Mated

By Suzy Ayers

A damaged vessel was drifting outside Drakkur’s ship; something within him, a voice, told him not to destroy it. It was HER, Cis. Cis is half android and half alien, who looked quite humanoid. It was his first love, his true love. The one he was supposed to be mated with.

Will his right-hand woman Gemma stand by and allow this intruder to step in with the alien she loves? And when the ship comes under attack will she protect Cis as her captain Drakkur demands or will she allow her to die?

See what twisted fate occurs in this alien love story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Suzy Ayers
• Release date: Jul 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005816186

Suzy Ayers

Suzy Ayers is repped by Dark Hollows Press for Saving Lady J, a darker BDSM thriller book.She has multiple Amazon Bestselling Author and Bestseller lists under her belt. She's moved into many genres within romance, including: Fantasy, Paranormal and Erotica. She has been dabbling in thriller/suspense writing in some of her pieces will soon be breaking into an additional pen name and continue to publish under this one.There are many multi-author titles that are free: Grave Hauntings (occult/paranormal), Erotic Fantasies (erotic romance) and Sexy Holiday Bites (holiday erotica/fantasy).Suzy attempts to write in a manner that pulls you into the erotic event and paints an explicit scene of lust and passion. Her purpose of expressing it in this manner is that she believes that sex and love are intertwined and are healthy expressions of the human heart. To her imperfections and flawed characters are beautiful.You can find all of this and so much more on her: Twitter, blog, and Facebook accounts.Twitter: https://twitter.com/SuzyAyersBlog: http://suzyayersauthor.weebly.com/index.htmlFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/SuzyAyersAuthorElement Series Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Elements-The-Before-World-Series/234974969991528

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Suzy Ayers

MATED

MATED

An alien love story

Suzy Ayers

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Prologue

The Species Thinning Selection or the STS was an ominous time that rocked fear within all species and nearly eradicated some of them. With the fear of extinction looming, many species began to form rules. The main conformity requirement was that only ‘like species’ could mate. The societal rules meant that interbreeding became shameful within castes or clans. Shame on your family in these cultures ran so deep that your entire caste or clan would disown you. This would leave you open to being attacked. The elders of each clan set up meetings with the parent or parents to further their species, especially the ones that were seen as weaker. Eventually, these societal rules became an offense and without support of their clans, ending in mortality.

Captscian and Therox were both of clans that were in the higher castes; despite their strength, they were targets. This made the Therox species, especially vulnerable, because they were strong in ways that every other species could not match. Captscian’s had brute force; there were a few other species that were wiped out completely that were like Captscian’s. Therox have metaphysical abilities, meaning they could read minds and transport their thoughts into other’s minds. They in turn clung hard to their castes and its strength, despite the small numbers. This, extinction, is what the elders feared, and they were protective of the continuation of their species.

Chapter 1

Cis lay adrift in a small vessel, blackened both inside and out. There were blue, neon lights flickering with the little power that remained on board the tiny craft. The scent of singed; burnt corpses and electrical sparks were sputtering around her exhausted frame. Most of her crew had died on the main ship, she had attempted to escape. Mackney shot at her with a four-pronged laser from The Rockney ship, as her escape pod shot away. This attack pushed the pod; spiraling it out of her enemy’s view. The explosion immobilized it and alarms went from being ear numbing to nothingness. Cis hoped that Mackney believed that she was dead and would no longer be looking for her.

As soon as she saw Drakkur’s ship, The Peri, she knew it was his. Would he save me? Does he still love me? She wanted to, at the very least, say goodbye before her body faded from this realm. She attempted to speak with Drakkur, using her slowly, diminishing powers. Her message was short and she was unsure if it would reach him. Their connection had been strong, but that was so long ago.

Drakkur, I am the sole survivor on this small vessel. If… her voice broke away, as her soul was fading. I… her voice diminished much like a radio cut off, before her message came through.

***

Alarms sounded on the Peri, as a destroyed ship and debris approached. The Peri had always destroyed all incoming vessels, this realm was extremely aggressive, as were the species in it. The leaders, however, were of two equally fearful variations: impulsive dictators that kill at a whim or thoughtful dictators that all feared, but one ever knew what they were thinking. Many followed the former, but Drakkur, despite his exceptional size and ominous appearance was of the latter group.

Drakkur heard her voice crackling through the speaker, and he stopped the destruction of the floating debris and pods. Was it through the speaker? He asked himself and looked around trying to gauge the bridge, to see if they also heard it. His muscular stature was demanding, as he paced the main deck. His height towered far above his entire crew, all except Gemma.

Drakkur’s black exoskeleton was similar to a cricket, shiny and hard. His species had been dying out. Cis was a species called a Therox, she was a very rare species in her own right. In theory, it was one of the other strong mates available for Captscians. Drakkur was a species that could mate with few other species beyond his own and have their offspring survive, with the exception of Therox. However, Therox are known to kill their mates after coital, much like a praying mantis kill after they produce an heir.

The Therox species was special in many ways. Cis learned at a young age that her eyes needed to remain closed, because as they slid open, a brilliant white light would destroy everything in their path like a laser beam. They were not unlike the lasers on the exterior of any destroyer. However, she could do it with precision or by accident during coital. She had additional talents, including clairvoyance and a phenomenon where she could speak directly into a host’s head. She had this sense additional, to make up for her lack of clear vision.

Drakkur and Cis had been separated for almost twenty years, and hearing her voice sent a fast-paced visual reminder of their time together through his cortex.

Bring that survivor in, put it into the health bay, his voice commanded. The team obeyed, immediately. They never questioned his motives and no one knew who she was. He was both feared and admired.

Gemma, on the main deck, wondered why he wanted this particular survivor. He never allowed them. She had been in love with Drakkur since her last molt. He never showed interest in any other species or any other being. Gemma was curious. If not a Captscian like she and he were, then what? Who was this survivor? Her curiosity had her following him. Their size was not easily hidden so she walked ahead of him for many paces, watching his eyeline. She stopped shy of the health bay, pretending to be looking out of the long corridor of glass windows that had led them there.

Do you need help? She turned quickly to Drakkur, in an attempt to be close to the survivor.

He ignored her gesture and walked past.

A cleaning Mongrel was passing by and stopped. You can’t just talk to him like that. You are lucky he was distracted, it chirped at Gemma with an autotuned sound. He’d kill you without a thought. Stupid girl. The Mongrel mumbled and skated past, sweeping and casting the detector in front of itself. Mongrel’s are robotic janitors; not gender specific.

Gemma sulked and marched off to stare into the abyss of the open galaxy through the gallery of windows. Her mind spiraled on why Drakkur would protect this survivor. She put her entire energy into it. She didn’t have many friends,