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Total pages in book: 61
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Humans lie.
I learned that lesson once before.
I thought I found a mate, but she betrayed us all.
I won't let that happen again.
Not even when I find Sia and four other females nearly dead on a defunct planet.
Not when the lovely female is remanded to my custody.
She's not being honest about what she knows.
But with a little pressure, a little punishment, I might get her to talk.
Teach her to obey.
Find out all her secrets.
Because every human needs a master.
And I won't allow any other being to be hers.
Sia belongs to me now.

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Prologue

Planet: Zandia

Sia

“You will answer to me from now on.” The Zandian warrior who rescued me from death smiles, but there’s a dominant glint in his gaze. It makes goosebumps race across my skin.

My new master clearly enjoys control.

I’ve never been a pleasure slave, but something about his gaze–or perhaps it’s the broad shoulders and purple skin–sends up a flare of desire.

Will he ask me to give him pleasure?

For some wild reason, I find myself hoping he will.

My body yearns for this powerful warrior in a way I’ve never wanted a male before. Ocretions–my previous master’s species–are disgusting slobs of creatures, but this horned male is exceptional. Fierce. Beautiful.

“After all, you yourself asked for me.” His horns seem to tilt in my direction.

“I did.” My memories since we were beaten by the Ocretions and left to die on a defunct planet have been hazy, but this I remember. I woke wanting only him. To feel his arms around me again. The touch of his large fingers on my skin. The deep, soothing rumble of his voice. My cheeks grow warm.

“So you’re mine for now. My job as your master is to protect you and help you heal. Keep you safe. Get your memory back. But also to ensure you acclimate to Zandia and accept your role here.”

He arches a smooth, almost hairless brow. “You will obey me. We are lenient masters here on Zandia, and allow our humans many freedoms. However, you are still under my charge.”

My belly flutters. Not from fear. From something new and different. “I understand.”

“Do you?” A smile tugs at his lips–a dark and dangerous smile.

My nipples tingle. What in the stars is going on with me? I’ve never felt this way before. “I’ll be obedient.”

“You will.” He chuckles, and my core clenches. “If not, Zandian masters have ways to keep our humans most compliant.”

For some reason, it doesn’t register as a threat. It registers as an innuendo. Teasing. Especially when he pauses and whispers into my ear. “You’ll see.”

The brush of his lips electrifies me. He has all of my attention now. It’s almost like we are tethered with some invisible electric jumper cables.

It’s almost as if he relishes the idea of punishing me.

My lips part. Inner thighs quiver. “What do you mean?” I’m melting. My body wants something I’ve never had. I not only like this new feeling, I crave it.

“We have unique methods to bond human to master,” he murmurs. “Don’t worry–most humans come to enjoy Zandian master methods as much as we do.”

He brushes his knuckle down the side of my face. “But for now, let’s figure out what you need to get back to full strength. Wait here.”

“Not that I have a choice,” I murmur. Where did that come from? I know better than to talk back to a master. But something in me wants to push his buttons. I don’t even know why–maybe it has to do with that feeling his lips sparked in my core. I want more of that.

“The correct response”–he takes my chin in his hand and holds it firmly–“Is yes, Master.”

I blink up at him. His grip is not painful in the least, but it’s masterful. Firm.

“Say it, Sia. I need your obedience immediately. Now. And every time I ask.”

Chapter One

One planet rotation earlier…

Sia

Pain explodes in my cheek.

The Ocretion guard’s warted face distorts with rage as he bends down. “Idiot slave. Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t the pleasure gift?” Laced in with the menace is a note of panic. “Now we’re missing the slaves we need. It’s your fault!” His foul breath washes over me like the soft tendrils of a bloated corpse. Like I’ll be, soon enough, if he doesn’t stop his attack.

“Please.” My voice rasps as my vision clouds. “We didn’t know. I’m sorry." He picked me out of the group to be the spokesperson, and I’m suffering because I can’t give him the answers he wants.

When he growls, my fear spikes. I improvise, “I’ll do better!” My throat is parched, but I squeak out the words, hoping to find the magic combination of sounds to make him stop hurting us. My earlier pleas: “Slaves go where we’re told,” and “You ordered us onto the cargo plane, so we went,” only brought punches to my face and kicks to my gut, so apologies are all I have.

“I can’t understand you.” His green-gray skin is mottled with boils–I can see it although my vision is narrowing, like I’m looking into a hole. He pulls his legs back, and I whimper and tuck myself into a ball, but the booted kick is to my head. “Please!” I wail, as white-hot pain flashes in my skull and sizzles down my neck to all my nerves. The implant must have loosened–he’s about to–

Suddenly I know what to say, and despite the pain in my head, I scream it: “Stop! I’m Alpha Two! An Experimental! We’re Alpha Two!”

