Owned By The Alien Prince Page 6

  “Can’t you pick someone else? I’m really no good. I won’t be fun for you back on your planet.”

  I wasn’t sure if my attempt to appear disposable was working, but it was better than doing nothing and relenting. I had yet to succumb completely. My bottom lip felt sore and raw. It was then when I realized the pain was a direct derivative of how hard I was biting down on it in anticipation of his response. I knew it was a deflated excuse, but my clouded, bitter mind was having a hard time wrapping around another way out of this.

  He stood up, his stature haunting. I could feel my loathing for him seething through my pores, but even during all those emotions, I couldn’t resist an inquisitive glance to check him out.

  I hated to admit it, but he was handsome. I was entirely curious. His short brown hair and tribal looking dark tattoos running up and down his arms gave him a brooding look that made me quiver, but not in a way that made me afraid.

  I wasn’t sure if they were actually tattoos or just distinct markings, because I’d noticed so many other Xicret people who had the same type of thing on their arms.

  His deep sigh gave me chills because I knew what was coming. The tears spilled over before I could stop them, and even then my bones felt weak and powerless. The depths of depression sent me into instant fatigue.

  “No, please. No—you just can’t. Let me go back.” The words choked from my mouth and I gagged on them. It was a hopeless case and I had no way out of this.

  The aggressive force of caving from the pressure of grief hit me hard. In the end, the tears won. The sobs collapsed all the weight I’d been carrying as if I were blowing steam through a vent.

  His voice was gentle and kind, but it didn’t pacify me. Even though I knew he was trying. “I have to blindfold you now,” he whispered apologetically as if it pained him to have to do such a thing.

  He picked me up and hoisted me over his shoulder which hurt at first. The brunt force of it temporarily knocked the wind out of me.

  The blindfold went over my face and pronounced total darkness to my vision. It was so…final. The darkness did nothing to yield the suffering that was happening deep in the depths of my soul.

  I couldn’t fight him off because of the collapse of emotion harboring my reflexes to survive. He was also huge and sturdy.

  I knew I’d never win against him. The tears were too violent and excessive and controlled me for the moment.

  Even with the mask of the blindfold over my eyes, the pools of salty tears blurred my vision. The taste of the salt on my lips floored me, but I didn’t protest because I was afraid I had nothing left to give.

  I was leaving my home, and the planet I knew so well. It was over and done with now.

  After a few minutes I could feel the air outside. Knowing that it was the last time I would ever get to have the ocean breeze cool on my skin made me sob harder. I drew in a fresh batch of oxygen and wanted the feeling to last forever.

  The smell of metal and aluminum filled my nostrils and in that moment I knew we were on the hover ship. The next destination would be Xicret. I was nauseated to the core and couldn’t believe this was really happening to me.

  “You are a coward.” I dared to hiss the words out, even though I couldn’t see him.

  The swell of bitterness of where we were going finally sank in as I felt him latch me into my seat. I tried to wiggle, but freedom wasn’t coming this time. Soon we would ascend into the galaxy, never to see Earth again.

  There was silence and then his voice startled me after it came out of nowhere, booming through the space craft.

  “I’m not a coward; you’re a coward for not grasping the potential of the future.” The prickles on the back of my neck throbbed with a chill that surged through me at the tone of his voice.

  My future had been taken away from me, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of an answer. Maybe if I never spoke to him again he’d send me back to Earth.

  I could only hope to be so lucky. I tilted my head back and sighed dramatically. The back of the seat was rigid and relentless against my aching body because it was as hard as a rock.

  I had still not recovered from being locked away in the cell without a bed for what seemed like an endless set of days. Maybe if he was a prince like he claimed to be, I could sleep in a decent bed once we got to his so called palace.

  The engines started and I heard a computerized female voice chime through a speaker. “Ascending, one hundred feet. Ascending, two hundred feet. Destination is marked.”

  The roar of the engines bellowed in my ears, and then we were in the air. I prayed it would be a short trip, and that I would survive whatever was thrown my way.

  I had to be tough, full of endurance and stamina. If I didn’t at least try to make the best of this situation, then I would be a lost soul forever on the hunt for the inside spirit I once knew.

  The landing on Xicret was a rough one. I was affected by bone tingling and stomach churning turbulence and it felt as if I were being ripped apart from end to end. Didn’t this alien know how to operate his own ship?

  My brain sloshed around in my head. My neck muscles protested against moving, but he made me get up after the safe landing occurred. I had barely made it in one piece, physically and emotionally.

  “We’re here,” he pronounced and took my hand to lift me up.

  He was strong, and I watched in sour amazement as his arm muscles contracted as he moved gracefully.

  “Oh joy.” Sarcasm rolled off my tongue like slime even though secretly I was enjoying checking him out somewhat.

  When I walked off the hovercraft my first instinct was to run. But my legs felt like lead, and I had nowhere else to go. If I did run, how far would I get before I was shot down by something? For all I knew I was thousands if not millions of years away from Earth by this point.

  Sullenly, I followed Harkzak making sure to cast a glare in his direction every time he shot a glance at me. It gave me great satisfaction to make him think I was having a terrible time and that he repulsed me.

