Alien Romance: Grabbed By The Alien Lord: Scifi Alien Abduction Romance (Alien Romance, Alien Invasion Romance, BBW) (Celestial Protectors Book 2) (9 page)

“What would happen to me then?”  Amelia quietly asked the men sitting before her.  She wanted the truth of the impending reality.

*

Galtan had been afraid that there would be those who would make outrageous demands as a result of the extensive bloodletting he had enacted. However, this was beyond his expectation and now Amiilya was asking for specifics, and knowing the
Second
, the man would tell her.  Instead of letting the
Second
extrapolate, Galtan answered.

              “Most likely, you would be publicly broken.  There would be many who would use and abuse you.  It would be a shock if you were to survive, though it would be no miracle.  You would never be the same and you would be raffled off.  I would be forced to witness every act performed on you.  That is an estimation based on the last incident of a slave remaining unbroken and her master developing what is considered to be an unhealthy attachment.”

“So, this has happened before?”  Galtan could tell that Amiilya was still trying to process the list of horrors that he had admitted and filling in the details that he had left unsaid.

“Many cycles ago,” the
Second
commented.

“And those were the things to happen? You’re sure?”

“Yes, I was there.” Galtan’s next words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them, the horror of that long-ago day surging to the forefront of his memory.  Every detail was engraved in his mind. “I will never forget watching those of the race I was born to, destroying the woman who taught me the word
mama.
”  The
Second’s
jaw dropped as he realized the implication, but his revulsion was nothing compared to Amiilya’s dismay. 

“Galtan,” she said, her voice quivering. “If it comes to that, will you promise me something?”

“What?”

“Kill me.  Quick.  Consider it a mercy to me and kill me.”  Tears rolled over her soft cheeks, but Galtan could tell that they were not for her, but for him.  Before Galtan could answer Amiilya’s request, the
Second
suggested an alternative.

“That may not be necessary.” Galtan turned to look at the prince, but his eyes focused on a thin, folded sheaf of papers, the man held.  Galtan had to force his gaze to the prince’s face.  “They are signed by the
One;
they permit you to remove your human from the planet.  You are being asked to tour the
Velishi
capital.  Granted they demand that you return with her, but you and I both know that things can happen in space.”

It was the window Galtan had been searching for.  He would take a small vessel and could detour to the space surrounding Amiilya’s home world.  Galtan was confident in his ability to pilot her almost the whole way if not all the way to the small blue and green world.  He would take her home; spare her the nightmares that those of Amirak-Ren tried to hide behind gleaming crystal.

Chapter 8…
Homeward

Amelia didn’t know what she expected from the spaceport, but she was rather surprised by how much it resembled Earth’s main port.  The wide halls and corridors, the gleaming polished stone and metal all reminded Amelia of the primary hub located off the north-eastern American super metropolis.

Galtan had left Amelia at the table with the prince and had gone upstairs; he disappeared for a noticeable amount of time and when he returned, her lover had had bags tossed over his shoulder and Herman under his arm.  Amelia had stared at Galtan confused; however, he spoke to the prince before she could question what was occurring.

“I assume that there is a vessel ready if those documents are inked and sealed?”

“That is correct.  There is a small single-pilot ship available.  Fuelled.  Stocked.  Cleared to leave the atmosphere.  I made sure that there was commentary included justifying the trip with regards to the recent territorial invasion.”  The prince stood. “Do you have somewhere I can change?  I will go to the port with you and force security.”

“Wait!” Amelia interrupted.  “What is going on?  As I am very much at the center of these issues, I deserve to know.”

“I am arranging for the Lord Commander to get you off Amirak-Ren.”  The prince stood as he answered.

“Why?” 
Why is he helping Galtan?  I don’t want Galtan to be caught in a trap…

“Do you want to die?”   The prince asked before Galtan could speak.

“No, why are you helping him?”

              “One, I owe Galtan.  Secondly, he is not alone in his distaste for the way things are here.”  The man’s nonchalant shrug might have hidden the extent of his distaste, if the loathing hadn’t shown clearly on the man’s face.

“What will happen to Galtan?”  Amelia was quite good an injecting her questions before Galtan could cut off the conversation.  Being a linguist had its skills – especially when paired with a business mind.

              “There are likely to be those who will push for his punishment.  Unfortunately for them, they cannot beat him.” 

              “But he would forever have adversaries here?”

              “Undoubtedly, but that is no different than I have always faced.”  Galtan finally managed to get his opinion into the exchange.  Yet, Amelia completely ignored the man she had come to care deeply for – she didn’t want excuses, she wanted facts.

              “It will be different this time, wont it.”

              “Yes,” if anything, Amelia could say that she liked the prince for his brutal honesty.

              “Not necessarily,” Galtan tried to defend his coming position with the men of the planet of his birth.

              “Galtan, yes, it will.”  When the prince used Galtan’s name in addressing him, Galtan sighed, realizing the futility of the argument.  Amelia suspected that the reality was that the prince would not have been there, in the kitchen that morning if it wasn’t a desperate situation.

              “I will worry about that when the time comes.”  Galtan finally replied; he then turned and spoke individually to Amelia, “I have to get you off Amirak-Ren.”

              That had been some hours ago.  The prince had gone into a generally unused chamber and changed out of the messenger’s uniform, into a distinctly richly made cloak, belted tunic, and leggings all in shades of metallic bronze.  The longest part of their journey had been from the center of the sprawling crystal city to the outskirts and the bustling spaceport. 

