Rescued by the Alien Space Pirate
One determined, lost brother. One hell of a confused human female.
The last thing Lexi remembers is a bright light flashing before her eyes before she’s thrown into a cell with an enormous blue-skinned alien with black horns, a bladed tail, mountains of muscles and told to breed.
Rase can’t believe his fated mate is in his arms. He also can’t believe he crash laded on the last planet he’d ever want to be on - that of the crime lord that wants himself and his brothers dead. He also won’t bring himself to do the one thing that burns his blood to do and make love to his fated human female. Life doesn’t last long here and he won’t die and leave his mate possibly pregnant, helpless, alone and subject to the whims of the crime lord.
Life hasn’t been fantastic for Lexi, but being trapped in a cell with no privacy is the pits. Add to that a strange pull of attraction that’s harder and harder to deny with an alien who tells her he is her fated mate and she’s downright screwed. Figuratively and literally.
Survival is doubtful, but Rase must act. He must escape the breeding cell, survive the fighting pits, save his exotic mate and end the reign of the biggest crime lord the ten Quadrant has ever known.
If you like impossible odds, a corrupt all-powerful criminal, sexy alpha blue-skinned aliens and the tension of fated mates, you’ll love Rescued by the Space Pirate.
Trigger warning: This book includes scenes of torture by an evil doctor as well as violent scenes. Reader discretion advised.
WHAT'S INSIDE
🧑🏻❤️💋🧑Enemies to lovers
👾Forbidden love
👩🚀Woman in jeopardy
⭕Opposites attract
Alien 🍆
🔥Steamy scenes
🪐Off world adventure
🦎 Evil enemies
CHAPTER ONE
Rase clambered into the escape pod. The hatch sealed as he scrambled into the chair and slammed his fist on the release control. The force of expulsion pushed him back into the chair. The safety straps slid over his shoulders and secured him in place as he hurtled into space. The control panel illuminated with blinking lights across the dashboard, calculating the trajectory, speed and oxygen levels needed to take him to safety.
The little pod shook and rattled as the speed increased to get away from the Pathfinder as fast as possible, as it was designed to do. It was also designed to take him, and his brothers to the nearest habitable planet. His brothers—and Rhilax’s little human female mate.
His mind spun with the implications. He’d never seen such a species as her. Small. Vulnerable. Treated so terribly by the drekker, Shilsogar. Rase’s finger had twitched along with Rhilax’s when his brother had disintegrated Shilsogar’s head from his shoulders. No female should have to endure treatment at the hands of any being like that.
Having once served in their elite military unit with his brothers, he’d seen beings at their worst, but enslaving the human female so badly, it had taken Rhilax hours to coax her back to consciousness, was unforgivable. The little female had been so timid. Too unsure. Damaged. His heart ached seeing her look at her food, starving as she had been, and yet unable to eat, wondering if they’d laced it with anything.
She had eaten. They had cared for her. Rhilax was gentle with her, and then it had all gone to drek when they’d been attacked. Along with the installation of their advanced cybernetics in their bodies, Rase and his brothers had spent a fortune outfitting the Pathfinder with the latest technology. They should have been untraceable.
It was very clear they weren’t.
Somehow, the Pathfinder had been tracked, and lethal missiles launched at them, too numerous to evade. The only option was to abandon the Pathfinder—their only home—in the escape pods, and try and work out how the drek they’d been discovered. He and his brothers had been traced, and he had no doubt it was by the one and only being that wanted to skin them alive.
Along with Shilsogar’s head, Rhilax had made himself and his brothers the most wanted of the biggest crime lord in the ten Quadrants. Once he landed, he’d have to go to ground quickly, in case he was followed, and then re-connect with his brothers. If there was one thing he had to ensure, it was that he could never, ever be caught by Xataxi. That being was more dangerous than his brother. Rase and his brothers had killed Shilsogar, and Xataxi would take out his revenge on their hides, of that he was sure.
Rase initiated his internal comms. They had their private, undetectable channel. “Rhilax. Veri. Where are you brothers?”
Nothing but static came in reply.
“That the drek?” Rase tried to comm again, but nothing except space dust answered him.
The pod jerked, yanking the straps holding him down. A hiss of steam erupted from the overhead panel. The lights flashed across the dashboard. The pod tumbled over and over, shuddering and jerking. An earsplitting screech rent through the small interior, Rase gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, unable to do anything more than cling to the chair with the weight of g-force on his body.
The escape pods should have been indestructible, but then so had been the Pathfinder. A high-pitched scream merged into the fabric of the pod and into his body. A wailing that made every sensor in his body vibrate in white-hot pain. His mind stuttered to a halt, gripped with paralysis as his muscles locked. His claws dug into the arm rests and gouged the metal handrail. He gritted his teeth until he could no longer, then tipped his head back and roared, as his flesh seemed to fry on his bones.
Lights blurred, and the front of the pod stretched and elongated, as though it wasn’t made from metal, but from light itself. His feet lengthened, his skin and bones biting with agony as they were stretched with the pod.
The dashboard disintegrated in front of him. The lights flickered and then became illuminated streams. The solid walls surrounding him wavered and stretched, then every particle in his body was displaced, fractured apart in burning agony.
There was nothing, but pitch black. He was in a void that lacked vision, sound, or touch. A darkness so solid, his soul seemed to stretch into infinity within, then everything snapped, and he was thrust forward, his body reforming, cells on cells, fire and frigid ice. He roared as an inferno erupted in his bones.
Then he was tumbling, dropping, gaining speed. The pod rattled and a howling wind battered the outside panels. Metal screeched. Thunder boomed through the interior as outside panels were wrenched away with the force of descent.
There was a lurch. The rattling stopped and he dropped faster. The wind screamed into a high pitch, and he tumbled over and over. Rase slapped his palm over the controls, fighting for control, but the pod wasn’t responding to anything he did.
The pod jolted, and the direction of his descent flattened out. Heat seeped through the walls, and soon sweat dripped down his temple. The pod dipped as he hurtled downwards. His teeth crunched and every bone in his body grinding. A massive boom vibrated through the pod as it slammed into something solid, and he spun over and over and over. Heavy objects struck the outside of the pod, cracking and banging the hull, until thankfully, gratefully, he finally came to a stop.
Rase groaned, prying his claws from the armrest. He forced his eyes to open to a dark interior, and the stench of burnt wires. Only two lights of the control panel were still on, providing light weak enough to see thick, toxic smoke filling the interior.
He had to get out of there. Now. Forcing his arm to move, it took a couple of tries to find the hatch control. There was a hiss and the hatch opened. Light and sweet air filled the interior, cleaning his mind.
A shadow passed outside. Rase looked up to see several red-skinned beings standing outside, looking down at him. Rase snarled. Vemlocks. He hated the immoral drekkers. He lurched upwards, claws extended, only to find himself still strapped to the chair.
The Vemlock chuckled, “You belong to Xataxi now, Rasidian.” He aimed a blaster at Rase and fired.
Blackness descended.