnel. The area was well-lit, though still clad in rough black walls.
The alien pulled her onto a sidewalk that moved so fast Meredith stumbled against him. Her flailing body didn’t even nudge him. The alien made no attempt to help her–he didn’t even look at her. She righted herself with new tears welling.
Things were happening too fast. She was overwhelmed, and this asshole was making her lose all hope for her future.
He stepped off the sidewalk while yanking her along. This time she fell outright. The alien kept dragging her. She had to scramble back to her feet using his grip on her to lift herself.
A door slid open in front of them. The room inside had white walls, massive equipment with delicate looking tools, and two slender bug-eyed androids with glistening red chassis. She gaped in confusion until her eyes fixed on an operating table.
Oh shit.
The alien shoved her toward one of the androids. He said a few things to them in his indecipherable language. Meredith shot him back a plaintive look.
"What are you…what are you going to–”
The android stabbed her neck with something. Then the floor started rising toward her face.
***
Meredith squinted against a bright light in her face. She heard weird electronic voices, and the hard cold surface beneath her was not her bed in the colony. Her brain was not able to put these clues to any use.
She sat up and her grogginess cleared. She was on that operating table. No. Worse than that. She was on the aliens’ ship. Meredith’s heart started to race. The two androids were standing a short distance away with their backs to her.
What the Hell did they do to me?
She looked over her body. Her sweater, tee shirt, and bloomers had been replaced by a weird black dress. Its collar buttoned directly below her chin, the sleeves were long, and the flowing skirt looked like it would go to her ankles.
“Oh my God.”
The androids looked back at her. She didn’t pay attention as they walked near. The spit had gone cold in her mouth. She focused for any aches that would tell her where they’d cut into her.
“You should now understand what I’m saying,” an android said.
Meredith looked at its bug-eyes with anguish and disgust. "What the Hell did you do to me?“
"Speak in the Dak-Hiliah language. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
The words finally registered. Not just their meaning, but the actual words. It was speaking in the Dak-Hiliah language–not English.
Meredith blinked a few times. "Yes I…I understand you.“
"Speak in the Dak-Hiliah language.”
She swallowed. "I understand you,“ she said in Dak-Hiliah. The complicated words rolled off her tongue as though she’d spoken them all her life. She was more than dumbfounded. She couldn’t begin to comprehend a society that was able to do such a thing.
The android turned and stepped away.
"Wait.” She continued speaking in Dak-Hiliah. "Is that all you did to me? This…language surgery?“
The other android turned toward her. "You have been implanted with several languages you will find necessary in Dak-Hiliah society. Your reproductive organs were also altered to enable you to breed with Dak-Hiliah males.”
Meredith put her hand on her belly. "So, on top of brain surgery you messed with my sex organs?“
"Yes.”
They turned their backs to her.
Meredith closed her eyes and drooped forward. She wasn’t sad or angry. There was coldness inside her caused by an inability to process what had happened. Beyond the numbness was a tiny inkling…one that was telling her to get over it.
Okay. Okay. Tuck it away for now. You speak their language…that’s huge. That’s worth any bullshit surgery.
She drew a long breath. The feeling of ice inside her middle was slow to dissipate.
The door slid open. The homelier alien entered and went to her. Meredith sat with her legs over the side of the table and her arms huddled close to her chest. The disinterested eyes of the alien were no longer something mysterious. She scowled at him.
“I’m Pret-Dorno, manservant of Commander Jaximor.”
His eyes were a third of the way closed. Meredith decided that he was either smug or bored.
“Meredith Evans,” she said.
He tipped his head with a soft grunt. "You’ve been implanted with our languages so you can communicate with your people on our behalf. We prefer one of the colonists taking this role rather than Delexor’s wife, Alyona.“
Meredith swallowed. "Right. Sure. That’s probably for the best.”
“We will also need your assistance in tracking down the escaped colonists.”
He said this in the same unenthusiastic tone. Meredith pursed her lips.
“Commander Jaximor will be remaining on Europa to see to this matter with you. His status in our empire has entitled him to choose a bride from your colony. Since you will be working with him he’s decided he will take you.”
A crackle of electricity coursed down Meredith’s spine. Just like that, huh? Well…at least he’s a hunk. She wet her lips.
“Understood.”
Pret-Dorno looked away from her. Meredith now felt sure his expression was one of boredom.
“How do you feel about this?”
Her brow rose. "How do I feel?“
"About becoming the bride of Commander Jaximor?”
“My feelings don’t really enter into it, do they? I have no choice.”
“Are you going to give it a chance?”
Meredith blinked a few times. She loved this question. "Hell yeah, I’ll give it a chance.“
Pret-Dorno eyed her. "Is that so?”
“I mean, yeah. I don’t know what his personality is like, but he’s certainly nice to look at. If he’s a decent man and treats me right, then hopefully there won’t be any problems.”
Pret-Dorno gave an approving grunt. He began to pace the open part of the room between her and the watching androids.
“My master is an exceedingly decent man. That’s why he was assigned to this mission by our general. He performs his duties with efficiency, but also compassion. This is how he attained his high rank. He expresses the ideals the empire is seeking in our new age.”
Meredith placed her bunched hands beneath her chin. The hope that had been dripping out of her earlier was being replenished.
Pret-Dorno lowered his head. "However–my master has…foibles. These are flaws of his character that will be particularly noticeable in his interactions with you.“
Meredith’s brow knit. "What kind of foibles?”
