Alien Commander's Bride Page 2

  While walking back home, she thought of different ways that she could raise money to help her sister.

  She didn’t know how much her father owed, but she knew it was a considerable debt. Even if she dropped out of school and got a job, it would be some time before she could pay Mario back.

  She opened the front door of the house. Her father still sat in in front of his computer. Melody was in her bedroom, studying her high school homework. Lexi went to the kitchen and threw the pizza in the oven, satisfied that she was at least feeding her family for one more day.

  While she waited for the pizza to cook, she did her math homework and resolved that she would leave school. She would use the money from her scholarship and give it to Mario. She would get a job, and convince him to let her pay him the rest back slowly. It was the only way. There were no other options.

  When the timer on the oven went off, she stood from her desk and went into the kitchen. She pulled the pizza out of the oven and cut it, sliding several slices onto plates for her, her father, and Melody.

  She brought a plate to Melody in her bedroom, and set it on her desk. Melody looked up at her with gratitude in her eyes, a bruise starting to show on her upper arm where Mario had held her.

  “Thanks, Lex,” Melody said.

  “No problem, Melody,” Lexi said, turning out of the room and back into the living room.

  She set a plate down next to her father, but didn’t expect him to eat any of it. At least, she provided something for him. If he didn’t eat it by morning, she and Melody could have it for breakfast.

  What she didn’t expect was for him to grab her wrist and slide his digital glasses away from his face. She was so startled that she jumped with a gasp.

  “What, Dad?” she said, irritation in her voice.

  “Lexi, I found a solution to all of our problems. This involves you. I’m sorry, there was no other way.” Lexi looked at his computer screen, but all she saw was lines of code that she couldn’t make out.

  “What did you do?” She asked. Her father’s big plans rarely led to anything positive. She didn’t trust him for a second.

  “I’ve entered you into the Draconian mating lottery. They pay five hundred thousand dollars to the family as a dowry.”

  “What the fuck, Dad? How could you do that to me? How were you even able to enter me into the lottery without my involvement?”

  “I was able to hack into the system and input your information,” he said, as if that was all the explanation required.

  “Are you living on some kind of alternate plane of reality, where doing that kind of thing is morally okay?” she asked, yanking her wrist away from her father’s grasp.

  “I thought you would be happy to help your family,” he said, as if he was actually surprised at her anger.

  “Are you kidding me, right now?” She completely lost her appetite and began pacing back and forth in the living room. “You have to get me out of this. I mean it, Dad.”

  Melody came into the living room and looked from Lexi to her father, and back again. “What’s going on? You found a way to pay off Mario?”

  “I did, but Lexi isn’t happy about it.”

  “Dad hacked into the Draconian mating lottery system, and entered me without my consent,” she said, the bitter irritation heavy in her voice. “Wasn’t that cool of him?”

  “Dad, why didn’t you ask her first?” Melody asked, shoving her hands in her pockets.

  “We all know how Lexi feels about the Draconians. I didn’t think she would do it willingly.”

  Lexi threw her hands in the air and rolled her eyes, grunting. “So, now we know the truth!” she said.

  “You could’ve entered me, instead,” Melody offered. “It’s me that Mario wants, anyway. And, Lexi has a bright future ahead of her as a famous chemist. I might not even get into college.”

  “You’re still underage, Melody. You don’t qualify. There’s no way for me to hide your actual age in a system that checks your genetics, DNA, and all of your documentation. There was just no way around it. Lexi was the only choice.” His hands ran over the keyboards, typing quickly. One of his screens came up with the website of the Draconian mating lottery, with a profile of Lexi already updated.

  There was a picture of her from her college ID, looking like a complete dork, with her thick glasses and goofy grin. Lexi growled again when she saw it, coming closer to the computer screen to read the website.

  “You already have a thousand match requests. All of the Draconians in the armada orbiting Earth have their DNA in the system. When a new human girl enters the system, the Draconians DNA is matched against the human girl’s DNA. This finds the perfect match for the Draconian male and the human female. The Draconians call it ‘fate’. I just call it genetic matching technology. But for them, it’s some kind of spiritual thing. I don’t really know that much about it.”

  “Great, Dad. Thanks a lot. You need to get me out of this, right now.”

  “There’s no way around it, Lexi. I’m sorry. Once you enter the lottery, you can’t change your mind. You have to sign a lot of documents that say that you are willing to participate.”

  “But, I didn’t sign any of those documents!” She railed.

  “Well, the fact is that according to the system, you actually did sign the documents. Yeah, I’m that good.”

  “Well, congratulations for hacking into a closed system, forging your daughter’s signature, and ruining her life!” she yelled, putting her hands on her hips.

  “This is going to save your sister from Mario,” her father said, trying to change the subject and play on her guilt.

  “Yeah, make this about me now. You obviously did something wrong, and you aren’t even apologizing for it!” She screamed, going to her room and slamming the door.

