Page 3 of The Alien's Pet

Her blue eyes looked around the all-gray room. Would it kill these guys to add a little color?

A slightly shorter man than the giants from earlier was looking at the numbers in front of him from a monitor. He looked older and there was an annoyed look on his face. If he noticed Karin had awoken, he didn't said anything.

"Where am I?" she croaked. Her throat felt dry.

"One of the healing rooms. Relax. I am just finishing running a few tests, just making sure everything is where it's supposed to be and everything is working how it should be. The human body is much more complicated than it seems, especially the females. Though, of course, no one listens to poor Azis. The only thing on their mind is breeding?—"

"Why does my body hurt?"

"You were given two injections." Azis looked bored. "One to increase fertility, to make sure you get impregnated quickly. The second one is to prolong your lifespan, to make it similar to ours. Humans die so quickly, we want to make sure all of the hassle is worth it. Your private regions have been removed of hair completely. The soreness should diminish in a few days. My supervisors won't like it, but I can give you a pill to remove some of the soreness?—"

"What?" Karin screeched. Oh, yes, it was official; her increased stress levels from the past decade had finally made her insane. This man, thing, or whatever just told her they'dprepared her like a prize heifer, to be bred? She started to squirm. "Get me out of here!"

"Subject 206?—"

"Karin! My name is Karin! I insist you call me by my name."

Azis curled his lip, obviously in annoyance. He didn't look as scary as the men from earlier, but she didn't want to push too far.

"Karin, I'm afraid it won't be possible. You were handpicked along with every other woman you saw earlier. Taking humans from earth is risky business. We cannot do it often and especially cannot return the females simply because they are upset. You, along with everyone else, were chosen because you were alone. You had nobody who would miss you, which makes things easier." Azis' voice sounded almost kind. Meanwhile, Karin wanted to burst into tears. He was right; she had no one. "You'll see, once you've calmed down, we will find you a mate. You won't be treated cruelly here as long as you obey. Most women settle down after their first baby. Before you know it, you won't even miss Earth."

"What is this place?" The fear had subdued somewhat, but she was sure it was because she was going into shock.

"Krotev. It is an all-male planet. We're not far from Earth, which is why we don't look so different, you and I. Our species has been reproducing with human females for centuries. Technically, I suppose you could call us half-human, though it is not fully correct. When we're born, we are full Krotev aliens, though we change back between a human form and our true form. It is what the warriors do, at least, especially when a woman is particularly nervous."

"All male planet? So, there are no women on Krotev?"

"That's what I just said! Weren't you listening? Our genes makes it so females only give birth to males. Never females. Which means, we have to go down to earth every couple of yearsor so to get a new batch. Though the king has been going more often. It is a waste, if you ask me, especially with so many other planets close by?—"

Karin didn't bother listening to Azis' whining. She would be given to one of these brute men and forced to be his whore and get pregnant over and over again until she gave birth to a boatload of his demon-looking children.

This would not be her fate. She would make sure of it.

Karin didn't care if it got her killed, she would return to earth if it was the last thing she did.

Three

One month later…

King Korrev looked at his second in command and best friend, Kyvan, with a bored expression. He had just finished his daily training and had been about to enjoy his dinner, when Kyvan asked if he could have a word.

If he would have known the reason behind it, he would have denied his request. Both of them were in their human form, which they preferred to be in when they were not training and, instead, were in the safety of the palace.

The two men couldn't have been more different. While Kyvan sported short, cropped, dark hair, Korrev's own golden blond hair cascaded down his shoulders when he didn't have it braided. Kyvan was even-tempered and fair. Korrev was sharp-tongued and violent.

It was a wonder they were even friends in the first place. But they had grown up together, almost like brothers. For years, they only had each other, as their fathers often fought in wars and their mothers were dead and buried.

As far as friends went, he supposed he could do worse. Besides, Kyvan was the only one who tolerated him when he was in one of his raging tempers which, for the king, was often.

"Are you telling me three Krotev warriors have been struggling to control one single human female for an entire month?" he growled. "Why the hell hasn't she been mated yet?"

Kyvan sighed. "Everyone has refused to take her. They say she isn't worth the trouble and would rather wait for the next batch. She's pretty." As if that solved anything. No one wanted a beautiful female if she had a sharp tongue. "But she's difficult. We have tried everything to break her—placed her in isolation, reduced her food, threatened her, spanked her until her ass was bright red and covered in welts. Nothing works. I think we might have to send her back."

"No. Memory erasing is a hassle."

"Do you suggest we kill her?"

"No. It would be a waste if she's pretty. Bring her to me. I want to see the female who has managed to subdue my strongest warriors."

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