Haakon Drogon Prince

By T.J. Quinn

The Slythonians are an alien race well know for capturing the best female breeders in the galaxy.

When women are abducted from Earth by alien slavers to be sold as sex slaves they think their lives are over.

Rosalind is acquired by Haakon, The Drogon Prince to be a breeder

Join me and let's find out what happens

• Language: English
• Publisher: Thesios
• Release date: Jul 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005191160

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Haakon

Drogon Prince

A Drogons’ Fate Series

Book 1

T. J. Quinn

GTQ LLC

Orlando, Florida

Copyright © 2018 by T. J. Quinn

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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

Haakon, Drogon Prince/T. J. Quinn — 1st Ed.

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Chapter One

Rosalind paced her room, trying to make sense out of the past few days. One moment she was standing next to her car and the other, some disgusting lizards were abducting her from the planet and selling her to some sort of dragons on an even furthermost planet called Zuvrak.

The experience had been quite traumatizing.

She had gone out to buy groceries at the nearest supermarket, one of those that stayed open 24/7. She had spent the entire day snuggled on her couch, trying to forget the past few weeks, and then she decided she had to go get something to eat.

It was past midnight, but she had always felt safe in her neighborhood, so she had hopped in her car and had gone shopping.

When she was about to get in her car, on her way back home, two men had approached her at an incredible speed. Before she could open her mouth to scream for help, one of them had covered her mouth, and the other one had pushed a strange syringe into the base of her neck.

The drug, or whatever they injected into her, acted immediately, and the next time she opened her eyes, she was on the floor of her cell on the Slythonian’s vessel.

Going through all the training and the humiliation of the auction had been terrible, and she hated every minute of it. Resisting was not an option because any attempt was immediately punished with the action of the collar they had wrapped around their necks.

The damn thing injected some kind of drug into the bloodstream and caused excruciating pain, as she had the opportunity to experience when she tried to get answers from her captors.

In her group, there was only one other human female, Erin, that had been abducted from England, and during those weeks on the lizards’ vessel, they had become good friends. Fortunately, she had been bought along with her by the Zuvrakians and taken to their own planet, so she wasn’t completely alone in a strange world, God knows in what galaxy, with no hopes of ever returning home.

Expecting to be treated as sex slaves, they had been surprised when the vessel’s captain took them to meet their king. Apparently, they had been bought with another destiny in mind. It still annoyed her to be a virtual prisoner, even if she wasn’t wearing shackles and hadn’t been put in a dungeon. Her whole life had been turned upside down, and there was no way back. Whatever happened to them, they were stranded on an unknown planet. Amongst aliens, they knew nothing of.

She wanted to rant; she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs; she wanted to stomp her feet on the floor out of sheer frustration, but none of that would change their new reality. They couldn’t even escape. They were still wearing the damn collars, and any attempt would be quickly controlled. After all, the Slythonians had passed the control of the collars to the Zuvrakians, and she was sure they wouldn’t hesitate to use it, despite all their kind words and supposed good intentions.

She sighed and stopped in front of the window, resting her forehead against its cold glass, trying to calm herself.

According to the king of the planet, they were expected to become one of their males’ soulmates, but so far, they hadn’t given them any more details on that. She guessed they wouldn’t even know the Zuvrakians were half dragons if it wasn’t for the unexpected arrival of one of them. Still displaying his wings and claws.

Seeing him had been a shock to her. Something strange stirred up inside her, and she felt as if her guts had been clutched in an iron fist as soon as her eyes fell on him.

Tall, at least seven feet tall, like all the Drogons she had seen so far, with a long, platinum mane, that fell down his back and those peculiar gray eyes, Haakon was one of the most attractive men… being… whatever he was… she had ever seen.

In fact, he looked a lot like his brother, the king. Same hair, same build, same features. But for some reason, the king hadn’t appealed to her the way this man did. Perhaps it was the barely contained fierceness she could sense in him that wasn’t as obvious under the veneer of civility of the king. She had no idea what it was, but it was so powerful she couldn’t deny it, at least not to herself.

Used to showing an indifferent expression to the world, she found herself struggling not to show her attraction to him. That had been the last straw.

She asked the king to end the meeting, and he finally agreed.

Egil, one of the men who had bought them from the Slythonians, aka the lizards, guided them through what seemed like endless hallways to their suites. The place was huge, and though she had an excellent life back on Earth, the planet’s overpopulation had forced people to live in smaller and smaller houses and apartments. She was sure her whole apartment would fit in the suite’s living room, not to mention the bedroom, the bathroom and the dressing room that were a part of the suite.

The only thing she didn’t like was the minimalism of the decoration. The suite had the necessary furniture and nothing else, not a picture on a wall, not a cushion on the sofa, and surely not a vase with flowers on the small table.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, she took a shower, as if she could decipher the shower stall she had seen in the bathroom.

But she wasn’t able to. She couldn’t read the hieroglyphs on the shower stall, and she couldn’t make the damn thing work.

Frustrated and feeling edgy, she left her room, looking for someone to help her.

She had taken just a few steps out of her room when she heard someone behind her. Startled, she turned around to find Haakon walking her way. Her heart jumped in her chest, and she instinctively put her hand over it.

