My Alien King (Paranormal Romance Aliens)

  My Alien King

  By: Ashley West

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Publisher’s Notes

  Prologue

  Chapter 1: Chosen

  Chapter 2: Frenzy

  Chapter 3: Stranger

  Chapter 4: Novelty

  Chapter 5: Puzzles

  Chapter 6: Revelations

  Chapter 7: Break

  Chapter 8: Heat

  Chapter 9: Momentum

  Chapter 10: Interlude

  Chapter 11: Touchdown

  Chapter 12: Home

  Epilogue

  About The Author

  Publisher’s Notes

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2015 Monster Media LLC

  Prologue

  "They're at the gates! We have to move the king!"

  "There's no time. They'll be on us in seconds if we go through the door. Is the king secured?"

  "He is."

  "Then we have no choice. He always knew it would come to this. I think somehow we all did."

  Asher was very small, but he was very smart. He knew what the bangs and crashes at the gates meant. He knew that the thick smell of smoke in the air came from the fire blasters of the enemy and that his home was burning around him. He knew that the end was near, and he was afraid.

  He was tucked in a corner, watching the guards dash back and forth, helping people through the holes in the floors that led to the tunnels where they would hide for who knew how long.

  Luckily their spies had warned them about this attack weeks ago, and they had been preparing ever since. The tunnels were stocked with food and tech, enough to last them hopefully, until the end of the siege.

  Many people had already evacuated the planet. Hopping in transporters to take their chances elsewhere.

  Asher was a prince. His mother was the king's sister, and he didn't know where she was. He didn't know where anyone was, and all he could hear was the screaming.

  "Young prince!" came a harsh cry, and his nanny was scooping him up. "Your mother has been worried sick about you. Come with me at once."

  "Are we going to the tunnels, Mynee?" he asked her, clinging to her shirt. Mynee was one of the hybrids, looking mostly human with a few features that showed that she had some blood of the more beastly of their kind in her. She had been with him since he was born, though, so he was used to the horns that curved out of her head and back into her hair.

  "No," she said sharply. "And shush now. Say no more until we get you to your mother."

  Asher fell silent, looking around with wide eyes. They passed the place where he had liked to sit and watch the meteor showers with his mother, now a crumbling ruin. The sound of the fighting was fainter as they moved deeper into the compound, but there were signs all around that things weren't right.

  It hurt to see, and he was afraid.

  As soon as they were through the door to the rooms where his family lived, his mother was pulling him from Mynee's arms and squeezing her to him.

  "Where were you, kithroi?" She asked tearfully. "I was so worried they had killed you or worse. Do not run off like that!"

  "I'm sorry, Mother," Asher said, burying his face in his mother's hair. She was a full blooded member of the upper class. Her features completely human, smooth and beautiful. Her hair was a fiery red, and Asher loved how it smelled like jasmine and something spicy. "The guards are looking for Uncle," he murmured to her.

  "I know, kithroi. They want to take him to safety."

  "But not to the tunnels?"

  Over his head, his mother and Mynee exchanged a look. "No, my son. Not to the tunnels. There is no guarantee that the tunnels will stay safe, and they do not want to risk him being captured or killed. The king is the savior of our people and we are to protect him at any cost."

  "Because he's the most important," Asher said, remembering how people seemed to worship his uncle.

  His mother nodded. "To some, yes. The king is my brother, but he's not the most important to me. You are, kithroi, my beloved. If anything were to happen to you, I don't know how I would survive."

  "We don't have much time, Your Highness," Mynee said. "They will be coming."

  "Of course. Asher, I need you to listen to me. Can you do that for Mother?" She pulled back her hair so he could see her face. Never before had he seen her look so serious, no trace of laughter or happiness in her golden eyes.

  "Yes," he whispered, suddenly even more afraid than he had been before.

  "Good boy. They are sending your Uncle to Earth. It is one of the only places in the galaxy where the Shaddoc have not spread. It will be safe for him there. For him, and for you."

  "For me?"

  "Yes. You are the heir to throne since your Uncle has no children, Asher. You must survive if our people are to continue. Within you is the potential to keep us from falling like so many others have before. We need you, my son."

  He swallowed hard. He was very small, but he knew the value of duty. "But you're coming, too, aren't you, Mother?"

  She shook her head, hiding her face with her hair for a moment. "No, kithroi. I must stay here and help the people."

  A sob bubbled up in him at the thought of going anywhere without his mother. "Mother, you can't! You have to come! You said... You said..." If it wasn't safe, how could she stay here? How could she not go where he went?

  She pulled him close once again, pressing kiss after kiss to his head. "My boy. My precious baby boy. I can't go with you. The people can't be abandoned completely. One of the duties of royalty is to see to the people. Do you remember me telling you that?"