  She threw herself down on her bed, groaning. She had already decided to leave school, the biggest sacrifice she could even conceive of making, to save her sister. But now, her father was forcing her into a sacrifice that she couldn’t even imagine making—a sacrifice so great it could destroy her.

  Lexi was a smart girl. She thought deeply and widely about many things. And, the one thing she was sure of, was that the Draconian invasion of Earth had been the worst thing that had ever happened to the human race in the history of time.

  Now, she was going to be forced to marry one of them.

  4

  Nash Or stood on his private observation deck gazing out at the tiny blue-green planet spinning below. His future bride lived there, the woman he’d crossed the vastness of space to find. He glanced back at the wall-sized computer screen that showed a picture of his bride’s face. She was the woman fated to be his. Their genetic markers had all matched up perfectly.

  He could already feel his body kick into the mating drive. The woman was young, twenty human years old. Nash looked approximately thirty by human standards, but he had been alive for over a hundred Earth years. Unlike humans, Draconians lived for hundreds of years. That same long life would be bestowed upon the human female who became his bride, through the mating bite.

  His new bride was a lucky woman. She would leave the squalor of human life, and be given the richness of Draconian culture aboard his ship. A smile spread across his lips as he gazed up at her image. She wore ridiculously thick glasses and looked as if she didn’t know which direction the camera was pointed at. But, he was assured she was quite intelligent.

  Even with the distracting eyewear and the odd facial expression, Nash could tell his new bride was quite beautiful. He could see the lusty curves of her form, even in the low-quality image on the screen before him. He could see her gorgeous mahogany skin, almond shaped eyes, and luscious red lips. His body responded with an immediate expression of his excitement.

  He put his hands on his hips and looked down at the growing erection below his belt. He made a low rumble in the back of his throat. Interesting. The human woman made his body respond in the appropriate manner. This was good. He wou
ld make many young dragons with this human, Lexi Garcia.

  The idea of planting his seed in her womb made him even more excited, and he growled through his bright, white teeth. Yes, she would definitely do.

  He had been waiting for decades to find a woman to continue his family legacy as starship captains in the Draconian navy. With Draconian women becoming less and less common with every year, it was almost impossible to find a bride amongst them.

  Five thousand years ago, the Draconians had come to Earth to renew their genetic supply by mating with human women. Draconian DNA always favored male offspring, and over time that meant that the females of the race slowly became extinct.

  Every thousand years, the Draconians had to find another species to mate with in order to reboot to their genetics with female chromosomes. They hadn’t been to Earth in five thousand years, and the human race they found when they arrived the second time was quite different than the human race they had encountered the first time.

  Five thousand years ago, humans had been backwards, superstitious, tribal people who would bow to any superior strength. They saw the Draconians as gods, and gave themselves willingly as brides.

  But now, humanity had grown into a technologically advanced race with dangerous weapons. The humans couldn’t possibly hurt the Draconians with an assault using their nuclear arsenal. But, a war between the Draconians and the humans would definitely leave the human population deeply wounded. The Draconian purpose on Earth was to mate with them, not kill them.

  That was why they instated the mating lottery, in exchange for technology. Giving the human race advanced technology was a risk in itself. No one knew how the humans would handle it—and from all accounts they were not handling it well.

  It was a fact that troubled Nash deeply. If they wanted to keep the human race on a rotation for mates, it served everyone involved if the Draconians played some sort of role in policing the use of their technology, and helping the planet below. Thus far, none of those things had happened due to problems with the government back home.

  More news of civil unrest and greater wealth disparity arose every day. In the five years since the Draconians had arrived, the human race was in even deeper trouble than it had been before. The good news was that the Draconians had acquired almost two thousand brides. They had planned to stay for another decade, bringing human women aboard their vast armada, to become mothers to the next Draconian generation. But war had broken out back home, and nothing was going according to plan.

  5

  Lexi sat at her desk and wrote out a list of every possible variable involved in her situation. No matter how she arranged her lists, there seemed to be no way out. Her father’s debt, Mario’s threats, Melody’s innocence, five hundred thousand dollars. It all seemed to line up. The only solution was for her to go and sacrifice herself to the dragon that would be her husband.

  Lexi had never even wanted a husband. It hadn’t been something that crossed her mind in years. She’d been focused on pushing herself to do as well as possible in school. The only things she had ever thought of were getting out of the ghetto, protecting her sister, and making a better life for both of them.

  Now, none of that seemed to matter. All those years of hard work and struggle, for what? To be served up to an alien male, who would do God knows what with her? It all just seemed so surreal.

  She ripped the piece of paper from her pad, wadded it up, and threw it in the wastepaper basket. Today was the day she was supposed to meet the man the Draconian computers had chosen for her. She didn’t know who he was. She hadn’t been given any photographs or names. All she knew was that her online profile now had a big red slash through it that read, ‘Mated’.

  From what she understood from the website, that meant that the computers had found her a match. A Draconian and Lexi had all of the right genetic markers. The Draconians called that ‘fate’. They believed that whichever female was genetically matched with them by the computers, was their destined mate.