Is there a problem, Víf Rosalind? he asked, with a naughty smile on his face, as if he knew exactly how she was feeling.

She looked around, eager to find someone else to help her, but they seemed to be alone in the hallway. She let out a deep sigh. I need to take a shower. Unfortunately, I do not know how to make the shower stall work. How can I call someone to help me? she asked, making sure he understood she didn’t want his help.

I can help you, he offered immediately.

I’m sure you have more important things to do than to show me how to work the shower. she dismissed his offer as politely as she could.

Nonsense, there’s nothing more important than seeing your guests are well-cared for, he said, taking her by her elbow and guiding her back to her room.

The moment he touched her, jolts of energy rushed through her body, as if the fabric of her tunic between their skins didn’t exist. Her heart speeded its pace, and she was having trouble controlling her breathing as he drew her back into her bedroom.

Really, there is no need for you to bother… she insisted, but he didn’t pay her any attention.

Haakon had never expected the turn this visit to his older brother would take. Of course, he knew Brynjar had sent Asgar on a special mission, to find candidates for mates. The Drogons were running out of females at an incredible speed. If they didn’t do anything to stop that, they would be extinct in a matter of rotations.

Brynjar called him, summoning him to a council meeting. Though he wasn’t fond of visiting the city, he left his beloved mountains in the middle of a snowstorm. Using a vehicle in those conditions was almost impossible, so he took out his mighty wings and fly to the city. It was a long distance, but nothing he hadn’t done before.

Unfortunately, he had arrived late; interrupting the meeting with his wings and claws still displayed, and he scared the two guests Asgar had brought back.

He was sure he would never forget that moment.

What did I miss? I came as soon as I could, but the snow had other plans, he had said, as he had walked into the room.

What the hell…? a female voice had come from somewhere in the room, surprising him.

Haakon… you’re scaring our guests, his brother had snarled, getting up and striding to stand in front of him.

Hello, brother, Haakon had nodded, retracting his wings and claws in just a few seconds. Did I hear the word guests?

Yes…

It was then when his nostrils had picked up her scent, and his whole body had frozen. He had sniffed the air again, to make sure, and the powerful scent of her had almost knocked him down.

Brynjar stepped aside. And he had been able to see her for the first time, wiping any doubt he might have had.

Is this for real? he had finally muttered, with a deep frown.

You tell me, little brother. Does it feel real? his brother had asked.

But… how is this possible? he had muttered, having trouble believing what he had been confronted with.

He had found his soul mate, and now she was standing in front of him, trying to find ways to avoid him, as if his presence startled her too much.

He was sure she didn’t fear him; she felt the connection between them and couldn’t or didn’t want to understand it. But he wasn’t giving up. He would be everywhere she turned around, making sure it was impossible for her to deny him or the feelings they were destined to share.

He took her directly to the bathroom and turned to look at her.

Are you sure you want to use the shower? The tub can work miracles on a tired body, he suggested, but she shook her head.

I’m so tired I would fall asleep and drown in the tub. And she wasn’t exaggerating. All of a sudden, the stress of the past weeks was taking its toll. And his presence didn’t help her at all.

I would never let that happen, he assured, frowning at the thought of losing her in such a silly way.

You wouldn’t be here to stop it, she pointed out, coldly. Now, can you show me how to use the damn thing or do I have to call someone else? she insisted, eager to be alone, out of his disturbing presence.

He decided it wasn’t wise to insist, so he walked to the shower stall and showed her the basic functions. Then he walked to a wall and pressed a button, revealing a concealed cabinet with towels and a few other items. He picked one out and showed it to her.

You can put this on after the shower. It was a white tunic, made of a light fabric, but it was huge, perfect to fit the Drogons but not here. It’s not your size, but we haven’t had time to get you something more appropriate.

It’s alright, I can manage. She took the tunic from his hands. Thank you for your help, but I really don’t want to stall you much longer.

He chuckled, but nodded. Have a pleasant shower Víf Rosalind.

Rosalind, please. Call me Rosalind, she asked him, crossing her arms over her chest, not sure why she had asked him that.

It would have been better to keep him at a distance.

Of course, Rosalind. he nodded again and with a mischievous grin cracking his handsome face, he finally left the bathroom.

With a heavy sigh, Rosalind took off the tunic she had been wearing and started the shower. As the water on the Zuvrakian vessel, this one was orange too and feeling it run down her body was so pleasant she stayed underneath the warm stream longer than she had planned. With a sigh, she finally washed her hair and the rest of her body with the soap Haakon had shown her, and several minutes later, she finally exited the shower stall.

In front of the sink, she looked for a toothbrush, but there was nothing, not even something similar to one, but found a strange comb she used to brush her long hair. After that, she put on the tunic he had given her and returned to the bedroom, just to find him there, standing at her window, looking out.

What the hell are you doing here? she snorted, furious with his presence, but especially angry with herself for the way her body responded to his.

After what you told me, I had to be sure you would be alright, he said, with a smile, closing the distance between them, and standing just a few inches away from her.

She backed away, tilting her head to look him in the eyes.

What do you care what happens to me? I’m a stranger, she grumbled.

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