  Asher nodded. He remembered his lessons well. "A king is not a king without his people," he recited tearfully.

  "Good boy, yes. And someone must stay with them. It will be my duty and my honor. And you will live, my son. You will go to safety and grow strong. You are proud, good and smart. You will come back to take your place. Promise me."

  "Your Highness!" Mynee broke in. "They approach!"

  "Promise me," his mother repeated urgently.

  "I promise. I promise," Asher sobbed, clinging to her. "Mommy, I want you to come!" That was a sure sign of the boy's distress. He usually had no problem using the more formal 'mother' when he spoke to her, but now he was just a little boy, not a prince. Just a little boy who wanted to stay with the person he loved most.

  His mother was crying now, too, but she let Mynee take Asher from her. She let the guards who came in take her son from Mynee and watched as they walked away, as her son waved his arms and cried, though he fell silent when one of the guards shushed him.

  Mynee stood with her for long seconds, even after the guard had disappeared around the corner with the prince.

  "Your Highness," she said softly. "To the tunnels?"

  Helene, sister to the king of the Nalyi clan nodded and drew herself up. She pushed her fiery hair back out of her face and wiped her eyes. "To the tunnels."

  In an apartment in North Carolina, some twenty years later, a man who was once a
boy and a prince opened his eyes to the darkness of his bedroom ceiling. He turned his head and looked out the window at the pitch blackness. There was no moon that night, and so the trail of amber light that disappeared up into the clouds was easy to spot since he knew what to look for.

  How many times was that now? A hundred? A thousand?

  The Shaddoc were clever, using humans in the way they did, and though it had made Asher angry from the moment he'd learned of it, he hadn't been permitted to interfere.

  "There are too many of them," his uncle had said.

  "Too many Shaddoc or too many humans?"

  "Both. And more when you add them all together. I know that you wish to help them, and I applaud you for the desire, but it's not time yet."

  "When will it be time?"

  Ever since he'd left his mother's arms, he remembered her words and his promise to her. He had to go back. He had to find his people.

  Especially since he had no idea where his uncle was anymore.

  A missing king and a prince with no power. The Nalyi deserved better, but he supposed they were all that they had.

  Asher got out of bed and leaned out the window, dragging in deep breaths of the warm summer air. Fall would be upon them, soon enough. Already he could feel the winds of change in the air.

  His uncle's note was pinned to the wall next to the window, and Asher's eyes traveled over to it. It was too dark to read, but he knew all the words by heart now anyway. It had been four years, and he'd read them obsessively since then.

  Find her. And then find me.

  We will go home when the time is right.

  A breeze kicked up through the trees, sending just a hint of the chilly autumn to come through his window. The note fluttered and then went still, and Asher ran fingers through the fire of his hair.

  The time was now.

  Chapter 1: Chosen

  Amelia opened her eyes, staring at the familiar ceiling. She was in her computer room this time, where she worked and took care of paying bills and all that, instead of her bedroom, and she didn't even have to wonder to know how it had happened.

  Not again.

  For as long as she could remember, she had been waking up in strange places, with no recollection of how she'd gotten there.

  The floor of her computer room was hardly the strangest place, at least, she thought to herself as she sat up with a groan.

  Her back was stiff from lying on the hardwood floor for who knew how long, and her head ached. But at least that part was normal, too. Well. Normal for whatever was happening to her. She always woke up with a pounding headache and a chunk of time missing, and she still didn't know why.

  With a sigh, she pushed herself up on wobbly legs and tried to fill in the blanks of what she'd been doing before she just... turned up somewhere else.

  She'd been in the living room, she was fairly certain. Watching TV? No, she'd been on her laptop, that was it. Looking at dresses to wear to her cousin's wedding in two weeks. The details started trickling in slowly as she held a hand to her head and made her way into the kitchen to hunt down some painkillers.

  She'd found a nice dress and had been comparing it to another one and contemplating getting the less expensive one. But... but what?

  Amelia filled a glass of water at the sink, frowning hard at the counter top.

  But she had realized that her purse was still in the car when she needed to get her credit card, that was it. So she'd gotten up and gone to the front door and then...

  And then....

  No matter how much she tried to focus on what had happened next, it was just a stretch of blackness. She remembered putting her hand on the doorknob and then nothing else up until the point where she had woken up on the floor.

  Several hours had passed at least because she remembered that it'd been just after dinner when she'd settled on the couch with her laptop and it was well after nine in the morning now.

  So that was a huge chunk of time that was just... gone.

  With jerky motions, she downed three painkillers and followed them with most of the glass of water, slamming the glass down on the counter when she was done.

  It was so frustrating. This had been happening to her since she was a little girl.

