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Chapter Four

Ryder

I hadn’t expected to find a woman on our first mission out into the lands surrounding the training center. Our female human processing center had been successful thus far, training humans for service elsewhere or for claim by some of the more powerful Vakarrans up the military line. This one was unique though. Not like the others. I could tell just by being around her for a short amount of time.

I’d seen it in her eyes. Seen the rebellion there, especially when she’d pointed a gun straight at Davon’s skull. The need to fight back and stand on her own. Her hatred for our kind. Her courage. It was palpable.

I hadn’t known that was possible in a human. Most of the ones I’d known of were meek and obedient, not like her. I’d heard of her sister’s reputation. How Kira had killed some Vakarrans in the struggle to capture her, but honestly, it had sounded like a myth mostly to me.

No one knew she had a sister. Alaina had been entirely off the grid, until now.

I wondered how she did it?

Was she like her sister? A feisty warrior human too?

I’d never seen anything like it before. Every other Earth human I’d trained was naturally submissive, too afraid of our kind to put up any kind of real fight. Our technology put theirs to shame. We were much more advanced, our power over them complete.

I’d been a part of the initial invasion of Earth some ten years before. We’d studied their existence for some time before arriving into their solar system and conquering their various colonies and civilizations, one by one.

Earth had been exceedingly overpopulated. A rich resource of slaves, ripe for our taking.

Their defenses had fallen quickly. Some of them had already surrendered before we’d even set foot on their ground.

Within days, the planet was ours. We’d conquered them completely.

After that, we’d separated the men and women into isolated camps, keeping the young fertile women for training purposes. Older women and men were put to work, tending the fields, mending our own tech, and making alcohol for our consumption.

Many Vakarrans I knew loved that aspect. We all had our own vices, but Earth booze was particularly tasty. I, for one, loved a good, hearty aged whiskey.

I looked back at Alaina. She looked sweet and angelic in Aarom’s arms. I couldn’t help but feel a subtle twinge of jealousy, wanting her to curl up with me like that. Morgn met my eyes and shook his head.

“Don’t you go soft on me now. You know she’s just a commodity. A human to train to spread her legs and deliver our sons,” he murmured, his voice echoing in my head.

He didn’t speak out loud, only through our telepathic link, a crucial skill that Vakarrans shared with each other. Our scientists had developed the ability in our kind through genetic engineering at least a thousand years ago.

“I know,” I replied begrudgingly. “We’re going to have to take her straight to Commander Nix on the ISS Starrider. Especially because of the relation to her sister.”

“He’s going to want to make an example of her,” Morgn said.

My heart pounded in my chest. I didn’t want anyone else to have her. Touch her. Punish her. My blood boiled simply at the thought. Then, I said something I hadn’t ever expected to come out of my mouth.

“She’s ours. Ours by capture law. I’m going to claim her as our human. She’ll bear our sons. I won’t allow anyone else to touch her, especially that bastard Nix,” I roared.

Morg

n didn’t reply. He looked away. He knew I was being foolish.

“I want to claim her too,” Aarom said softly. “She’s a mystery. I want to understand her.”

The four of us walked through the jungle silently for a few minutes.

“Once Nix knows she exists, he’ll want to test her for himself,” Morgn sighed. “She’s going to need to be trained. Mastered and taught to obey. To take her rightful place as a human by our side, as our submissive breeder.”

I gazed back at her sweet face. I knew how to break a human. She wouldn’t be that difficult, would she?

I wonder what Nix would do once he knew that another Stryke existed. Would he claim her for himself and ignore our stake over her? Commander Strohass had done such a thing to Kira and it had caused such an uprising afterward that he’d ended up dead. No one knew who actually killed him, but we were all wary. The rumors were all over the place.

It was hard to trust anyone. Even Zaavyr, the man who led the first battalion that had claimed Kira as their mate, was tight-lipped about the whole thing.

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