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STOLEN FROM AUCTION Khrys My career is on the line here. King Zander demoted me. The planet is in crisis over a viral epidemic affecting the human half-breeds. If I could get my hands on the genetically modified human she could be the answer to both problems. But I didn’t expect to fall for the feisty little female who stole my heart while I stole her body. Kailani I’m an upgraded human. Genetically modified by my Kraa masters to be immune to any illness. Faster. Stronger. A better slave for the new master who buys me at auction. I planned to escape before that happened. But those plans were thwarted by the giant purple horned alien. The warrior didn’t buy me—he stole me. And now he’s bringing me back to his planet. He says my life will be more than tests in a lab but I don’t know if I can trust him. I don’t know if I can trust my own judgment. Not when I’m falling for him more and more every planet rotation…
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Kailani

If I don’t escape my jailers before tomorrow’s auction, I’m dead.

“We’ll get a fortune for her. I can feel the stein.” The Caretaker’s gruff laugh makes my muscles tense. He waves his six-fingered hands as if ushering in the glittering coins.

My stomach churns.

“We can charge anything. The Ocretions are desperate to reverse engineer her for her antiviral properties to eliminate disease in their human slaves.” The Overseer giggles, a sound that doesn’t match his thick, warty body. “We can retire.”

“We have the most valuable commodity in the galaxy.”

The two Kraa eye each other across the battered table; despite their boastful banter and their matching green skin, it’s obvious they have zero trust. Their alliance is forged on greed and desperation–and I’m the unfortunate item they plan to sell at auction.

I pull back from the peephole high in the wall of my holding cell and spider-walk down the cement walls by digging my bare fingers and toes against cracks in the rough texture. My bio-enhanced muscles and tendons allow me to climb surfaces that are unscalable by normal humans.

When I’m three feet from the ground, I twist and leap silently to the packed earth floor, landing without effort, fingertips of my left hand just skimming the dirt. My curls swing and sway around my shoulders.

My cell is pitch black, but my eyes were enhanced through a particularly painful procedure several sun cycles ago, so my new rods and cones can pick out the faintest traces of light. “Just like a wild animal,” the Medical Manager described me with pride as I was displayed to a secret group of Kraa politicians.

I pace the room on soundless feet. The Ocretions are known to be brutal to their human slaves and are eager for ways to make them work harder, longer, faster. What the Overseer meant by the euphemism of reverse engineering: The Ocretions will perform experiments on me to assess my enhanced human functionality then dissect me.

If I enter their custody, the rest of my short life won’t be good. Not that it’s amazing right now–

I breathe deeply to force back panic, in and out, until my heartbeat is slow and even.

“You can do this,” I recite the mantra inside my head. “There is nothing unreachable to those who have courage.”

Another female human slave, an early prototype of me, whispered it to me one day during a lesson. That was prior to her death on the Kraa operating table.

She said it was an ancient human phrase uttered by a wild and victorious king, and that from the earliest of origins, we had powerful ancestors who never gave up. She urged me to tell any and every human I ever found.

I hear the rumble of continued conversation, so I clamber back up the wall to peek through the small gap between the metal beams.

My owners stand together at the door, the yellow light making their skin sallow and accentuating the pocked eruptions on their faces. They may be the last few Kraa alive in this galaxy, but right now, it doesn’t matter if there are two of them or two million: While I’m locked up in their custody, I have no future.

“Do you have the stash of her medicine?” The Overseer’s eyes dart around the room. “Without it, the buyers won’t pay top prices.”

“Of course I have it.” The Caretaker is testy. “But you don’t need to know where.” He chuckles. “Don’t bother looking for it. You won’t find it.” He puffs up his chest, a typical Kraa display of power.

“Withhold the drug for sundown.” The Overseer’s face goes from frustrated to neutral. “Without it, she’ll be incapacitated. We’ll give it to her while she’s in cuffs at the auction, so buyers can see that she’s functional.”

“I concur.” The Caretaker laughs. “Let her suffer tonight. It will make her more pliable.” They leave the room, and the door clicks shut behind them.

I suspected they were going to do this, and yet the burst of anxiety that floods my body is nearly unbearable. I barely make it to the floor this time and curl up on the hard cot.

This cell may be imperfect, but it’s hardy enough to keep me captive, even with my enhanced strength. There’s no way I can tunnel or break through the thick walls, especially not once the crippling migraine headache begins.

Already it’s starting to pulse behind my eyes, trickles of sensation flowing like ice water through my skull. Soon I’ll be writhing in pain, blind from the agony. They designed me this way, to be dependent on the medicine, and without it, I can’t survive.

“There is nothing unreachable,” I mouth. I have about fifteen minutes before it hits, and I’ll use every single second to reformulate my escape plan.

They designed me, but they don’t control my mind. And I’d rather die during a failed escape attempt than go into Ocretion ownership.

