Chain

By Viola Grace

Estelle is a logistical expert, show her a problem and she can solve it. When she is drugged and enslaved, she looks for a way out, sending messages with every outgoing slave and hoping that one will get her plan to the Alliance in time. The escape is on, but she has been shackled to her breeding partner that very evening, linked by a chain they lead the escape until one partner goes on alone. Survivors are offered a place on an Oefric colony world. The shape shifters have a separate town from the arena survivors, and that is where their hospitality ends. Steel leads the charge to design a working village, and since she conveniently made it into the survivors and not the Alliance specialist designation when she landed, let the fun begin. Wyanic is eventually persuaded to look in on the growing village, and imagine his surprise when his true mate greets him when he thought her dead on the ship.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Feb 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781554877713

Viola Grace

Viola Grace (aka Zenina Masters) is a Canadian sci-fi/paranormal romance writer with ambitions to keep writing for the rest of her life. She specializes in short stories because the thrill of discovery, of all those firsts, is what keeps her writing.An artist who enjoys a story that catches you up, whirls you around and sets you down with a smile on your face is all she endeavours to be. She prefers to leave the drama to those who are better suited to it, she always goes for the cheap laugh.

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Estelle is a logistical expert, show her a problem and she can solve it. When she is drugged and enslaved, she looks for a way out, sending messages with every outgoing slave and hoping that one will get her plan to the Alliance in time. The escape is on, but she has been shackled to her breeding partner that very evening, linked by a chain they lead the escape until one partner goes on alone. Survivors are offered a place on an Oefric colony world. The shape shifters have a separate town from the arena survivors, and that is where their hospitality ends. Steel leads the charge to design a working village, and since she conveniently made it into the survivors and not the Alliance specialist designation when she landed, let the fun begin. Wyanic is eventually persuaded to look in on the growing village, and imagine his surprise when his true mate greets him when he thought her dead on the ship.

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Chain

Copyright © 2011 Viola Grace

ISBN: 978-1-55487-771-3

Cover art by Martine Jardin

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Chain

A Terran Times Novella

By

Viola Grace

Chapter One

I don’t require a female at this time. Wyanic scowled as the handlers shoved him under a shower and stripped him. If his hands hadn’t been cuffed in front of him on a chain that led to his ankles, he would have given them more than snarled words.

Your needs are not our concern. The female is receptive and the management wants her bred. They have missed her other heats and this time, they are not going to let the opportunity pass.

Wyanic tensed as they scrubbed his genitals until the skin was almost raw. The water was turned off and blasts of air dried him. One of the handlers tied a short leather covering around his hips and the other attached a heavy chain to his waist with extra loops hooked up to dangle from it.

What is this for? He had had several females brought to him over the last three months, but they had never put a chain on him.

Well, she is biologically receptive but physically resistant. Management wants a child off her and you will not be unshackled until she is pregnant. The handler tugged him out of the grooming area, past the entrance to the arena and down a hall.

Wyanic looked around him. He had never been down this hall before.

This is the breeding area. Only women live in this space.

The wail of an infant sent a shiver through him.

Well, women and their offspring until the children are sold.

Wyanic’s muscles tensed at the image his mind presented him with.

He had been captured four months earlier and had spent every other day fighting for his life for the entertainment of others. They were on a travelling station, a warship that had been repurposed to hold sentients for a darker purpose.

Wyanic had been travelling to get some equipment and supplies for his colony as well as some staff specialists. One drink at the wrong bar and he had woken up in the bowels of this ship with no idea how much time had passed. From that point on, survival had been his prime concern.

Here she is. She has been restrained, but once you are locked together, we will release her. From what I have heard, you should be able to subdue her at close range.

He had no idea what he would be facing, but the milk-skinned woman with a river of chestnut hair and fully dilated pupils was not it. Her form was exceptionally pleasing to his eyes—her breasts were high and very full, her waist narrow and her hips nicely rounded. The sparkling tattoo across her abdomen denoted her as a newer race to the Alliance.

Easy, lass. The handler hauled him forward and kept a grip on his chains while tilting the female upright on the giant X station she had been strapped to.

This close to her, with the stink of his fights washed off, he could smell her heat. A teasing musk that drew him closer to investigate the source.

She bared her teeth in defiance and hissed angrily as the chain links from his waist were tied around her own. They were less than three feet apart and he could feel the heat from her skin against his.

This pale rose had been in the dark for some time. Her eyes were looking up at him, almost blind in the weak lighting of the breeding chamber.

The sudden freedom of his wrists had him reaching for the woman before the handler had left the room. Without a word, he unfastened her from the X and helped her regain feeling in her hands.

Her words were quiet, Thank you.

Suddenly, Wyanic felt nine feet tall. The thanks from this delicate creature meant more to him than all his victories in the arena and that feeling shook him to the core.

We don’t need to do anything.

The pale woman smiled weakly. Yes we do. If we don’t, they come in with shockers and spend five minutes torturing me. Then they will do it for ten after the next time they come in and we haven’t copulated.

She pressed her fingers to his lips when he leaned in for a kiss. Wait, what species are you?

Oefric. He mumbled it against her fingers and she smiled, lighting the high cheekbones with a touch of colour beneath the skin.

Good. You are on my list. She leaned up to press her lips against his and he was lost in a sea of sensation that he had never felt before.

Part of his heart sank while the rest rejoiced at finding his mate. This was an unsure situation and getting out alive was not a sure thing. He pushed thoughts of the future away and simply enjoyed something he thought he would never feel. His true mate in his arms.

* * * *

When he came through the door, Estelle froze in place. She ignored the handler who latched the chain around her waist after she gave him the expected hiss. She didn’t want them to expect an easy or unchallenged contact. They were monitoring