Thanemonger: A SciFi Alien Romance (The Ladyships Book 1) Read online

  Thanemonger

  A SciFi Alien Romance

  The Ladyships Book One

  Bex McLynn

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Epilogue

  Dearest Reader

  Acknowledgments

  Other Titles

  About Bex

  My Rule of Names

  Copyright © 2018 by Bex McLynn

  All rights reserved.

  Cover Design by Melody Simmons

  Copyediting and Proofreading by Lindsay York at LY Publishing Services

  Developmental Editing by Chris Westwater

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  To Greg

  You are the ab-stronomical cover model of my dreams.

  To Chris

  You're always right.

  Chapter One

  Seph closed her eyes and tried to focus on one problem. Just one.

  She opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

  Well, shit. Where the hell should she start? With the rickety spaceship? The alien thugs? Or the icebox floating before her?

  "[Prykimis. Teras. Cryo-bin.]"

  The Totally Annoying Interrupter whispered the terms directly into her mind like some peppy, overeager trivia enthusiast.

  Seph grimaced. Nope. She refused to be baited by The Totally Annoying Interrupter. That ever-present, invisible presence was being a jerk. Again. TAI (no way would she nickname it just AI) knew she had tabled the hows and whys of its annoying existence until further notice, yet still it force-fed snippets of data into her mind whenever it wanted. Total jerk. She had bigger problems right now. Problems that she could reach out and touch. Problems that could touch her right back, and that would hurt her.

  Case in point: the stupid cryo-bin floating in front of her.

  "Ready?" Rannik said as he moved toward the cryo-bin.

  "Ready," Seph said, her voice pitched low. But that was beside the point, because she absolutely was not ready.

  Together, she and Rannik huddled in a dark corner of Prykimis's cavernous cargo hold. Sheltered by towering storage containers, they stared at the hovering rectangular box. The dim light bathed the cryo-bin in an eerie yellow glow. Seph shivered and hugged herself. Each time she looked at that thing, she swore someone walked over her grave.

  Cryo-bin. All of Seph's problems started when she woke up in one of those damned things. She went to sleep on Earth. She woke up in a cryo-bin. Saw her very first alien. Screamed bloody murder. Yep. She hated cryo-bins.

  "I'm with you every step of the way, Seph," Rannik said and gave her a light, chummy bump.

  It sent her toppling forward. "Hey!"

  Rannik fumbled for her, trying to snag her. Too late. "Sorry!"

  Her butt hit the deck. Dammit!

  Not Rannik's fault, though. He reminded her of a bull in a china shop, which only bothered Seph because she wasn't used to being delicate china. Nothing about her was tiny. No little toes or cute button nose. Back in high school, she played power forward on the basketball team. She was a brick house, all mighty, mighty. Not a teacup.

  Rannik, however, was a Teras, and his oversized hands hinted at a growth spurt that had yet to come. Next to the teenaged alien, Seph appeared downright dainty. She hated that. If she was going to survive her alien abduction, she needed to be able to kick alien asses. Instead, a nudge by an alien teen sent her flying like a hockey puck.

  "[Teras,]" TAI said like a perky little cheerleader announcing a fun fact.

  Thankfully, Rannik was not one of her problems. In fact, he remained the only good thing to have happened to her since her abduction. He was her Obi-Wan Kenobi. Her only hope.

  Rannik offered her a hand up. "You're such a tiny bit."

  Seph chuckled as he hoisted her up. One swift pull and he had her back on her feet.

  "Whatever. We're the same size." Not true. Rannik already topped her by a few scant inches. At twenty-six, Seph finished growing. If Teras teenagers were like human teenagers, then Rannik would really outpace her within a year.

  And as much as she liked Rannik, she didn't want to be playing Leia to his Obi-Wan a year from now. She wanted to be back on Earth, snuggling with her son, Xander. She ignored the sharp pinch in her chest. She missed him like crazy, but she couldn't think about that now. She'd think about that later, along with so many other things she didn't want to think about.

  "[Cryo-bin,]" TAI said, even though Seph tried to think of something other than having to climb into the coffin-like box.

  Rannik chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. "I can see over your head."

  "And I can stare up your nostrils." Thank god the alien language she spoke accommodated sarcasm. If not, then she and Rannik would definitely have had a failure to communicate about so many, many things.

  "You're just stalling." He gave her that endearing, lopsided grin of his. The one where his toothy incisor peeked out. Just like Xander, he melted her heart with that silly grin.

  And he called it: she was stalling.

  "Couldn't you just wrap me in a rug and carry me?" Seph kept her voice gruff, to mimic the deep tone of the Teras, and mimed carrying a sack of potatoes over her shoulder. "Or do you have a spare uniform?" Rannik had given her a baggy coverall that crinkled when she moved. It was nothing like his crisp, military fatigue-like uniform. "I can still pretend to be a Lassie."