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Advertisement Claimed by the Zandian Read online Renee Rose, Rebel West (Zandian Brides #6) http://www.books2020.com/claimed-by-the-zandian-6-read-online-renee-rose-rebel-west Mon, 06 Aug 2018 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/claimed-by-the-zandian-6-read-online-renee-rose-rebel-west Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Rebel West, Renee Rose Series: Zandian Brides Series by Renee Rose
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I CAN’T CLAIM HER...BUT SHE WILL CALL ME MASTER. I was born blind. My genes are defective. Unsuitable for breeding. That’s the only reason I don’t claim the alluring human we rescued from a slave auction. I have no intention of mating her, especially since she’s meant for another. But when she calls me Master, I can’t help but take command. And command I will.
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Chapter 1

Zina

I bend down and pull the child who is like my own into a hug. “Don’t cry. It’s okay, sweetling.” She wraps her arms around my waist and snuffles, the loose hairs from her newly-cut hair tickling my chin. “It keeps you safer.”

A pang of concern pierces my chest as I hug her. She hardly ever cries. My bad leg twinges, and I shift to alleviate the shooting pain along my nerve. All the walking lately has it irritated and swollen.

An evening mari bird cries overhead, and I look up to scan the sky. “We have to get back.” I gently let her go, then push her dark locks and my auburn ones into the shallow hole I’ve dug in the fallow field with my boot. Some dirt and rocks will hide them from notice.

“I’m sorry, Enya.” I slide the sharpened rock, the one I used as a knife, into my pocket. “You know your pretty hair attracts too much Ocretion male attention. Better to keep it like this.” I run a hand over her stubbly ends. “Always wear your hood up. And keep doing the mud thing on your skin just a little bit. Not too much.” I stretch my calf by planting my foot on the ground and leaning forward: sometimes this helps.

She sniffs. “It’s not the hair I care about. It’s... what happens next?”

I dragged her out here for a fresh cut because I saw some of the guards leering at her. She’s only nine solar cycles, but that won’t stop the monsters from using her body for pleasure if they can find a way to do it without Master finding out.

I squeeze her to me, her bony shoulders as familiar to me as my own hand, wishing I could magically transport the both of us out of this hellhole. Somewhere safe, and kind, where human females aren’t used for labor and sex and any other usage the Ocretions dream up.

“Master re-approved me as your guardian through the end of this solar cycle.” I force a positive lilt into my voice. “So that’s good.” The child has been my apprentice for house-chores for the master since she was only four solar cycles. I’m often given the younger slaves to mind and train since my work is more flexible than other slaves’.

She raises her head and her green eyes, shot through with fine red lace, gleam with moisture. She’s a beautiful girl—devastatingly beautiful, with dark hair, pale skin and big green eyes. The dimples and bowtie lips helped when she was younger—even the horrid Ocretions found her cute for a human. But now, it’s what concerns me.

“When the time is up?” Her smaller hands clutch at me, as if holding me close like this could ensure safety. “In less than three solar cycles I’ll be of age.”

“I do not know.” I swallow hard. “Not for sure.”

I do know.

Once she’s twelve solar cycles, she will be eligible, per Ocretion rules, for auction on the free market. And we both know what she’ll be bought for—breeding or pleasure. Worse than that, though, we’ll be separated. And we’ve become family, she and I.

Master might keep her, of course—as a house slave, like me, who raises other slave young and does cleaning and household chores. He could sell her to an ag farm, to harvest produce.

But I’ve overheard him talking to other Ocretions about how young virgin humans have fetched great amounts of stein, even those not trained for sex. Especially those not trained for sex. He’s bragged about having the highest number of young humans who will approach maturity in time for the next auction. Enya will probably be one of them when she reaches twelve. And she’s too smart for me to hide that from her.

“They’ll take me away to somewhere worse.” Her voice hitches. “And all I want is...” she trails off.

Her next words chill my heart. “Every time I hope for something, or love something, it gets taken away. Sometimes? I think maybe it’s not worth it anymore.”

This child is not my own, yet I love her no less than if she were my flesh and blood. I’ve raised her since she was bought from a slave breeder as a tot.

“We’ll find a way to stay together,” I promise her, even though I can’t imagine what that might be. I have to do whatever it takes. “Or I’ll make sure you go somewhere decent.”

I press her slender body into mine. I’m relatively safe from trading—with my enforced sterility via implants, and my permanently injured leg, I’m not worth much at trade.

But she has a chance, if I can figure out a way to get her to a better place. “Don’t say that.” My tone is rough. “Humans don’t give up. Enya, somewhere out there, out in the stars, your mother and your siblings are thinking of you.”

