Page 30 of Bred by the Alien Prince

Omegas are a real pain in the ass, no matter what species they are. We were having a good time; I don’t get what’s so wrong with telling him he smells nice or that his asshole fits me and tastes sweet… Hmm, perhaps I did not say all of that.

Ugh, he wanted me to say something nice about his hair and eyes. Shouldn’t an omega take pride in knowing how well he has pleased his mate? I suppose not.

Perhaps all I did was talk of nothing but sex, sex, and more sex. And maybe telling him something else was what he needed. Hell, even Valisian omegas wanted something loving spoken to them; however, I’ve never been in that type of relationship, and I certainly didn’t see it growing up.

My Damma raised me alone for the most part. He refused to allow the hegemony to raise me. My father gave him a cottage near the palace and one servant to help, leaving him alone. The times Father visited me, I couldn’t recall a single loving word spoken between him and my Damma. Everything was like a battle between them.

I watched my alien, who sat on a stool inside the containment bubble. This time, Tavi brought him clothing, and she fine-tuned herself.

A long and sleek black tunic lined with silver threaded designs that dipped in the back and lifted in the front, with a high collared shirt underneath and sharp, structured shoulders. Paired with black leather pants and thigh-high boots. Tavi clipped his long hair in the front, exposing his perfect face more, and it made me somewhat uncomfortable while comforting me at the same time.

He resembled someone I didn’t want to think of, and it didn’t help that Tavi went out of her way to make a smaller replica of royal Valisian attire. That bitch. But it wasn’t as if anyone here would notice.

The alien avoided my gaze from his containment bubble whenever he could, making an effort to look away. We sat in silence inside the transport shuttle that exited the ship to the station, and I felt relieved when we could leave the shuttle to enjoy the fresh air of this planet.

I also wanted my new alien to feel this breeze, but decontaminating new alien species was protocol before allowing them to roam about.

I stepped off the shuttle, and the summer night breeze kissed my skin; it was the perfect time of year for their nightly festivities. Most of my crew had already fucked off, either fucking whores in some brothel, fucking each other in some cheap hotel, or gambling at one of the many gambling houses scattered about the station.

I would need Swarti to put together a roll call once we finished shore leave, as I knew it was easy to get yourself killed in some back alley if you weren’t careful enough.

“Sir.” Swarti greeted me with a salute.

“Swarti. What’s your report?”

“A gang leader by the name of Feion is the new king of this station, beating out the Petra gang, which ran it for a while. He’s in the process of weeding out the rest of the gang and those loyal to them, so there is civil unrest here. Parking a war vessel is only making them even more agitated.”

“Is it the ship or me which concerns him?” I didn’t want him to answer, if this was a place of agitation then I was feeling it, especially by the crowd of fools who had gathered to prod at my shuttle and alien. “Tell them to beat it.”

“Many have never seen a drop shuttle of our military up close, let alone a human…new alien species, letting them gawk is harmless.”

“Whatever.”

It wasn’t long before a group of Yogs descended on us with their guns pointed at our chests. The only good this did was scare off the fools who surrounded my alien.

These were Yogs, aliens we didn’t even have to conquer because they gave us whatever we wanted when we made contact. They were small greenish reptilian-like creatures, but despite their size, they were stocky and aggressive, but they couldn’t run shit if they tried.

Their various governments were near collapse when we found them, so they were likely just happy that anyone had come along and taken over. Most of them did well as bodyguards and shake-up boys for loan sharks and debt collectors, and we knew them to eat the fingers they removed from their victims as a warning.

“Lorvian Von Cra'ozatharn. We are here to… escort you to a meeting with our boss, he don’t like to be kept waiting.”

“Tell your boss, whoever he is, that if he wishes to see me, he can make an appointment like everyone else.”

I heard Swarti pull his gun free.

“This stupid alien won’t listen!” The other looked about in a panic, he had an itchy trigger finger I just knew it.

“Hold your fucking fire!” A long-legged Valisian woman approached; her skin-tight black leather suit showed off every nook of her assets.

Her black hair was slick back into a ponytail, showing off the sharp tip of her widow’s peak, and her breasts were high. Like most Valisian women, she enjoyed showing off her cleavage. I looked to my alien in his bubble who turned away from me… again and I felt a sting of rejection, I didn’t know how long either he or I would keep this passive-aggressive spat going.

“Your Highness.” This woman held up her hands in surrender. “We did not mean to insult.” She turned to one of the short green creatures and snatched his weapon away. “Kurik is an ambitious fool.”

“He keeps it up, and he’ll be a dead one.”

“My name is Elvira. I work for Feion. I was supposed to be the one who greeted you, I apologize for my incompetence.” She bowed low. “I heard the King selected you as an heir to the throne. I wish you good fortune and believe speaking to my boss can aid you immensely.”

“Perhaps we should speak privately, and I would like a secured room. These people won’t stop gawking at my alien and my ship.

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