  Rannik groaned and rolled his eyes at her. "Even I knew you weren't a Lassie, Seph."

  "Yeah, right. You had no clue."

  The salvager who had pulled Seph from that first cryo-bin thought she was a Lassie, an android. So she ran with it. To hide in plain sight while she came up with a plan to get herself back to Earth and Xander. After a few days of milling about in an enclosure, Rannik had drudged past the salvager's stall, took one look at her, and purchased her.

  And thank goodness for that bit of luck. Lassies were used as sexbots. Roughly used.

  "Your protocols were all corrupted." Rannik blushed, his face flushing an electric turquoise. The bright color didn't faze Seph anymore. Neither did his dark gold skin or double-jointed fingers. She even thought his gold-green eyes, swirling like a cat's eye marble, were hypnotically gorgeous.

  "Oh, my protocols were spot on and you know it." She had fooled him for three days, until he tried to determine if she was a fully functioning sexbot.

  Her cheeks flamed as she recalled that awkward encounter. He, a rambunctious youth, had wanted
to check under her carriage. She, a rampaging bitch, had slapped some decency into him. Now they got along smashingly. Just an average teenage boy with his secret alien companion.

  They weren't Leia and Obi-Wan. They were Elliot and E.T., and she was E.T.

  "Fine. You were believable." Rannik yanked the lid off the cryo-bin, revealing the interior bed and cold metal tubing. "And that's why we need the cryo-bin. If I cart you through the corridors like a Lassie, we'll never make it past Prykimis's crew to the hangar."

  Rannik had a point. If the ship's crew thought she was a Lassie, they wouldn't hesitate to press her into service. She'd once overheard several crewmen talking about a Lassie that they kept in a closet in the general berthing. They used it as communal property. Like the village bicycle.

  No way. Absolutely not. That would not happen to her.

  "Fine then." She knew she sounded flippant, but at least she didn’t sound scared.

  "Seriously, Seph. As a cadet, I'm not even supposed to be on Prykimis. And now that the thane is here, they want me gone. No one's gonna stop to inspect my luggage."

  "I understand."

  "I won't leave you on this ship." He dipped his chin so that he could look her in the eyes. "Everything will be all right once we're with my house."

  "Of course it will."

  "Seph, you're backing away from the cryo-bin."

  Dammit. She was, wasn't she? With a sigh, she willed her feet to stop shuffling backward.

  Rannik tilted his head, gesturing in a general 'over there' direction toward the hangar. "Thane Borac is already docking his transport. You'll be in and out of the cryo-bin very quickly. There's nothing to worry about."

  Seph hugged her stomach and frowned. "Not worried at all."

  Shit, she was worried.

  But a mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do to get back to her baby boy.

  She clapped her hands together and gave the cryo-bin a hard kick. "Let's do this."

  She would just lie back and take a nap while Rannik ran her over to the other ship.

  Prykimis, the one they were currently on, reminded Seph of her first car, a clunker that leaked oil and smelled like gasoline. She questioned the ship's space-worthiness. The recycled air tasted musty, the temperature chilled her to the bone, and the most awful mechanical groans interrupted the sluggish thrum of the engines. Prykimis had more rattles than a baby boutique.

  Yep. Time to abandon ship.

  Rannik heaved a sigh, his shoulders sagging. Damn, she needed to get her act together. Rannik shouldn't have to shoulder her stress as well as his own. She marched up to the cryo-bin and gave Rannik a stiff nod. She was ready.

  He pointed to a lit screen on the outer shell of the cryo-bin. "See these lights? They're just for show. I've deactivated the cycler, so it's not even a functioning cryo-bin."

  "Just for show. Got it." Seph huffed and fought the urge to backpedal.

  Rannik flicked his eyes anxiously to his WristCune, the Teras personal comm device. "If we don't get moving soon, someone will come looking for me. And whatever we do, we do not want Thane Borac to get angry." He paused and looked over his shoulder, as if recalling a memory. "Well, angrier."

  Seph squeaked out a laugh. "What, does he smash things when he gets angry?"

  "Yes." Rannik swallowed. "They call him Thanemonger."

  Well then. It seemed the thane, the leader of Rannik's house, had a temper. Not the best time to have learned that, considering they planned to ask the thane for sanctuary for her. Just another problem she would have to sort out later.

  Fine. She'd deal with him. She cast her gaze about the creepy shadows in the cargo hold. "Better than staying here."

  Seph sighed as she grabbed hold of Rannik for balance. The cryo-bin rocked like a canoe as she climbed inside. "Is it going to wobble the whole time?"

  "No. Well, probably. I'll keep it steady."

  Good thing her nerves kept her from eating breakfast. Even though she was already in space and on a spaceship, puddle-jumping made her stomach flip. She had never been a good flier.

  As she settled flat on her back, her hand stayed clamped to Rannik's arm. She stifled a moan. She feared this would happen. The cryo-bin felt too much like a coffin.