  The brazen way that he began to look at me after a while lifted my spirits and I began to feel relief. I could tell he was becoming annoyed with me and my only hope was that if I kept enforcing attitude with him, he’d give up and let me go home.

  The air felt denser than it did back home on Earth, but the sky was clear and the atmosphere looked the same as Earth, with the sun casting its light radiantly all around the land. At least I could breathe out here in the open without a spacesuit.

  We were in a metropolitan city and my heart leapt, reminding me of New York City back home. Huge buildings adorned the area and sky scrapers stretched to the clouds above.

  Finding something to nail down as familiar made me feel slightly better inside, but I didn’t want to give Harkzak the satisfaction of observing me checking out my surroundings in curiosity.

  I wanted him to think I was unimpressed, so I etch a bland expression on my face for effect.

  A glass car made almost entirely of windows was waiting for us in a parking lot besides the hovercraft landing. It was the strangest vehicle I’d ever seen.

  “Here’s my car,” Harkzak beckoned me to follow him to his maroon colored vehicle.

  “What if I don’t go with you?”

  It was a bold statement. I didn’t know what my response would be if he told me to fuck off. It’s not like I had anywhere else to go but my mouth was running wild.

  Panic continuously lurched through me as I tried to work my way out of this mess. Only, I wasn’t sure I was making the right choice to be so full of contempt. I couldn’t help it. I was seething with frustration and anger.

  To my surprise, Harkzak shrugged. “Good luck to you then.”

  Then I heard the ground crunch beneath the asphalt as he stepped quickly to his car. Was this some sort of joke?

  Surely, he wouldn’t actually just leave me standing here in the middle of a parking lot. I knew he paid top dollar for me too. He wouldn’t just throw tha
t money away for no reward.

  “Well, wait.” I ran up and got in the car beside him and slammed the door so hard I thought it might break the window.

  I refused to look at him the entire ride, but I had nowhere else to go and I hated how he had won this little match. I would find some way to get back at him.

  For now, I had to just live with this torture. I didn’t want to know if his lips were curled into an amused smirk.

  On the ride back to his house, I noticed everything was written in the Xicret language, and I had no idea how to read, write or speak their native tongue. I wasn’t going to bother learning it either, no matter how often Harkzak might protest against me.

  Just watch him try to give me a hard time about it I smirked as I crossed my arms protectively against my chest.

  When we arrived at his house it took my breath away. Holy shit, the place is huge. It was even bigger than my house back in Greenwich. It stood proud and tall, just like a palace you would see in a fairytale.

  Instead of telling him how magnificent and grand his house was, I scoffed.

  “You live here?” I pointed and made sure to let him know I didn’t think it was that impressive.

  Delight filled me as I realized I was finally crawling under his skin. His jaw clinched but he didn’t take my bait. He parked the car and got out, walking inside while ignoring me in the process.

  I followed him in, purely led by curiosity. When I walked in the door there was a fountain in the middle of the foyer and the floor was made up entirely of white marble with gray swirls of color. It was absolutely beautiful.

  Everything appeared modern, clean and expensive. A lady ran up to me and wrapped her blue arms around me as if I was a long lost cousin she hadn’t seen in years.

  I tensed up, feeling crowded as she invaded my personal space. She was speaking Xicret and I had no idea what she was jabbering on about. She talked animatedly, flailing her arms about with a smile on her face so at the very least, I could tell that she had a friendly streak.

  I tried to scowl, but she was too sweet and warm. I gave her a wan, exhausted smile because it was all I was prepared to give out.

  Harkzak glanced at me. It was clear that he was sizing me up and my reaction to this strange woman.

  “Follow Esme, she will lead you to your room,” he directed.

  I had no choice, so I did what I was told, and I followed Esme. I assumed she was some sort of house keeper or servant to Harkzak or his house.

  She led me up a flight of winding staircases and down a long hallway. She again gestured to me and pointed. I knew she was trying to tell me we had arrived at my room, but I refused to be polite no matter the consequences.

  I wasn’t a cold, heartless bitch, but these Xicret people needed to understand something that I was willing to make abundantly clear.

  I was abducted at a party in the night and whisked away from Earth. I had no idea whether I’d ever see my friends and family again and I was scared shitless.

  “I have no idea what you are saying.” I purposefully spoke in English, and her face fell.

  For a brief moment, I had a twinge of guilt. It wasn’t this lady’s fault I was stolen from my home and dragged against my will to a foreign planet.

  I decided I would cut her some slack, at least for the moment. I walked inside and nodded my head to say thank you and acknowledge her unwelcomed kindness.

  I slammed the door and turned around, backing away from anyone related to this palace and Harkzak.

  The room was gorgeous, absolutely stunning and I would admit to giving it that much credit.

  It was filled with white furniture and a four poster bed that had canopy white drapes on it that felt and looked like silk. They billowed in the wind from the set of open French doors that led out to a balcony overlooking a lavish pool.

  “Wow.” There was no doubt, I was definitely surprised.

  The accommodations were no doubt impressive. Even though I was bitter about being held captive here, I had to admit that there was a tiny flicker in my mind that wondered what it would be like to be a true princess in this palace.

