Married to the Aliens (Print)

Married to the Aliens (Print)
Ashlynn Monroe
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Copyright ©2022 Ashlynn Monroe
Excerpt from Alexa

A draft slithered across the floor, and they all turned to look at the door. The social worker arrived, right on schedule. Alexa pushed down her anger at the man who'd been doing his damnedest to convince every single woman in Salvation Town to commit to the Intergalactic Bride program. He went over to one of the long tables and set a box down. Alexa watched him display toys, candy, and jewelry. Everyone stared at him curiously, but no one approached him.

"I have gifts for any young lady who's willing to submit her blood for testing. There is no age restriction on this." The social worker smiled, but the expression didn't reach his shifty eyes. When Sofia approached him, Alexa scrambled to her feet and grabbed her sister's arm.

"I know it's your birthday," Alexa whispered. "But the price of those gifts is too high. I don't trust this."

"I'd love that necklace." Sofia pointed at a locket with a rose gold flower in the center. "It reminds me of the one Mom always wore. What harm could a little blood do? They'll get it from us one way or another anyway."

When did my baby sister become so jaded? Sofia was probably right, but that still didn't make Alexa ready to hand over her blood. "Just stay away from him. Do you really want that?"

Her sister nodded. Unshed tears shimmered in her big brown eyes that mirrored Alexa's. She loved her sister more than her own life. "Damn it. Okay, I'll give him my blood."

"No, don't. I'll live without the necklace."

The piece looked identical to the one Alexa had pawned years ago after their mother died. She stepped forward, and the social worker's eyes widened. She sighed. "I'll give you a sample for the necklace."

With her outspoken criticism of him, Alexa didn't blame the social worker for the wary look in his eyes, but he nodded. She glanced down at Sofia and gave her a small, tight smile. "Just promise me you won't give anyone your blood."

Sofia nodded. "You don't have to do this." She grabbed Alexa's arm. "Don't."

Alexa patted her sister's hand. "It's okay." She pulled away and held her index finger out to the social worker. He scrubbed her skin with an alcohol wipe. Snapping the top off a small device, he pressed the tip against her, and she flinched as the sharp sting caught her off guard.

The ordeal was over faster than she'd anticipated. He put a small bandage on the puncture and inserted the device into a tiny electronic reader. Two beeps and he glanced up at Alexa. His brows drew together, and he shook his head before sliding the necklace in her direction. Without a word, he packed up the other items and left.

"That was weird," Tegan said as she walked over to stand next to Alexa.

"Yeah, it was." Shivering, she rubbed her arms, but the cold ran soul deep. "Really weird." She looked down at the necklace and handed it to Sofia, her lips twitching into the best attempt at a smile she could muster. "Happy birthday." She had the oddest feeling this might be the last time she ever had the chance to tell her sister those words.

* * *

Rexxon read the file on Alexa Smith for the sixth time. She was perfect. Almost too good to be true, and her blood work matched what he needed better than any of the other girls interviewed to become theirs. The only problem was Alexa hadn't interviewed. The account of her life stated she wanted nothing to do with the Intergalactic Bride program.

He set the digital paper, a flexible device connected to the intergalactic database, and pushed his long brown hair out of his eyes. He looked forward to cutting it after Et Lamour, the mating. Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose. When he and Tavvor had made the decision to take on a female in the ancient tradition, they'd never imagined it would be so difficult.

The door to his private room opened with the subtle swish he'd grown accustomed to since they left their home world to orbit Earth.

"You've found her?" Tavvor asked. He sat down next to Rexxon's desk and picked up the digital paper. His eyes widened. "She's so young. Isn't there a more mature woman who is right for us?"

Rexxon shook his head. He reached out and tucked a strand of Tavvor's black hair behind his ear. "You still want her, right? We've come a long way to complete our lives."

Tavvor's rugged, albeit handsome, face appeared grim as his lips turned down at the corners and his brow furrowed. "The idea of holding her, our third, fills my heart until I can't speak my joy, but having to resort to bribing a scared alien child does not. Have these girls even been initiated into the ancient rite?"

Rexxon rubbed his temples. "Unfortunately, ours would be a perfect match for us, except for the fact that she doesn't even want to leave Earth. No other woman on this planet can be so right for us, but she has a sister. According to her file, everything she does is to protect the younger female. She has not entered the program. I have sent an emissary to her, but I fear she'll decline. I've given my blessing for them to offer financial compensation."

"Financial compensation? I would never want a woman who would sell herself, and neither would you."

"That's not what I meant. I have assurances she's not the type of woman who would shame our union. She's loyal, protective. I'm betting, praying actually, that she'll trade her life on Earth for her sister's future."

Tavvor nodded. "I see. She would secure the younger woman's future on Earth before making a place with us for herself. Admirable. I need to read her file, but I trust your judgment completely. If you would unite with her, then she is the one. I long to have my full power as a warrior freed. It's such a shame soul trinity is taboo. The politicians fear our power."

"That same power won the war," Rexxon said. "But I understand how terrifying it must be for a woman to give herself to two warriors who gain strength and higher awareness from orgasm. War breaks the minds of weak men."

Rexxon hung his head, unable to meet Tavvor's eyes when he remembered the brutality of the Kaalh sect. He folded his hands and stared at the scars on his wrists, where Tavvor's physical manacles had left marks on his own skin, more than a thousand miles away. These monsters had used the most brutal torture trying to break Tavvor because of him. If anyone should have died or come home changed it should be Tavvor, but Rexxon held a piece of his friend's mind and took on some of the torment. "After so many of our sect came home brutalized and mentally wounded, and so many women in soul trinity died, the council wanted to prevent such pain in the future. I was the only one who stood against the decision to stop soul trinity. Finding Earth was good fortune."

"What if she will not come to us?"

Rexxon grimaced. "Then we persuade her."