Page 7 of Alien Boss. Human Pet

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” he says.

I relax, just a little, until his fingers move down to cup my chin. He tilts my face toward his, his gaze intense, almost predatory.

“Except, perhaps, forme,” he adds, a wicked grin spreading across his sharp features.

My stomach does another flip, but this time, it’s not from fear. Oh no. This is something else entirely. My pulse quickens, and my cheeks burn as I realize just how dangerous this situation is. Not because we’re flying in a car-turned-spaceship, but because of the man—no, thealien—sitting next to me.

I fear him, and I know I’m right to. And yet, I kind of want Raekon tohappento me. Maybe more than just kind of.

The car dives sharply, and my stomach lurches as we plummet toward the ocean. I shriek, gripping the edge of my seat so hard my fingers go numb. The water rushes up to meet us, and I brace for the impact, my breath caught in my throat. But instead of a violent splash, there’s just a faint shudder as Taylor glides smoothly beneath the waves.

I stare out the window, my mouth hanging open. The ocean swirls around us, a living, breathing thing, but the car—no, theship—moves effortlessly through it. The water is so clear I can see schools of fish darting past, their scales shimmering in the dim light. And then, looming ahead, is the base.

"Veritas Base Alpha," Raekon says proudly.

It’s massive, a sprawling, translucent dome that glows faintly from within. The structure looks like something out of a sci-fi movie, all sleek curves and glowing lines. My heart pounds as we approach, the sheer scale of it making me feel impossibly small.

“Welcome to the heart of Project Veritas,” Raekon says, his voice brimming with pride. “This is where we safeguard the Sacred Timeline.”

I blink, turning to him. “Thewhat?” Then I clamp a hand over my mouth, my face heating up. “I’m sorry, Sir. I forgot I wasn’t supposed to ask questions.”

He arches a brow ridge, his red eyes narrowing slightly. I swallow hard, bracing for a reprimand. But then he smirks, a flash of sharp teeth.

“I think I can let this infraction go without disciplining you. This time.”

Is he joking? I can’t tell. His tone is light, but there’s an edge to it that makes my skin prickle.

We glide into a docking bay, the water parting as a force field engulfs us. My eyes dart to the shimmering barrier, my mindracing. What if it fails? What if it collapses and the ocean comes crashing in? My breath quickens, and I can feel panic rising in my chest.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see other Vakutan moving about. They’re huge, their scales gleaming under the artificial light. One pauses to nod politely in our direction, and I swallow hard. There aremoreof them? How many aliens are walking around on Earth without anyone noticing?

“Oh yes, there are many Vakutan on Earth,” Raekon says, as if reading my thoughts. His calm tone does nothing to ease my nerves.

I turn to him, my voice trembling. “What if the force field fails?”

“It won’t,” he replies simply, as if that’s all the reassurance I need.

“But what if itdoes?” I press, my hands clenching into fists.

He shifts in his seat, his gaze locking onto mine. His massive hand reaches out, cupping my cheek. His scales are warm against my skin, and I forget to breathe.

“It won’t,” he says firmly. “There are sixteen layers of fields that can’t even be seen with the naked eye beyond those on the visual spectrum. But, in the case that the fielddidfail—which has lower odds than you growing a second head—I would save you.”

I stare at him, my heart pounding. His confidence is overwhelming. But then reality crashes back in, and I feel a surge of frustration. How can he be so calm about this? How can I trust him when I barely know him?

He releases my cheek and takes my hand, leading me out of the car. My legs feel like jelly as I step onto the docking bay floor, the air cool and tinged with the faint scent of salt. The other Vakutan barely glance at us, too busy with their tasks. One of them looks up from the flying saucer he’s working on and nods.

“Welcome to Project Veritas,” he says, his voice deep and resonant.

I don’t respond. I can’t. My mind is spinning, trying to process everything I’m seeing. The base, the Vakutan, the sheerscaleof it all. Raekon’s hand tightens around mine, pulling me forward, and I stumble after him, my thoughts a chaotic whirlwind.

What have I gotten myself into?

CHAPTER 4

RAEKON

Ilead Willow down the sterile, glowing corridors of Veritas Base Alpha, her green eyes darting in every direction like a startled rabbit. She’s trying to take it all in—the sleek metallic walls embedded with pulsating veins of alien tech, the floating holographic displays buzzing with data, the occasional Vakutan or human walking past in jumpsuits. She stumbles over her own feet more than once, and I have to tighten my grip on her wrist to keep her upright.

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