  I collapsed on the bed face down and breathed in a deep scent of the pillow that smelled a little like incense.

  My mind raced against the clock. I still needed to find a way out of there and fast. Maybe I could enlist chatty Cathy housekeeper as an alliance.

  Perhaps she would help me get back home without Harkzak noticing. She seemed eager and enthusiastic to help me and that generosity could aid on my behalf.

  My brain flashed back to my perfect life back at home. I planned to make no effort to fit in with these people or even attempt to learn their language. My mom’s peach cobbler flashed before my eyes and they burned with sadness at the memory.

  I longed for a taste of those peaches that would make my lips pucker, with a slab of ice cream dollop on the side. I could almost taste it, and my mother’s welcoming hospitality.

  I wished I could talk to her. I would give anything to hear her voice, or even call her. Did they have cell phones on this good for nothing planet?

  It wasn’t fair that I was stuck here on a planet that was foreign to me. And where the hell did Harkzak go?

  He just expected me to go on my way and adapt to my new surroundings? He was an asshole and didn’t hold a candle to my gentleman back home, Fred.

  He should be trying to help me adjust and adapt. He could at least give me a tour of the palace and where everything was. I knew I sounded like a brat, but my emotions were having a field day in my mind.

  Oh Fred. When I looked out to the stars that night I hoped that we were at least in the same galaxy, but I couldn’t count on it. The more I thought about it, the more agony I was prolonging for myself. I wished I could snap out of my sadness.

  I sniffed, and wiped my eyes as grief overcame me once again. I forced myself to walk into the bathroom and look in a mirror.

  My eyes had dark circles and my hair was stringy and greasy. My mascara was still smudged down as far as my cheek bone.

  I looked frightening. A shower wouldn’t kill me, and the beautiful ceramic tiled shower behind me was welcoming. I just hoped Harkzak wouldn’t walk in on me when I was naked.

  To my surprise, the night passed through and even into the morning when I awoke on the fluffy cloud like pillows, Harkzak was nowhere to be found. I pondered his whereabouts and hoped that my plan for denying a purpose on this planet was working. If he couldn’t stand me, would he let me go home?

  Chapter Seven

  Harkzak

  “Father!” My voice thundered as I whipped through the corridor of my parent’s castle on the highest hill of Xicret.

  My cheeks felt hot with flushed anger. My heart galloped with rage in my chest, threatening to beat and burst right out of my body.

  With each humongous stride I took toward his office lair, my adrenaline packed anger surged an electric heat sensation in my bones that made me feel like a wild animal just ripped from its cage.

  I found my father sitting at his office desk with his hover screens above his head, watching the surrounding city—his city in Xicret.

  My father played the role of ruler and leader of our people in a ruthless way that annoyed me to no end. His mere presence and sharp demeanor could make anyone’s blood run cold.

  That’s the way he was and had always been. Even growing up, he’d run a tight ship and his word was always the final nail in the coffin.

  I could admit my own shortcomings and flaws. Somehow, there were traits of my father that I noticed in myself that sprinkled itself into my own genetic construction no matter how begrudgingly I thought about that annoying presence.

  I could be abrasive, rash and callous in my own right, although unlike my father I felt ashamed not proud of it. I genuinely wanted Lucy to enjoy living on Xicret with me and to become fond of the culture and the land.

  Unlike me, my father used his species shifting abilities for menacing behavior. He always fe
lt the need to spy on other species on different planets.

  My father lived with the dreaded mindset that everyone was always out to get him in some way or another. He wanted to stay on guard and had special force armies waiting at the gates of our space station.

  He kept them on standby high alert just in case we were ‘attacked’ as he loved to refer to it over and over again. He had spies everywhere, planted like seeds in other nations on other planets so he could always make sure his Xicret race remained the far superior one.

  Being more reasonable in my own actions, I only shifted appearances in order to embrace other cultures or blend in where it would otherwise create a buildup of stress to the species on the planet I was visiting at the time.

  I was always curious growing up, and still had that breed of internal fixation and obsession about seeing what life was really like on other planets. From an early age, I learned how far my father was willing to take his power hungry aptitude to near limitless boundaries and levels.

  If he traveled to Earth, it wasn’t to resolve issues or make peace treaties with the leaders residing there. No, my father always had ulterior motives and tricks up his sleeves.

  With an even more commanding, driving edge and thirst for human virgin pussies, my father’s ability to control his obsession was at the most a level of surrender.

  His quest and thirst for virginal human girls was insatiable. Honestly, I didn’t know how my mother dealt with it or how she didn’t manage to slap him silly every day.

  She probably knew that she would succumb to poverty if she lashed back or spoke against my father. She was smart and painfully idiotic at the same time.

  He would go to Earth and disguise himself as a human man, brooding and handsome. He would take virgins and rape them in city allies, or behind buildings.

  The mere thought of it occurring sickened and repulsed me. It might have been true that I took Lucy against her will, but I had no intention of ever raping her.

  My father tried to quench his thirst and get his fix of beautiful virgins any chance he got, at the blind eye of my mother who pretended not to notice.