Subject 26-A

By Scarlett J Rose

After a war that has lasted far too long, Earth is near the breaking point. Humans live in refugee camps as the waters rise and claim arable land, and the tentative peace with the alien invaders seems to be a dream filled with hope and a promise of a new life for those who survived.

But there are those who want the war to continue. Some Trenins want to enslave the human race, and some humans want to get back at the Trenins for what they did to their world.

Sam, an unsuspecting nurse, is called to serve in a top-secret project, with a captured Trenin Rebel as the subject of the experiment. She doesn’t expect to fall for the broody, harsh male, with the hypnotic eyes, nor does she realize he's a package deal ... with two other males who are desperate to get their mate back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Aug 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781773393643

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Copyright© 2017 Scarlett J Rose

ISBN: 978-1-77339-364-3

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Karyn White

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my readers, I hope you enjoy this first foray into the world of the Trenin Alliance.

A big thank you to the wonderful staff at Evernight Publishing, and to my beta readers who found Kren, Reln and Lorg sexy as hell.

SUBJECT 26-A

The Trenin Alliance, 1

Scarlett J Rose

Copyright © 2017

Chapter One

Ellis, when you’re finished there I need to see you in private, Doctor Forsythe said as he passed her.

Samantha Ellis nodded. Yes, Doctor. She turned back to her patients, a mother and young child. The little boy looked up at her with wide, black eyes, each dark iris swirling with a kaleidoscope of colors. His mother’s face showed weariness from running and hiding for months from the Trenins, from whom she and her son had escaped. They had been brought to Camp Ninety-Four by a group of mercenaries that helped human slaves escape from the Trenin. Sam couldn’t even begin to know what this poor woman had gone through in her years as some Trenin’s sex slave.

Okay, sweetheart, this will just be a little sting, and then we’ll be finished, Sam said as she drew the inoculation into the syringe. The technology was considered primitive, what with all the new tech that the Trenins had brought with them and that the humans had stolen from their enemy during the war with the humanoid aliens. Mankind’s reverse-engineering skills had been put to the test, and even with the scattered military, humans were slowly clawing back from near extinction.

Sadly, not every refugee camp on Earth could obtain the much-needed supplies. Camp Ninety-Four was fortunate to have what they did. The camp where Sam’s parents and younger sisters were located had conditions that were much worse than here.

Their world was dying as a result of the Trenin’s devastating weapons. People were starving, and the rising levels of the Earth’s oceans had displaced so many people that law and order were things of the past. Only in the camps was there some semblance of sanity and stability. Though there had been a truce called and negotiations for peace were being conducted between Earth’s remaining government bodies and the Ruling Clan of the Trenins, there were still those of the alien race who were rebelling against the peace. The rebel Trenins would occasionally attack defenseless camps and capture humans for slaves. The woman before her was both fortunate, and unfortunate. She had managed to escape her fate, but had a permanent reminder of her ordeal in the form of the sweet little boy in her arms.

Sam took a small square of precious gauze and pressed it against the mouth of a bottle of antiseptic. She dampened the gauze before gently wiping it on the boy’s bare arm. His mother held her child securely, trying to comfort him before the pain of the needle. She hummed a soft tune to calm the child as Sam pressed the needle into his skin.

The boy screamed, his mouth wide open, revealing a small blue-tinged tongue, and his skin hardened around the needle, almost stone-like. The boy was undeniably a Trenin-human half-breed. Sam knew she would have to register this young boy with the fledgling Earth Interspecies Registry, a reasonably new service from the weakened United Earth Government’s attempts to regain control over their people, which kept track of all alien/human children who returned to Earth.

Okay, sweetie, almost done, she said softly as she injected the serum into the child’s body. She withdrew the needle from his skin, which had slowly returned to its original suppleness as she wiped the sore spot over with the antiseptic soaked gauze. She looked up to the mother, who cuddled her son close, whispering soothing words to him. Sam was lucky with this boy. Sometimes the needles broke off in a Trenin half-breed and would require a bit of force to pry the needle from the hardened skin. It would have proven quite traumatic for both child and mother.

Sam smiled, her heart melting a little at the sight. She knew that although the boy had a rough start to life, anywhere would be better for him than under the Trenins’ rule.

All right, bring him back for his next check up in a month and make sure you get some food into both of you, Sam said, as she patted the boy’s head. He snuggled against his mother’s chest, his trust of her shattered by the painful experience.

Thank you, Nurse, the mother said, before she carried her son out of the medical tent and into the refugee camp.

Samantha sighed and stretched, pushing her hands into the small of her back, gently massaging the sore muscles with her fingertips. She packed up, disposing of the needle and gauze before she made her way to the head physician’s tent.

The air was hot outside the stuffy medical tent, the summer breeze providing little relief as she walked along the small grouping of tents with the red cross on the sides, displaying their medical purpose. She avoided the guy-ropes in the narrow alleyway that the rows of tents had created as she walked. She thought about her own family, her parents and sisters, who were in another camp hundreds of miles away. She was scheduled for a Comms link-up with her family after her shift, and she was looking forward to it. She had managed to get her family on a waiting list for a migration pass to the new Human Colonies that were being set up as part of the peace treaty with the Trenin High Command.

On the Trenin home world there were political instabilities between clans, great struggles for power. Some called for the annihilation of the humans, while others called for the humans to be absorbed into the Trenin Alliance. There were great conflicts being fought on both the Trenin home and on Earth. If Earth’s inhabitants proved viable to joining the Trenin Aliance, it could be a new start for her family and a chance at a normal life for her teenage twin sisters, Celeste and Sasha.

The tent of the lead physician of Camp Ninety-Four stood at the back of the medical section, away from much of the noise, stench, and general misery that such camps seemed to have in abundance. She entered the small tent and waited a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darker room.

Ah, Nurse Ellis, please have a seat. Doctor Forsythe’s voice drew her attention to the small trestle table that served as his desk. The legs seemed to bow under the weight of the near-mountain of paperwork that the lead physician had to go though. Forsythe waited until she had sat down in a rickety old chair that was probably an antique scrounged from some abandoned farmhouse somewhere.

Cup of water? I’m sorry I can’t offer you coffee. As you know, we ran out of tea and coffee two weeks ago, no word yet on the resupply, Forsythe said sadly as he pushed his battered glasses up along his nose. The spectacles were being held together valiantly by a piece of old sticky tape. It’s becoming a running joke, ‘what will we run out of next?’

Sam shook her head at the situation.

Thanks, but I’m okay, Doctor. What was it you needed to see me about? she asked, leaning back in the chair, then sitting upright again when it groaned warningly.

Ah, yes. What I am about to tell you is highly classified, and must not leave this tent. The United Earth Military has requested a nurse with experience in Trenin physiology, and I’ve put you forward. Seeing as you have worked extensively with several half-breeds, you are perfect for the position. There is a good remunerative package, and they have said that your family will be looked after as well, should you take the position.

Sam frowned a little, before she schooled her face to an impassive visage. Ah, thank you, Doctor. I’m not sure what to say.

I’d say take the job, get out of this hellhole. Forsythe sighed. I know I would. The doctor stood up. "Colonel Holmes from the UEM will be here shortly. He wants an answer. If you agree, you’ll depart immediately. Think about it,