  "I can't let go," she said miserably.

  Rannik frowned down at her, his eyes glittering like tiny beacons in the dark. "Everything will be fine."

  "I know." Because, really, how could it get any worse?

  "I'll get you out quickly."

  "I know. Still can't let go." Her breathing sped up, hustling to match her racing heart.

  "The thane is here. He's waiting for me, and I will not leave you behind."

  She swore. "Just close me in."

  With hasty movements, Rannik propped the lid against the side of the cryo-bin, causing more rocking. He dropped to a knee, and with one hand, felt around for something in the dark. Scraping noises rose up from the floor.

  "Got it," Rannik said, thrusting a long metal tool toward her. "Hold this."

  Seph took it with her free hand, still not relinquishing her hold on Rannik's arm. "Ah, just what I always wanted."

  "Seph," he said, sounding so serious.

  "Sorry. What is it?"

  "[Torque spanner,]" TAI pushed into her mind just as Rannik said, "A torque spanner."

  Seph sighed. So, so annoying. TAI always dropped terms and never added context.

  Rannik gently closed his fingers over her hand that held him captive. His big hand fully encased hers. The touch felt cool and comforting. "If anyone other than me opens this lid, use it."

  She stared at the heavy, wrench-like tool in her hand. "Use it?"

  "Whack them. Whack them hard, Seph."

  "Whack 'em. I got it."

  "Good." He patted her hand while simultaneously prying her fingers away from his arm. Who knew that extra finger joints could be so handy? Heh, handy.

  She pressed her lips together, sealing her nervous giggle inside.

  Rannik stood and positioned the lid over her. She cradled the torque spanner to her chest the same way Xander used to grip his lovie, a plush blue blanket that smelled like graham crackers.

  "It's going to be fine, Seph. I promise." He smiled down at her, so damn hopeful and young. "I am Teras. I am House Borac. You have me."

  Rannik's solemnity punched her in the gut. What he said was important to him; she could tell. He gave his word to keep her safe. But he looked just so youthful in that moment. Like someone who never experienced real world consequences, someone unjaded.

  Guilt spiked through her, clenching her belly. No matter how fond she was of him, no matter that it was in Rannik's nature to do good, she was using him. She had hidden amongst the other Lassies until she saw a bright-eyed kid approach the trader's stall. Someone she could manipulate.

  She swallowed, yet her voice sounded too brittle. "See you soon."

  "See you soon," Rannik said before settling the lid, sealing out the light.

  Unease tore at her. But it was pointless for her to worry, wasn't it? The plan was already in motion. Plus, Rannik was Teras. He was from this strange universe. Surely he knew how to help her at minimal risk to his own person. Didn't he?

  Seph pressed her palms over her eyes. Everything would be fine. Jump ship. Seek refuge. High-tail it back to Earth.

  She had this. No problems at all.

  Zver leaped from the hatch of his transport, his boots striking solidly on the deck of Prykimis. Using his technopathy, he mentally skirted House Jahat's security measures and connected with the ship's systems. Bile rose in his throat as the incoming data slugged directly into his mind, reporting offline systems, warnings, and failures. Not surprising. When his flotilla had approached Prykimis, all scans confirmed his previous intel. The ship was derelict. A hunk of space garbage.

  Zver pushed the alarms to the back of his mind and focused on his son's WristCune locator. He searched the comm signatures for his son's AthID. There. Rannik was in the cargo
hold, not the hangar.

  By Unholde. He wanted his son off Prykimis immediately.

  Behind him, two other transports, emblazoned with the House Borac crest, disembarked crews. With no other ships in the hangar, the sounds of the transport engines and his men's voices ricocheted around the expansive space. No hangar crew ushered them inside. No squadron of fighters or armored freighters lined the bay. Prykimis, a once-feared battleship, had become nothing but a shell of its former self.

  Two of his men approached, one in full assault gear and the other holding a MediCune scanner.

  "Air quality is shit." Lekar, his medicmaster, took up position beside him. Lekar's fingers tapped on the screen of his scanner. "Wouldn't be surprised if half the crew has scrubber's lung. I'm sending intake instructions to Deleo's sickbay."

  Deleo was Zver's destroyer, currently positioned off Prykimis's port-side. He refused to expose his own battleship to Thane Jahat's degenerate crew. These men teetered, one step away from becoming Unsworn to their house. "This isn't a compassionate mission, Lekar. Only the most dire cases will be treated on Deleo."

  "Understood, Thane. However, you know Grondin." Lekar directed his gaze to the cluster of men who entered the hangar. The men lacked formation, and even at this distance, he could see that none wore fleet uniforms. "If the officers look this ragged, then the rest of the crew is probably worse off."

  Zver scoffed. He had no doubt that Acting Commander Grondin would see to his own comforts before that of his crew.