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HUMAN FEMALES CANNOT BE TRUSTED. She killed to escape her former slave master. Stowed away on my ship. Injected me with poison. Now she’s been remanded to me for probation. It’s my job to watch her. Rule over her. Discipline her. It’s up to me to decide if she’s worthy of asylum on our planet. And I’m dragging my feet on the decision. Because stars know, I like her right where I have her. In my home. In my bed. Kept by me. Note: This stand-alone romance takes place in the Zandian Masters / Zandian Brides master-verse and delivers an out of this world happily ever after. No cheating, no cliffhangers.
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Chapter 1

Taisha

I can barely breathe.

If I don’t get out of this supply area soon, I’m going to die.

I can’t feel my legs and my lungs are on fire. I’m not even sure I’m on the right ship. This supply box seemed like a perfect place to hide when I escaped from my Ocretion owner, but once the ship jumped to hyperspace, things settled—on top of me.

Crushing me.

The pallet above me presses heavily on my chest, and my arm is stuck in an awkward position, fist still clenched around the syringe of poison. My pack of supplies digs into my shoulder blades. It’s pitch black and the air is thick and dusty. Only my panic and racing heart keep me going.

The engines thrum and I feel the vibrations in my body—is that the way a Zandian ship sounds, or was my pallet traded to the Falcon ship beside it on the tarmac? If so, I’m in terrible trouble: The Falcons are rumored to be even crueler than the Ocretions.

My mind swims and suddenly I see him in front of me again, the Ocretion guard I encountered as I ran toward the airfield and the starships: His warty thick hands squeezing my neck, his stink attacking my nostrils, making me gag.

“Trying to escape?” His hissing voice is full of pleasure. “We’ll see about that. I will personally oversee your punishment, human slave.”

“No!” My voice is barely audible as I gasp for air.

“The shock sticks will only be the start,” he says, relishing the words. Squeezes harder.

My vision goes spotty, colors flickering, and then I remember the syringe in my hand, to be used as a last resort, and swing my arm upward, hard and fierce, puncturing his thick gray skin.

Closing my eyes and begging the universe to save me.

And miraculously, a mere three seconds later—just like Leylah promised—his hands soften, relaxing like a flower at night. His whole body goes slack until he falls lifeless. A sack of bones and stench.

Suddenly light blinds my eyes. I hear voices, and my body shifts as they lift away the pallet.

I’ve been found.

The voice I hear is low, masculine, and deep. “What the veck?”

I don’t answer, as if staying silent will somehow save me now.

“Who are you and what are you doing on my ship?” He speaks in Ocretion and then repeats it—I assume—in a tongue I don’t understand.

I blink at the sudden light—the first I’ve seen in over two planet rotations. My mouth is dry with lack of fluid. Thank Mother Earth they’ve pulled the crushing weight from my body, so at least I can breathe.

I’m supposed to say something, a phrase I was taught, but my brain won’t cooperate.

Flashes of orange—is he a Falcon? Now all I see is the Ocretion in my mind, squeezing my throat. I scream and fight him off, my pinned arm shooting up, nerves firing. I stab wildly at the air.

“Get off me! Get away!” At least that’s what I mean to say. My voice doesn’t work, though, and the sounds come out like horrible squeals, like wheels without oil. My body starts shaking so badly I can’t control myself. My hand reflexively opens and the syringe is gone, and all of the sounds around me fade into the distance.

* * *

“Stars, I’m hurt! My arm. She poisoned me.” The speaker sounds more irritated than injured. Certainly not dead like the Ocretion I killed when I escaped. “Veck. It’s numb.”

Taut voices join in. “Stand by for med support.”

“Secure her and remove her weapon.”

“Assess her for danger.”

I cough and try to focus, but the sounds zoom in and out. Some being grabs me, moves me. I’m limp.

“She’s neutralized.”

“Get this pack on his arm immediately. Captain, tell us what is happening.”

And then that voice, rich and low. “It’s fading now. It wasn’t completely numb because I could still move my fingers. But I felt it. What the veck is in that syringe?”

My words start to return and I cough. Whisper, “I am a human.”

“Obviously,” one of the beings says drily.

“I request asylum.”

“Why did you attack me? Were you sent as a spy?”

That voice.

It’s not the cutting, nasty tones of an Ocretion. It’s… deep and sexy. He moves closer to my face, so close his breath feathers across my skin. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

I force my lids open and blink, my eyes acclimating to the brightness of the corridor, and I scan my surroundings. The being in front of me is a warrior dressed in white garb, with a sword at his belt. His skin is an even light purple, and huge muscles stand out on his lean, tall form. Atop his head are two horns that appear more like appendages than the hard bone of a beast. His jaw is defined, square. His lips smooth and full.

Stars.

He’s breathtaking. Totally different from the Ocretion masters who owned me back on Romon-3. But I thrust those thoughts away—they’re the least of my concerns. The important thing is that he’s Zandian.

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