They pushed through security.  It seemed that there were plenty of men, particularly those that worked in the spaceport that had heard about the incident at
Pavathi
the day before, but none dared to argue with either man standing beside her.  Galtan strode briskly on Amelia’s left side; the prince was on her right, together they created an impenetrable bubble of protection around Amelia.  The various workers bowed and scraped to the prince’s demands as they bulled through the joined buildings; everything was prepared when they finally reached a small vessel, humming at its dock, prepped and primed for take-off.  The prince stood by as they boarded and enacted his power, approving Galtan’s launch over the squad of warriors sent to stop their departure.  Cleared, Galtan slammed the ship into an ascent; Amelia clutched the arms of her chair as they raced over the sand and glittering stone littered planet, before racing beyond the atmosphere. 

For the first time in weeks, not in the immediate aftermath of a passionate coupling, Amelia truly relaxed. 
He kept his promise, the intent he made clear that first day.  He is taking me home.

*

The instant the ship hit speeds faster than light, as they raced through space; Galtan put the ship on autopilot and turned toward Amiilya.  She was asleep.  As he stared at her beautiful face Galtan felt something inside of him break, the dam that held back compassion and emotion was fractured for the first time in his life, since his father’s mate had been destroyed. 

He knew he had to let her go, but everything inside of him protested, screamed out that the human female he had shielded from the cruelties of those of his race, was in fact his mate.  She was the one force in the universe that could make him feel anything more than duty. 

Amiilya made Galtan happy.  A simple word, but so all-encompassing that it was a true description of what the woman did to him.  Torn, Galtan leaned back in his own chair, before the controls of the ship, and let his eyes close and his mind process his need not just for Amiilya’s body, but for everything that made her who she was.

*

The abrupt downshift of the ship’s speed woke her; Amelia blinked her eyes open and found a familiar ball of blue and green, with a spattering of brown, hovering in the inky blackness of space.

             
Earth. 
Galtan held the ship steady within orbit of Amelia’s home world and surveyed a planet, Amelia suspected he had never surveyed before that moment.

“The color is interesting,” Galtan commented softly.  As Amelia stretched and sat up to stare at the world she considered home; now that she was awake, Herman jumped from the floor where he had apparently been waiting into her lap.   Amelia stroked the rapidly growing beast’s sleeking fur.

              “It’s a rich world; there are forests of trees and oceans of water.  The planet was nearly decimated, by human arrogance, and while it has taken many, many years – hundreds – it is finally healthy again.  There is population control in that certain industries are more focused on an interplanetary front so population density has been adjusted as have building standards.”  Amelia pointed at a familiar continental shape, “That whole space is known as the American superplex.  It is comprised of seven giant cities now, though there was a time when there were thousands of separate, independent communities.  But as the metropolises expanded the Forestry Rejuvenation Commission mandated the maintenance and even installation of massive wooded zones and undeveloped plains.  Much of the planet has become a giant well-planned park.”

“You live on the main planet?” Galtan asked, “Not one of the outposts?”

              “Correct.”  Amelia stared at Galtan as he surveyed the planet of her birth and considered a possibility. “You could stay,” she suggested softly.  Apparently the suggestion was shocking to Galtan; he met her gaze, his mouth agape.

              “Stay?”

              “You can’t go back.”  Amelia pleaded.  She had known that Galtan would pay dearly for protecting her, when the prince had been forced to declare his identity to keep the rushing squadron of warriors, at the spaceport, at bay.

              “Amelia,
Alahi¸
my spirit.  I don’t want to be a constant memory of a bad time in your life.  I care about you and your happiness.  As much as that is against my rearing and society I was raised in, I care.”                Before he could go on, Amelia interrupted.

              “A few weeks, during which you relentlessly protected me.  I don’t care about how we have come to know one another, I only care that you stay.  I love you; I have fallen in love with you.  With your strength; with your honor; with your commitment; I have fallen in love with you.  Please don’t make me face my day and nights without you.”  Amelia took a breath, completely unaware that she now stood before him – Herman stared at the both of them from the chair she had been occupying, “I think you want me too, but have been consumed by a world that tells you, you can’t.  Take the chance, stay with me.  
Stay with me, Galtan…please.
”

*

              Before Galtan could respond, a buzzing crackle echoed through the communications system. 

              “Your ship is not cleared for intersystem travel – identify.”  At the demand, Galtan hit the button to open responding transmission and stood.  He wrapped his arms around Amiilya, cuddled her against his chest, and then answered the Earthling communication.

              “Yes, this is Galtan of Aruthga’ly, aboard an Amirak-Renian personal transporter.  My mate and I are the only sentients on the ship.  My mate is Amiilya Glass of Earth.”  He smiled gently down at the shocked look on the beautiful face, belonging to the woman he had just claimed, officially.

              “Glass?  Did you just say Amiilya Glass of Earth?”

*

Amelia set her fingertips over Galtan’s lips and answered the space official herself.

              “Yes, this is Amelia Glass – linguist for the Galactic Exploration Federation.  I was kidnapped on my way to Umbriel.”

              “Ms. Glass, do you need lodging form the GEF in Soho?”  The random question would sound like gibberish to a person not born of Earth, but it was the safety question – as formatted to apply to Amelia – used to determine if an Earthling official was being held under duress.  Name, organizationally determined code amenity, employer acronym, and place of childhood residence.  Everyone traveling off planet had to provide the STC – Space Travel Commission with the personalized question.  If answered ‘yes’ the official would know that she was being held under duress, if answered ‘no,’ Amelia was taking responsibility for any visitors to Earth.

              “No thank you, my mate and I have accommodations already arranged.  May we land?”

“You have been cleared for landing at the Central, New York Prime, Space Hub.”

*

Galtan smirked down at the woman in his arms. 

              “I have something else to do right now,” he told her simply as he spun Amiilya toward the rear of the small ship.