Tamed by the Alien Pirate by Kyle Celia & Storm Athena

Author:Kyle, Celia & Storm, Athena [Kyle, Celia & Storm, Athena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B087LW55QX
Goodreads: 53355178
Published: 2020-05-09T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Thrase

The Kreetu drag me off to an empty office and then lock me inside, but the gap between the metal door and the carpeted floor is sufficiently wide that I can still hear what they are saying.

I nearly faint with relief when I hear about Zander’s successful escape. I’m not sure who the other Kilgari was who aided him, but I send him a silent thank you.

Standing back up, I dab at my cut lip with my sleeve. The bleeding has stopped already, though my head still aches from the impact. I don’t seem to have a concussion, however, so for that I am thankful.

Still, it was a hell of a blow. I don’t even recall the moment of impact. Kreetu have extremely dense, almost stone-like skin. This combined with their heavy muscle fibers makes them justifiably feared in combat.

At one time, they were Pi’rell, but after their home world was destroyed, they went down a different path. The Pi’rell survivors who split from the others eagerly accepted the Ataxian Coalition’s offer of genetic modification. Stereotypes about them being stupid lugs aren’t really justified, but the ones regarding their vicious streak trend closer to reality.

I’m not left to my own devices for long, which is just as well since this office has no windows or furniture, nothing I could use to escape or fashion a weapon. Even if I could, fighting back would be next to futile. I’m smart enough to know when I’m physically outclassed.

The door opens, and one of the Kreetu snaps his fingers.

“Up.”

I stand up a bit unsteadily, my head still spinning from the blow to it.

“Come.”

When I take a few steps toward him, he takes my arm in an iron grip and ushers me along ahead of him. I can feel his retractable claws digging into my flesh through my sleeve, but I’m not about to offer a protest. His red eyes are utterly without pity, so I don’t see a point.

We head to the elevator and ride the car up, I believe to the top floor though the lighted guide no longer functions. As soon as the doors open he shoves me forward, and I stumble into a surprisingly well-appointed office with rich, deep blue carpet and an image of the planet Earth emblazoned across the back wall. Comfortable leather wing-back chairs sit facing a wide wooden desk with a slender, balding man sitting behind it.

“Hello, Thrase. So nice to see you again.”

The door shuts behind me, but the Kreetu remains with us. He stands near the wall, motionless as the rock his flesh is compared to oft.

“Thrase?” I shake my head in denial. Playing dumb though my heart is about to burst from my chest. “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, sir. I don’t know you from the proverbial Adam.”

His thin brows arch over surprisingly clear and pleasant-seeming blue eyes.

“Oh, yes. I had forgotten. You were in cryo sleep the last time I saw you.” He gestures at one of the wing-backed chairs flanking his desk.

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