Kidnapped By The Alien (Heavenly Mates Book 3)

Kidnapped By The Alien

Rosette Hunter

 Copyright 2015 by Rosette Lex

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First edition, 2015

Chapter 1

The party was a total bust. Hannah sat in a corner nursing her drink, wondering how soon she could slip out of here without seeming like a wet blanket. The music was too loud, every beat like someone smacking her in the face with a heavy pillow.

She wouldn’t have minded if there was dancing going on, but apart from two very drunk girls grinding away on each other near the fireplace, everyone was congregated in little groups throughout the house.

Laura had invited her and promised there’d be plenty of good-looking guys at the party. Hannah supposed that was true, as far as it went. Unfortunately, most of them were only interested in standing around the keg in the kitchen talking about stupid shit like football. Not that she’d ever have the nerve to approach one of them, anyway.

It was like high school all over again, Hannah thought. Even though she was a smart, confident young woman with a good job and a nice apartment, she was still alone. She hadn’t even been asked to go to prom, and she’d been much too shy to ask anyone herself.

Hannah had believed that, once she was out of college, her curvy figure and intellect would prove valuable on the dating scene. As it turned out, even guys her age preferred stupid, super-skinny girls.

At 24, she was still a virgin, and nothing she’d seen indicated that was going to change any time soon. Never mind finding the right guy to fall in love with, to spend the rest of her life with. That seemed like an impossible dream.

Hannah looked at the time on her phone. It was after 1 a.m. There was no point sticking around the party any longer. She’d just wind up getting drunk and having to call a cab. Time to get out while the getting was good.

She found Laura in the dining room, chatting up a young man with blond hair and a cute face. Hannah thought his name was Dave or David or something like that. She caught Laura’s eye and gave a little wave to indicate she was going.

Laura quickly separated herself from Dave/David and hurried over.

“You’re not leaving,” she said.

“I am,” Hanna replied.

“This is pointless, Laura.”

“You’re being ridiculous. You’ve got to put yourself out there.”

“Easy for you to say,” Hannah pouted. Laura was a petite, cheerleader type, the kind the guys went crazy for.

“Oh, honey, don’t be silly,” Laura said.

“You’re amazing.”

“Right.” Hannah knew “amazing” was just code for “You’ve got a great personality, but …”

“Thanks for inviting me,” Hannah said, giving Laura a hug.

“I’ll be fine.”

She walked out to her car and headed for home. Driving down the steep, curvy road back to the city, Hannah made a vow to herself.

In the future, she would put herself out there more. She had so much going for her. Her generous figure was an asset, not a liability. She just hadn’t met the right kind of guy yet.

As she thought this, her car’s engine gave an ominous rattle. Her eye went automatically to the fuel gauge. Three-quarters of a tank. Maybe it was nothing. Then the car itself shuddered, and all the interior lights blinked off and back on. The car shook again, and died, rolling to a stop.

“Oh, great,” Hannah said.

She tried cranking the ignition, but nothing happened at all. Not even the clicking sound that would indicate a dead battery. She got her phone out, meaning to call Laura (as much as she dreaded the idea) and found that it wouldn’t turn on. Just a black screen.

Hannah cursed, and figured there was nothing for it now but to walk back to Laura’s. As she was about to get out, she saw a bright light down the road. Maybe she could flag the person down for help.

Then she noticed something odd. The light, instead of coming toward her, was rising into the air. It got brighter as it did so, and she put up a hand to shield her eyes.

The light flared, filling the car with brilliance like a thousand suns, blinding Hannah. The light even burned through her eyelids as she squeezed them tightly shut.

The light dimmed and Hannah felt a sudden lurching sensation, as if she was being pulled into the air. She opened her eyes and the light was all around her. A moment later, she felt her feet touch solid ground and the light was gone.

Hannah looked around in shock. She was no longer in the car. And it was suddenly daytime. In every direction, all she could see was barren, desolate desert. A hot wind blew across her face.

She blinked and got another shock. A man stood before her, wearing nothing but what appeared to be a pair of shiny, silvery boxer shorts.

She took a step back, her mind reeling in confusion.

What the hell was going on?

Maybe she’d been in some kind of car accident and now she was unconscious, dreaming. Surely, she thought, this gorgeous man could only be a product of her imagination.