  Even if Lexi believed in something metaphysical like soulmates, which all the old Hollywood movies seemed to advocate, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that a computer could find you one. Still, this was the Draconian way of doing things. Nothing they did seemed to make any sense.

  She pushed her thick glasses up the bridge of her nose, and with a deep sigh, opened the door of her bedroom. She was dressed in her best outfit—a pair of jeans that weren’t faded yet, the tennis shoes that didn’t have any holes in the bottoms, and a trendy suit jacket that she’d recently purchased from the thrift store.

  Out in the living room, her father and sister were dressed equally well. They would be escorting her to the Draconian base in downtown Seattle. Butterflies smashed against the insides of her stomach. They seemed to be made of iron, and were fighting each other to the death. She wanted to throw up, but instead she smiled and showed a strong face for her little sister.

  There were still several days left before Mario’s deadline. Her father would have the money from her dowry deposited directly into his bank account. After that, it was his responsibility.

  She hoped that this time he would actually do what was right—pay off his debts, get off the drugs, and use all of his computer technology to make an actual living that he could use to support Melody as long as she needed.

  “You look nice, Lexi,” Melody said, in her sweet voice.

  Her father had taken a break from his computer to ride downtown with her, and give her away to her new husband.

  “Let’s just get this over with,” Lexi said. She had resolved herself to a lifetime of misery at the hands of an evil race of men who were bent on destroying her people and taking all of their women.

  She picked up her bag and hurried out the front door without a word, leaving all of her schoolbooks and education behind. She stood in front of the bus stop down the street from her house, without saying anything to her father or her sister. She wasn’t angry at Melody. She was very sad that she would probably never see her sister again. But, Lexi couldn’t speak. She was too overcome with raw emotion, and didn’t want anyone to see it bubble through to the surface.

  Some of the thugs she’d seen on the street a few days before, shooting at the Dragon, were back on the street corner again. They hooted at her from across the street and slowly made their way toward her, holding up their baggy pants as they walked.

  “We heard you were gonna marry one of those dragon bastards,” one of them said, posturing above Lexi. She didn’t have one of her smart responses right now. She didn’t have any response whatsoever. A tear clung to the corner of her eye and she turned away, blinking it back. She didn’t want to let these assholes see her cry.

  “Go away, hoodlums,” her father said. Too little too late, Dad, she thought. He would start to become protective just when she was about to go spend the rest of her life on a spaceship.

  “Have fun taking that dragon dick,” the second one said, as they laughed and jogged back across the street to their corner. Lexi let out a rage-filled groan just as the bus pulled up in front of them.

  Not a moment too soon.

  She was about to flip out and totally lose it. She’d go down in a blaze of gunfire and glory, and there would be nothing left for the Draconian to take from her. But instead, she stepped onto the bus, found a seat near the back with her sister and father, and watched her neighborhood slide past as the bus drove away.

  About a half an hour later, they filed off the bus into downtown Seattle, where the new Draconian consulate was located. It was a domed building with flags flying all around. One of these domed buildings had been built in every major city on Earth, as a gateway between the Draconians and the human women they craved.

  The sight of it made Lexi want to faint. Usually an extremely emotionally tough person, Lexi was overcome with fear and anxiety. She’d never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. The only other time that she had felt this level of intense emotion was when her mother passed away f
rom cancer, just before the Draconians arrived.

  Standing at the bottom of the stairs that led to the Draconian consulate, Lexi felt that her heart would jump out of her chest and her brain would explode inside her head. She couldn’t breathe. Her limbs were numb, and her head was dizzy. Melody took her hand and helped her climb the stairs, her father’s hand pressed into the small of her back, pushing her up toward the front door.

  The doors slid open and they walked inside. The vast domed room held a single desk, with a Draconian male sitting behind it.

  “I’m Lexi Garcia,” she said, her voice hoarse and quiet.

  “What’s that?” the man behind the desk asked her. He had the beautiful, sharp features, and the extraordinary height of all Draconians. His skin glistened with the undertone of forest green, and the hint of his sharp, canine teeth showed below his lips.

  “This is Lexi Garcia. She entered the mating lottery and has been mated,” her father said, pushing her up toward the desk.

  The man looked down at his computer screen, typed into a keyboard, and then looked back up at her. “Yes, I have you here. You’ve been mated with—Oh, you’ve been mated with the Commander. Lucky you,” he said.

  Lucky. That was rich. Lexi saw herself as anything but lucky. Cursed maybe. Lucky? Never.

  “How does this work, now?” her father asked.

  “You say your goodbyes. The bride will be taken into the back, where she will be prepared to board the transport vessel to the Commander’s ship. The Commander has an exceptional lifestyle among the Draconians.”

  “You hear that, Lexi? You’ve been matched with the Commander. He’s rich!”

  “Great,” Lexi managed through clenched teeth.

  “So, when will I get the dowry?” her father asked. Lexi narrowed her eyes at him.

  “Dad,” Melody whined. “Can we just talk about the money later? Now is the time to say goodbye to Lexi. We may never see her again.”