Page 12 of Claimed by the Alien Warrior Triad

Plus, no-one I’ve ever seen has such light, marble-colored skin. They aren’t albinos, without pigment. No, the skin of these three looks exactly that of the like statues I’ve seen in museums; smooth and polished. But the thing thatreallystands out about them isn’t their tribal tattoos. It’s the green in their veins – that venomous fluid that pulses beneath their skin.

It’s starting to make sense. My mind conjured up the polar opposite of Joshua. His boyish good looks are the antithesis of the manly, hard features and diamond-cut jawlines of the three men looming in front of me. I can practically smell the pheromones and testosterone dripping off them.

The whirling, ornate tribal designs of the tattoos that cover their chests and arms draw my eyes. Joshua would never have dared to get a tattoo – which was once something I liked about him. I might be a shark in the boardroom and the courts, but I’ve never felt comfortable being around the kind of clients that were particularly buff or tattooed up. They intimidated me.

Yet, the danger radiating from those men is a candle compared to the burning bonfire of raw, potential violence that smolders off from these three, huge, beastly men in front of me.

These guys don’t just have afewlittle tattoos. They’re covered in them – their enormous muscles a gallery of intricate tribal designs, seared into their skin with a green ink that almost glows.

Stryker steps forward, and I realize his plan before he can act. He’s about to grab me and flip me over his shoulder again – which is a convenient, but undignified way of travelling. I remember his huge palm patting against my bottom, and my cheeks flush at the humiliation.

I leap back.

My heel is stuck in the damp ground and stays in place. The rest of me? The rest of me goes flying.

If I wanted to portray myself as a smart, classy businesswoman, that chance has now gone. Instead, I land awkwardly in a pile on the ground; my professional, black skirt soaked and ruined in the mud.

The three men laugh – emitting deep rumbles that make my cheeks burn red with indignation.

“Don’t laugh!” I scold, knowing they won’t understand my words – but hoping my tone is clear.

Stryker holds out his wide hand, but I ignore it, getting up and refusing his help in a huff. I kick off my other heel. They might be a necessity in the office, but on this alien planet these towering stilettos are wildly impractical.

Alien planet.

It hits me again. These warriors aren’t human.

They’realiens.

The realization still shocks me to the core. I put the pieces together once again – the ones that had originally led to this incredible conclusion. It still makes sense.

Gravity feels lower here. Animals are infinitely larger. The sun is a deeper red. Over my 32 years of life, I’ve never had much time to consider aliens. For the last decade especially, my thoughts have orbited around the two most important things in my life: My relationship with Joshua and my career.

In the back of my head, I’ve always thought aliens were a possibility – especially considering the enormous size of the universe. If aliens did exist, though, I thought they’d be too far away to ever find us. If wedidtake to the stars, maybe we’d only ever find the derelict wrecks of long-gone cultures that had risen and burned out long before we conquered space.

But apparently, I’m wrong. And now that I think about it, is it so far-fetched that aliens could come to Earth and take women?

I once watched a documentary on alien abductions, having no idea I’d one-day be subject to one myself. At the time I’d felt so much pity for the poor, confused souls who I’d thought just wanted to feel special by making up an incredible tale.

But now… Maybe those takes weren’t so incredible after all.

Alien abduction… But why? And whyme?

My cheeks redden. Haleon, Brigg and Stryker might not be hard as rock any more – not in the aftermath of battle – but if theyarealiens, then it’s clear there’s onlyonereason they came for me. The huge, throbbing erections they had in their tight loincloths showedthoseintentions very clearly.

The three huge aliens want my body.

They abducted me tomatewith me. Tobreedme.

What a horrible surprise they’ll get, when they can’t get me pregnant!

And then that realization sobers me.

That’s the reason for this specific hallucination. It all makes sense now! My mind is torturing me.

It’s logical. The day my fiancé realized I was infertile, eight months ago, he’d stopped being attracted to me and chased a younger woman instead.

Now that I’ve comprehended the shock of his betrayal, and how it was centered around my biggest insecurity and vulnerability, my mind apparently gave up processing reality and filled itself up with these shameful and guilty hallucinations instead.

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