Wide at the shoulders with narrow hips, he was quite tall; Hannah guessed he might stand 6’ 4” or so. His handsome face was like something carved from granite, with blue eyes, prominent cheekbones and a dimpled chin.

With one long stride of his muscular legs, the man stepped closer to her.

“Greetings, Hannah,” he said.

“You may call me Sa’Zhan.”

Hannah raised an eyebrow and found herself stifling a giggle at the man’s odd formality, especially considering he was only wearing those shorts. Her humor faded, however, as she thought about the situation.

If she had been in some kind of accident and was dreaming this, it might mean she was severely injured. And if she wasn’t dreaming … well, that was really too weird to even consider.

“Welcome to Research Base 2X71,” the man continued, obviously unaware of Hannah’s conflicted state.

“Your people call this the Namib Desert.”

“My people do what now?”

Hannah shook her head. What the hell was this guy talking about? What was the Namib Desert? And what did he mean by “research base?”

Hannah felt light-headed. She thought the heat might be getting to her.

It must be at least 100 degrees out here. This idea concerned her. If she were dreaming, she shouldn’t feel hot, should she?

“You must be very pleased, to meet your destined mate at last,” Sa’Zhan said.

“My destined mate?” Hannah was so confused.

With every word the man said, he made less and less sense. And there was something about the way he spoke, as if English was not his first language, though she couldn’t pin down what kind of accent he had.

“Yes. Your voice called out to me across the galaxy, and I have come to this planet to claim you.”

Hannah’s mind raced to make sense of what she was hearing.

“So,” she said at last, “you’re … an alien?”

“I am not from your Earth,” Sa’Zhan said.

“I suppose that would make me an alien, to you. But that is unimportant. You are to be my life-mate. It is the way of my people.”

“Well, my people don’t just pick up random strangers in the middle of the night and make them … life-mates.”

Hannah could not believe she was really having this conversation.

“That does not matter,” he said, with a look of haughty pride.

“I have come for you, and you shall be mine.”

Hannah’s head was spinning from a combination of the intense heat and the utter insanity of the situation. Aliens weren’t real. Especially aliens that looked like they just stepped out of men’s fashion advertisement.

Just then, the man reached out for her. Hannah twisted away, and the movement made her even dizzier. She fell to the ground, the desert floor radiating heat against her.

She tried to stand up, but her vision swam and before she had a chance to do anything else, the world went black and she fainted.

Chapter 2

The first thing Hannah noticed when she came to was how nice and cool the air was. Thank goodness, she thought, that weird dream is over. She was lying in a very comfortable bed, covered by a light blanket. Hannah opened her eyes and looked around.

Still a little disoriented, her first thought was that she was in some kind of very modern hospital room. Her bed was actually a small alcove set into the wall. Above her, a double row of spherical lights shined down. The room itself was circular, and the surfaces gleamed like polished silver.

As she came to her senses, Hannah realized that, if this was a hospital room, it was a very strange one. There were no monitors, no equipment of any kind that she could see. The room was, in fact, quite empty.

No furniture, aside from the bed. Nothing on the walls. Not even a door that she could see.

Hannah tossed the blanket aside and sat up. Her feet were bare. She got out of the bed and felt the smooth surface of the floor, which seemed to be made of the same silvery material as everything else.

It reminded her of something, just at the edge of her mind. Silver …

It all came back to her in a rush. The silver-clad man who’d claimed to be an alien. Hannah willed herself to wake up, to stop dreaming, but some part of her knew this was real.

She walked to the far side of the room and put her hand against the wall. She could feel a faint vibration. Hannah took a few steps to her left, and there was a sudden whirring sound. A rectangular space in front of her slid open, revealing some kind of hallway.

Hannah went out and looked left and right. The hall curved away in both directions. She turned and looked at the room she had just exited. Above the door, written in plain English, were the words “Crew Cabin 1.”

The doorway slid closed as she stood there, and Hannah realized she could just make out a faint outline in the otherwise smooth space of the wall.

With slowly dawning awareness, Hannah realized what this place must be. A spaceship. It reminded her a little of things she’d seen watching science fiction movies, her favorite rainy night activity. Choosing at random, Hannah turned left and began walking down the hall.