  She'd be doing something, playing with her toys or sitting alone in her room, one minute, and then the next she was waking up somewhere else. It only happened when she was alone, and for the longest time no one had believed her. Her parents weren't inclined to think that there was anything that could be wrong with their pretty, perfect daughter, and they advised getting more sleep and spending less time playing video games or running with the neighborhood kids.

  But the condition had continued into middle school and high school, although it only ever happened when she was at home.

  Even after she'd moved halfway across the country as an adult, the problem persisted, and Amelia was finally tired enough of it that she was considering going to see a doctor.

  It was an idea that had been thrown out there by the only teacher Amelia had ever told about this. Ms. Archer had been her favorite teacher in middle school, and she'd confided in her one day that she was worried something was wrong with her.

  "You should go speak with a professional, Mia," the woman had said, concern in her voice. "What you're describing isn't normal. I think it would be different if you were already asleep and started sleepwalking to other places, but it sounds like you're always awake when this happens."

  Hearing someone validate what she was saying was amazing, and honestly, that had been enough for eleven year old Amelia.

  Unfortunately, Ms. Archer had been very concerned and had ended up calling Amelia's parents to recommend a doctor she knew.

  Her parents were furious with her when they found out that she had been spreading "that old story" to the school. Amelia didn't think she would ever forget the way her father had grabbed her arm and shook her, yelling in her face that she wasn't to go around trying to make teachers think she was crazy. That wasn't watch Hatchers did. There was no mental illness in the Hatcher family, and what did Amelia think she was doing?

  Amelia had ended up in tears, assuring her parents that she was sorry, that she would never do it again, and that she wasn't crazy.

  "Tomorrow you are to go and tell this woman that you made all of this up for attention," her mother had said, cold anger radiating in her eyes. "And make sure she hasn't told any one else. Do you know what something like this could do to your father's reputation?"

  She'd cried herself to sleep that night, and the next morning, she'd made her way to Ms. Archer's classroom to tell her in a muted voice that she'd made it all up.

  Even to this day, she could remember the way the teacher had looked at her, that mix of surprise and disappointment on her face as she assured her there was no harm done and sent her off to her first class of the day.

  From that moment on, Amelia hadn't mentioned it to any one else, other than her best friend who already knew. What was worse, was that there was now a little seed of worry planted in her that maybe she was crazy. Maybe there hadn't been any mental illness in the Hatcher family until she came along.

  It hadn't been easy, growing up with a senator for a father. Having to watch her step all the time and never getting to be a normal child had been hard, but having to keep all of this a secret when she'd been scared had been the worst part.

  Amelia wasn't scared anymore. Now she was just angry and frustrated.

  Frustrated enough that the first thing she did after a hot shower was fire up her laptop and start looking for doctors in the area.

  She noticed that she had missed a Skype message, and when she clicked on the icon, she saw that there were a bunch from her best friend that she'd probably been passed out for.

  Hey sorry, she typed when she saw that Cassie was still online. I was knocked out when you sent these.

  A moment or two passed and then Cassie replied.

  CC: went to bed early last night?
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  Amyface: Not exactly.

  CC: oh. are you okay?

  Cassie Carpenter was the only person who Amelia still talked to about what happened to her. The two of them had been best friends since before they could even read properly, and even though Cassie lived on the other side of the country now, they still talked on the phone and online as often as they could.

  Cassie knew all about her problem and had been encouraging her to go see someone about it for years.

  It was no secret that Cassie had always thought that Amelia's parents were too hard on her, and she'd been outraged when Mia had finally told her what had happened the last time she'd even considered going to the doctor.

  Mia already knew what was coming when the little moving pencil icon showed that Cassie was still typing.

  CC: mia you know i try to stay out of this because i understand why you don't want to see a doctor, but this has been going on for too long. how do you know you don't have brain damage or something? or some kind of serious condition??? i'm literally begging you to go see someone. your parents can't do anything to stop you now, and who actually cares about their reputation if it means finding out what's going on?????

  It wasn't anything Cassie hadn't said to her before, but this was one of the first times that Mia was actually considering it. Because Cassie was right. This had been going on for close to twenty years now, and it didn't seem like it was going to stop any time soon.

  What if she did have brain damage? What if letting it continue unchecked was just making it worse?

  The diagnosis didn't have to be that she was crazy, when there were so many other things that it could be, and Mia knew that she wasn't going to get anywhere near a solution if she didn't go speak to a professional.

  Amyface: I know, Cass. I'm actually looking for doctors right now. Because I really am tired of this and it's starting to worry me.

  CC: i can't believe it's only JUST starting to worry you. i've been worried since we were kids.

  Amyface: I know. I just. I'm worried about what it might be.

  CC: do you want me to come down there??? i can you know. i've got loads of vacation time saved up and I can come hold your hand or something.