Page 18 of Bred by the Alien Prince

“Doctor.”

“Sir!” The older man saluted. His name was Dr. Pheasus. He was over eight hundred years old, retirement age, but he was obsessed with ships and working onboard a vessel. He said he couldn’t bear sitting at home and staring out a window until he croaked. He needed action and wanted to go where he was most needed. So, I put him to work on my ship.

“What do we have? It’s a man, I presume?”

“Yes! A new alien species capable of siring children. But also…” he hesitated.

“Also, what?”

“Well, I was thinking that if no one knows of these aliens yet, they aren’t under the Protection Act yet.”

“You want to torture the creature for your experiments?” I raised a brow.

“Well, torture is such a dirty word.” He chuckled. “Our kind is going extinct, and I hoped that traveling with you, outside of the laws of our world, could help me discover a breakthrough that may help us avoid oblivion. This new species could be the very thing we need.”

“How so? Out of nearly every alien species we’ve discovered, only two can birth our children, and none can sire. This may very well be another dud.”

“Yes, but none of them resembled our kind as much as this one does, and so far, the DNA tests are looking very positive. We may be able to inject it with our hormones and have it survive. It will be a great boon if it can sire our kind. Provided we can find more, of course.”

“If he can, let’s hope his kind can perform better than the Travols.”

His eyes remained on me as fierce as a cornered animal, ready for their last stand. He was angry, that much was clear, I wondered about his strength and fighting ability, he killed one of Regis’ men despite being smaller and frail looking, and thinking about him fighting in the nude was making my cock hard.

“He’s been decontaminated and scanned for major diseases. He’s clean, but we still don’t know every illness he can spread.”

“I want results as soon as possible, Doc.”

He appeared to think. "Once he has undergone gene therapy, I can persuade a young female soldier to step inside and run a few tests.”

“To fuck him?”

“Two skips with a single stone. If she gets ill, it won’t damage the entire crew. We’ll keep her in containment as well and see if she becomes impregnated.”

“He’s feistier than most aliens in this predicament.” I chuckled softly. He didn’t take his eyes off me; he looked like he wanted to tear me apart if he could. “I think I’d like to have him for myself.”

“Sir, if you get sick…”

“Hush, I’m sure I’m strong enough to ride out whatever I catch. And my room is sealed enough and isolated from the rest of the ship. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he fucks whichever woman you bring to us.”

“Hm, I suppose, as long as the experiments are conducted… I’ll ensure that once the therapy is done, we put him in the bubble and deliver him to your cabin.” He bowed low, understanding it wasn’t wise to challenge me once I set my mind to a task.

It felt good to take off my armor; the warm water and aroma oils washing away the sweat and stink were a bonus. However, I couldn’t stop thinking of my father’s so-called wish.

What the hell did he want from me? Why did he choose me? I was sure it was because I received the most victories in battle, but a galaxy of peace? Me? The King of Peace? My father must have fallen and hit his head.

The rest of the journey was uneventful until I heard word from the Doc that gene therapy had been completed and the specimen was more than alive, but thriving and transforming most unexpectedly.

During the tests, he was receptive to our alpha pheromones, like our omegas.

The Doc wanted to forgo siring to observe this specimen's behavior with actual alpha pheromones over the weaker synthetic mess. And no one on board had more potent alpha pheromones than me.

I heard the door open to my cabin, and I climbed out of the bath and entered the room as I wrapped the blanket around me to catch the water.

A chuckle escaped me. “The Doc wasn’t lying about the bubble!”

The boy was still naked inside a round containment bubble, which they placed on a trolley to wheel him inside.

“Give me an ETA when we’ve reached Eros,” I ordered, not taking my eyes off the strange male.

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