A few yards on, Hannah spotted another outline in the wall. Pausing before it, she saw that it had a designation, as well. “Crew Cabin 2” was written above it. A second later, the door whooshed open and she saw another room exactly like the one she’d just left.

She moved on, passing two more cabins before coming across a door labeled “Engineering.” Intrigued, she waited for it to open, but unlike the others, this door did not open for her.

“This area is restricted, I am afraid.”

Hannah nearly jumped out of her skin as Sa’Zhan seemed to appear out of nowhere. In reality, of course, he’d merely come around the corner, but it was still a shock. Hannah glared at the alien.

“What’s going on?” she demanded.

“I brought you to my ship when you fainted,” he replied.

“Do not be concerned. You are perfectly healthy. The ship’s systems automatically monitor all vital functions.”

“I’m not ‘concerned’ about my health,” Hannah said.

“I just want to go home.”

Sa’Zhan looked confused. “Your home is with me, now,” he said.

“You must forget about your previous life.”

Hannah shook her head, but she realized some small part of her would be happy to do just that. Forget the life she’d had, and find something new. What would she be missing, after all?

Still, she wasn’t about to just go traipsing off with the first alien that tried to claim her as his own, no matter how good looking he was.

“You really need to move past that, because it’s not going to happen,” Hannah said.

Sa’Zhan shook his head.

“You do not understand,” he said. “You are to be my soul mate. It is destined.”

“Well, I don’t believe in destiny,” Hannah said.

Of course, she hadn’t believed in aliens, either, until all of this. It was really just too much to take in all at once. She decided to change the subject.

“How is it that you speak English so well?” she asked.

“And why are all the signs on your ship in my language?”

“Ah, the writing is for your benefit,” Sa’Zhan answered, “so that you may easily know which areas are accessible to you and which are not. As for my own speech, I have studied your language extensively. My people are able to adapt to a great many different languages from many different species across the galaxy.”

More information to take in. How many alien races were out there?

“Who are ‘your people’ anyway?”

“We are called Ventosians,” Sa’Zhan said.

“My home planet, Ventos, is halfway across the Milky Way from Earth. So, you see, I have come a very long way for you.”

“That’s very nice, I’m sure,” Hannah said.

“So is this what you Venosians do? Fly around the galaxy and kidnap women to be your mates?”

Sa’Zhan sighed, which seemed an odd behavior for an alien.

“It is not ‘kidnapping,’” he said. “I have explained this to you.”

“You really haven’t. You’ve said a lot of words, like ‘soul mates’ and ‘destiny,’ but I’m still unclear on why you think I should buy in to any of this nonsense.”

“This is not nonsense,” Sa’Zhan huffed, apparently very affronted.

“The bond between us transcends space and time. It was not a simple matter for me to travel here for you. Immense resources are needed to make such a journey.”

Hannah considered this. Interstellar space flight was certainly no joke. He was definitely right about that.

But she was still having trouble with the idea that he had somehow singled her out among all the beings on all the worlds in the universe.

“Okay,” she said, “why me? You don’t even know me.”

“That is not true. I know all there is to know. My people are gifted with a form of what you would call telepathy.”

“Wait a minute,” Hannah said.

“Does that mean you can read my thoughts?”

“No. Not exactly. I can sense what you are feeling. I know that we were meant to be together. I am meant to love you and protect you always.”

“Love?” Hannah scoffed.

“I don’t think you understand how love works.”

“And you do?” Sa’Zhan asked.

“You are alone. Untouched. Tell me, what do you know of love?”

“Fuck you,” Hannah said coldly and stormed off.

She went back to the cabin she’d woken up in, wishing there was some kind of lock on the door. Because of course Sa’Zhan followed her in. Of course he did.

Hannah curled up in the sleeping alcove and turned her back to him.

“Leave me alone,” she said.

“Hannah, I can tell you are upset.”

“How very telepathic of you.” Hannah pushed her face into the pillow as tears started to stream from her eyes. She wouldn’t let him see her cry.

“I will go for now,” Sa’Zhan said.

“Later, when you have calmed down, you will want to eat. I believe you will find the food on the ship very appetizing. Also, there is a bathroom just to the left of the alcove.”

Hannah waited until she heard the door open and close, then turned over and sat up. She wiped away the tears. She had to get hold of herself, had to think this through.