“I can fly the ship, yes,” the general said from behind me.
There were shrieks and scrabbling bodies as the girls jumped over tables and chairs to hit the wall farthest away from him.
I turned to fix him with a glare. “I told you to wait!”
He cocked his head at me and chuckled. “I apologize. I did not mean to cause alarm.” He looked at the women pressed against the wall and raised his hands in a calming gesture, “Be at ease, I mean you no harm. I am General At’ens of Stellios,” he said, his voice a soothing rumble of distant thunder. He placed his clawed hand on his chest and gave a small bow. The shrieking stopped.
Like a rescue worker coaxing feral cats.
And he laughed! If his voice was haunting my sleep, that low chuckle was going to be a poltergeist just ruining my rest for the next half of eternity.
His tone had the desired effect. The ladies stopped cowering, and a few even slowly walked back to their seats.
Holy shit.
He was charming.
How about that?
Being abducted was a shock, but seeing this alien walking nightmare charm a room full of frightened women was going to give me a stroke.
“Please, sit,” he said gently, gesturing to the vacated chairs that hadn’t been reclaimed yet. The last of the women took their seats and watched him with weary, hopeful expressions. A few were even gazing at him with curiosity.
I might go on another killing spree.
It was irrational and possessive, and there was only one way to stop it.
“I have sent distress messages to my ship. Once we reach the appropriate distance for a transitional jump, we will be within direct communication range and will be retrieved. I will personally make sure you are returned to your home planet. You have my vow,” he said and bowed again.
Excited chatter spread through the mess hall. A few brave girls asked questions about how long it would take to get to the jump point and how long after that to get back to Earth. The General answered each one like they were the most important questions he’d ever heard. He took the time to work out our Earth time to give accurate answers. How adorable.
It set my teeth on edge.
I didn’t even hear the answers, so focused on not letting jealousy make me wolf out and eat some poor girl that I missed the entire conversation.
I was jealous.
Big, ugly, green jealousy. Over an alien male that was probably just doing his military duty of protecting and serving.
I groaned and buried my head in my hands. There really wasn’t much of a point in denying it further at this point.
This male, so different and strange, from a whole other fucking universe, was my mate.
My mate was an alien. A super freaky alien too. He couldn’t be just some human looking dude with green skin. Oh no, mine had to have tentacles and multiple tails!
How do I get an alien interested in me? He has a cock, so he has to have sex, right?
Did I just come out and ask?
Yes, Mr. Alien General, sir. Do you have sexual relations with total strangers on an alien ship after being abducted or does inter-species dating offend you?
I cringed. What an embarrassing situation to be in.
I looked up at my mate in time to see one of the bolder girls, the cleaning organizer, Brittany? Jessica? Whatever the hell her name was, place her dirty, nameless hand on my General’s arm!
A bone chilling growl burst out of my mouth like a bomb, echoing off the walls in the room.
Everyone froze.
