Page 21 of Bred by the Alien Prince

“I’m nobody’s property, and I can’t stay here!”

“The only chance you have at saving yourself and your species is to produce a child for the prince or find a female of your species who can. Otherwise, you will find yourselves enslaved like every other incompatible species.”

"What?! I can't have a baby! I'm a man!"

"Hmph, from what I've heard, you're an omega, so you should be able to breed just fine."

"Omega?! What the hell are you talking about? I'm no omega. I don't even know what that is."

She sighed. "My kind aren't naturally omegas either so I sympathize with you, having your body altered in such a way must come with such a shock. So, let me explain your predicament. Daruuk, a Travol prince who turned rebel fighter and now slaver, attacked your vessel. You were taken to his slave colony on the moon of Qzai and held prisoner until Prince Lorvian, your savior and new captor, raided the compound. You were brought here and experimented on, just like they had done to my kind when they discovered us a hundred years ago."

"W—What did they do to me?"

"Their race, the Valisians, is dying, and they will do whatever they can to save themselves—even if it means bestowing the abilities of their kind onto other species."

"They put some stuff in me? So I can have a baby?" I pictured a baby coming out with dog legs and almost vomited in my mouth...if I had eaten anything in the last few hours or days. “Bullshit!” I yelled. “I’m not having a baby. I’m not having anybody’s baby! So you can tell him he’s mistaken if he thinks I’m giving birth to anything!”

"The injections did not place a baby in you, but to alter your that could turn you into either an omega or an alpha. Their species is dying out because of a terrible virus. The Valisian government has been very tight-lipped about it. Not even most of their kind know this, but I believe the Virus was created in a lab rather it being anything natural. Perhaps one of us lesser races proved it wasn't so inferior after all." She smiled with delight.

"This can't be happening…"

She walked to the door, opened it, and wheeled in a small clothing rack. “See if anything fits and try to behave yourself. The doctor will be in to check on your injuries.

This was the first time I felt like I had any hope here. She understood me and I understood her, which meant I could understand that man, but I also wondered if that was some exploding chip in my head. Okay, calm down.

I went to the rack and picked out something that looked comfortable: a lengthy, loose-fitting black and silver tunic. I felt embarrassed cause I had no underwear on, and the pants they had in here were way too big for me.

The door slid open, and the same hazmat suit-wearing bastard came inside. I ran to the bed and crossed it in some strange instinctual way of protecting myself.

“I know you can understand me now. This is wonderful.” He said. His voice sounded almost weasel-like, and his heavy breathing freaked me out.

“Are you the doctor?”

“If you don’t run, I can help you with your broken bones.”

I relaxed somewhat and allowed him to lift my tunic; so much for not being naked. He raised my arm where the bruising was at its worst. I felt a small, sharp pain, and he withdrew.

“The meds should dull the pain significantly and promote faster healing. You may feel better soon.”

CHAPTER 8

Thealienstrodeconfidentlyinto the room, immediately commanding my attention. Yeah, I could totally see him as royalty.

He had changed into a skintight black bodysuit that showed off every sculpted muscle and sinewy curve. His tan, spotted skin seemed to glow, and his long white-blonde hair was tied back, revealing his elegantly pointed ears.

As he smiled, his angular features and strong jawline were strikingly handsome. His eyes were like black pools of endless depth that I got lost in. He rolled the cart of exotic food and drinks closer, and I caught his spicy, masculine scent - woodsy yet sweet.

To my shock, I felt a wave of heat course through me. My heart pounded as I noticed every detail about him - how his suit clung to his powerful thighs and his canines’ sharp points when he spoke. Confusion washed over me at my body’s reaction. Why did part of me want him to come closer, to touch me?

I shook my head, trying to clear whatever spell his smell had put me under. This was the man who had kidnapped me and experimented on me. I shouldn’t be attracted to him at all! But the sweet, musky smell permeating the room made rational thought difficult. I realized my cock had grown stiff, my skin flushed.

Horrified, I wrapped my arms around myself and looked away. But his presence still filled the space. I had to fight the desires he stirred in me, no matter how enticing his sculpted body seemed. I refused to give in, focusing on my anger and fear instead. But he did rescue from some slaver? So maybe I could reason with him.

“A lot of this is just trial and error, which isn’t the ideal way to handle this; we don’t need you dying of anything poisonous. The good news is that our scans helped select this food. We knew to stay away from dextrose foods.”

“You can understand me now…” I murmured.

“Focus on eating and healing. Seems like I won’t be able to fuck you until you get better, but then again, we do have lots of drugs to take away the pain—”

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