Impregnated Alpha
A new male/male yaoi sci-fi mpreg romance by Yaoimila!!
The alphas of planet
Hexor aren’t supposed to get pregnant. Gruff
mine-worker Harsen finds himself in a crisis, but it’s one that could open the
door to the kind of love he never felt he deserved. An mpreg sci-fi romance by the author of
Hostile Taking!
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Excerpt ~
A man crouched in the shadow next
to Kemper’s chest closet. He became
aware of him after four months in the arctic cabin. The man gave no threatening vibrations, so he
was likely a beta, like Kemper, or from an alien race that had neither alphas
nor betas. Kemper felt no fear toward
him.
He found that if he looked at the
shadow the man would vanish. Kemper
could only see him from his side eye, so he made a point not to turn his head
toward him.
“Wonder if the air’s getting
harder to breath in here,” Kemper said to his friend. “Seems that way sometimes. Stuffy.
Probably should change the filter on the intake.”
The man didn’t answer.
Kemper snorted and stood, heading
to the main vent of the sealed cabin. Cabin
was his Hexor word for the dwelling, but the structure had come from
planet Duwasa. The tiny domed building, seamless
and perfectly apportioned for two men, had no word in their language. He’d never seen anything like it before the
Duwasa ‘Protectors of the Suffering’ group had gifted it to him.
It took him only ten steps to
cross from one side of the dome to the other.
He popped off the shield to the vent and removed the filter.
“Yep. Dusty as fuck. Wonder if I should replace it or just rinse
this thing out. What do you think?”
Again, there was no answer. Kemper scowled. His last comment didn’t require a response,
but this was a question. If he was going
to lurk in his home he may as well talk to him.
He sighed away his indignation
and brought the filter to his sink.
Kemper watched the figure in the
shadow with the corner of his eye while running the filter under a strong flow
of clean drinkable water (of which he apparently had an endless supply). Getting mad would have got him no where. Maybe the guy was scared of him. Wasn’t he an intruder? Kemper squared his jaw while ringing out the
filter.
It was time to make a
gesture.
He prepared enough fern-rul
egg powder for an extra omelet. His
small table had two chairs. He set one
omelet in front of the empty chair, and then sat across from it to eat his
own. Kemper focused on the food as he
spoke.
“That’s for you. Go on.
I know you’re hungry.”
He ate his meal in customary
silence of the dwelling. When he lifted
his head he saw that the second omelet had gone cold. Past it he saw the shadow beside his chest
closet. It was, as always, completely
empty.
A burning ache struck Kemper’s
chest. Then tears grew heavy in the
corners of his eyes. He gave painful
short sobs that caused his entire body to quake.
“Oh, God.”
The upheaval of emotion couldn’t
be staunched quickly. He tried to resume
his fantasy of companionship, but arid hopelessness filled him.
What the fuck did I get myself
into?
“No,” he said, snuffling
loudly. “You did what you had to. You had to get away from him. You couldn’t…” Emotion began to break in his voice. “…couldn’t
bear that monster’s young.”
More tears came, with sobs potent
enough to make his shoulders grow tight.
At his old depot he’d belonged to
the lead alpha, Skrane. The short but
inordinately muscular brute defended his mating rights to him at least twice a
day. He grew disfigured from the fights,
and seemed to blame that all on Kemper.
His sharp curses still wrung in the beta’s ears. He was worthless, homely, pathetic—things
Kemper were certain were not true in the beginning, but then became less
certain as time went on. When he tried
to leave he was beaten to unconsciousness, then woke with pain that told him
he’d been defiled while blacked out.
The Duwasa traders brought
non-traders with them during a shipment pickup.
They said they couldn’t stand to see the abuse going on. Kemper was shocked when their version of a
beta, a female, took him aside and told him he didn’t deserve to be
mistreated by Skrane. It was a shock and
then he felt like the black skies opened their light to his weary face.
She’s right. I don’t deserve this.
He’d been beaten down so many
years he’d forgotten his own worth.
She said she could hide him away
from all alphas in the mountains. He’d
have a warm self-sustaining home that would keep him comfortable for the rest
of his life. They would resupply him as
often as needed. He wouldn’t have to
suffer any longer.
“Yes, please! Take me there.” He got tearful just at the thought.
“Well, it won’t be right
away.” The small green-haired alien had
a strange shape and swollen pectorals.
“We need to find another beta for you to live with. It’s not easy—most have young, and that
complicates things. You don’t want to go
by yourself or it will be too lonely for you.”
“I don’t care about that. I’ll go alone. Just get me the fuck out of here.”
The alien pursed her lips, but
then nodded. The sympathy he saw in her
face struck him. He hadn’t seen anything
even close to that for so long. “Of
course. I’ll make it happen.”
Four months had passed and
finally he understood. The agony Skrane
had caused dulled in his mind, the nightmares came less frequently, but the
current nightmare grew more extreme.
Loneliness was like a black void expanding from his middle. It threatened to devour him.
He didn’t know how much more he
could take.
Kemper went to his door and swung
the lever to unlock it. He wrenched the
door open, a blast of icy wind shocking his body.
“Anybody! Is there anyone! Please!
Anyone!”
Frost stabbed at his cheeks. He had to close the door.
He crumbled in front of it,
allowing his body to rock with new sobs.
The next day he forced down some
rehydrated stew with a packet of crackers.
He’d fallen into the numbness that usually followed a breakdown. Now he no longer avoided looking at the
shadow. There was no one with him, but
he was not insane. If he could hold to
his sanity even longer he’d consider that a small triumph.
He got the scent of an alpha and
froze, the bite of food staying in his mouth unchewed. Perhaps he’d established his sanity too
hastily.
He swallowed and stood. Two steps brought him to the vent. He placed his face against it and inhaled a
loud sniff.
If that’s not the scent of an
alpha, then I really am going crazy.
He smelled one individual, still
far off, perhaps by a mile. Even at that
distance he had the capability of discerning the scent. It was a remnant of a skill used by their
wild ancestors to breed, and was still routinely used by rural alphas.
Kemper rubbed his hands over his
face with a swell of panic. He’d smelled
him, he knew it, but it was impossible.
The nearest depot was over a hundred miles away. There was nothing but the mountainous ice
region surrounding him on all sides.
There couldn’t be an alpha out here.
He had to be hallucinating the
smell.
This is a real bad sign, Kemper.
He sat back down to his half
eaten meal trying to will himself not to smell the scent. Knowing it was a hallucination was a sign of
sanity, right? He didn’t celebrate when
he smelled it. He took it for what it
was.
As he continued debating himself
the essence grew stronger. He closed his
eyes. He could form a picture of the
individual just from the scent. A
smaller alpha. Weak from fatigue. Tendrils of distress mired the masculine
odor. Then there was something
else. Kemper couldn’t tell what it was. The marker hadn’t been on any other alpha
he’d encountered before.
He continued sitting for long
minutes, shaking his head.
It’s not real. It can’t be.
But if it was, the individual
would almost be at his door.
Kemper’s legs made him stand
without him willing them to. Then he
walked to the door. His fingers closed
around the lever, unlocking it. He
paused. Sense had caught up to him. What was he doing?
Kemper continued struggling with
his face twisting in indecision. Then he
slid open the door.
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