The warrior's rescued human: Sci-fi MM alien romance (Palaxian protectors of Earth Book 6) Read online

  The warrior's rescued human

  Palaxian Protectors Of Earth

  Book Six

  Snow Morningstar

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One: Elijah

  Chapter Two: Jagg

  Chapter Three: Elijah

  Chapter Four: Jagg

  Chapter Five: Jagg

  Chapter Six: Jagg

  Chapter Seven: Elijah

  Chapter Eight: Elijah

  Chapter Nine: Elijah

  Chapter Ten: Elijah

  Chapter Eleven: Elijah

  Chapter Twelve: Jagg

  Chapter Thirteen: Jagg

  Chapter Fourteen: Brittnay

  Chapter Fifteen: Elijah

  Chapter Sixteen: Elijah

  Chapter Seventeen: Elijah

  Chapter Eighteen: Jagg

  Chapter Nineteen: Jagg

  Chapter Twenty: Jagg

  Chapter Twenty One: Jagg

  Chapter Twenty Two: Elijah

  Chapter Twenty Three: Jagg

  Chapter Twenty Four: Jagg

  Chapter Twenty Five: Elijah’s Showdown

  Chapter Twenty Six: Elijah

  Chapter Twenty Seven: Elijah

  Chapter Twenty Eight: Elijah

  Chapter Twenty Nine: Jagg

  Chapter Thirty: Elijah

  Chapter Thirty One: Jagg

  Chapter Thirty Two: Jagg

  Chapter Thirty-Three: Elijah

  Epilogue Elijah

  Chapter one

  Elijah

  I came home from work to find a note on my kitchen table. I’ve already had a long day at the gas-station. The credit card reader kept going out. Those who didn’t have cash kept screaming at me. The regulars who are kind made the day tolerable.

  “I want to speak to the manager!” one lady yelled at me.

  “I am the manager,” I responded.

  Right now, I wish I wasn’t.

  Then there are your typical assortment of crazies who spend too much money on lottery tickets. An old man asked for fifty dollars of Powerball tickets. I handed him the requested tickets.

  “I changed my mind. I don’t want the tickets anymore. I’ll lose anyway!”

  I am so mad.

  “Sir, I’ll have to eat these tickets if you don’t pay for them.”

  He walked out, not saying a word. And eat them I did. It came out of my paycheck.

  I go home to find a note on my kitchen table. So, when I see a note sitting there, I don’t want to read it. There’s only one person who could have left that note.

  There’s only one person who has a key to my apartment—Melissa. I only gave her a key, to earn her trust. I wanted her to stay with me, but she refused.

  I didn’t want to be alone, but she wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to press the issue. I told her to drop by whenever she wanted, and to make herself at home. She’s not so much as left a toothbrush here.

  I sit down at my small dining room table, and pick up the note.

  “Dearest Eliajah. I’ve moved on. Sorry it didn’t work out. Left your key in the mailbox.”

  I crumple up the note and throw it. I don’t care where it lands. I suppose because I’m a man; I should hold it together, but I’m not.

  I wipe tears out of my eyes with the back of my hand as I storm out of my apartment. I don’t know why I can’t seem to hold a steady relationship. I don’t think it’s me.

  At least, I hope it’s not. I don’t think I’m a bad person. I’m loyal, faithful and honest. Nice guys never finish first. I just don’t know why I’m not relationship material.

  I left my apartment.

  I need some fresh air, so I walk.

  I just keep walking and walking. I don’t know where I’m going. I’m just upset and need to burn off some energy. I head to the nearest park. There’s a walking trail.

  I need to sort my thoughts and clear my mind.

  I walk into the park and head to the trail. There's a playground with children. At the back of the park is a trail that goes through a wooded area.

  I like this trail. It's shady and cool because of the tall trees. It's as cool as you'll get in California at least.

  I think I've gained my bearings. I’m calmer now. I suppose this break-up shouldn't be a surprise.

  I was the one who wanted a committed relationship.

  Not Melissa.

  Again, I know I'm supposed to be a tough guy. I'm not supposed to feel anything, right? But I do. I feel hurt, pain and rejection. I have love to give. Except no one wants my love. Not one soul. Has love gone out of style?

  Or maybe I should be the bad-boy type. Except, that's not me…

  I was lost in thought when suddenly…

  One minute I was walking in the park, then the next thing I know, I walked through a purple translucent wall. It shimmers as I pass through. It appeared so fast, I couldn't have stopped myself from walking through it.

  I turn around and wave my hands through the wall.

  “What on Earth?”

  It shimmers under my touch. I curiously poked it. The purple wall ripples like water.

  I turn around to continue my walk, except when I turn around, I’m no longer in the park.

  “Where am I?” I shout.

  To my surprise, my voice echoes. The sounds of children playing and barking dogs in the park are gone.

  Did I wander into a building? The interior looks as such. I see crates stacked in something that looks like a warehouse.

  I turn to leave out of the purple wall, but someone grabs me.

  I scream when I see what it is.

  I say it, because it’s not human.

  Not in the slightest.

  It has a monstrous face full of whiskers and fangs like a saber-tooth-tiger. His hands are webbed, and he smells like rotten fish. His big pudgy mouth snarls at me, his whiskers twitching. He's a horror.

  I could only say he looks like a walrus-man.

  I try to run out of the purple wall; but this time, it’s solid. I pound my fists in fear on the metallic wall. I feel the floor beneath me moving.

  “No. It can’t be. Was I abducted by aliens?”

  My brain is attempting to process everything that's happening. The ground is moving beneath my feet.

  This can’t be happening.

  The walrus-man reaches for me, speaking in garbled grunts. He grabs me with bruising strength.

  “Help!” I shout.

  He says something, but I can't understand. It sounds like gibberish.

  The sight of him makes me feel sheer terror. Where am I ? What is he?

  He Pulls something out of his pocket. It looks like the thing from Men in black. The pen, or flashlight? The memory eraser thing. He holds it right in front of my face.

  I know I shouldn’t look at it.

  It’s a bad idea.

  But I looked directly at it, and it flashed a bright white light right in my eyes. I blink once, twice. I’m seeing green spots because the flash was so bright. I suddenly feel weak in the knees.

  “What did you do to me?”

  My vision is blurry. My speech is slurred. I’m dizzy and nauseous. I feel myself collapse face first. I can’t move. This is worse than a dream when you are paralyzed. My mind is fading fast, and suddenly I can’t remember my name.

  Then everything goes black.

  Chapter two

  Jagg

  I just heard about my ex-lovers arrest and detainment. He abducted a human female from Earth. Rumor has it, she’s actually his mate. That can’t be true. I’ve been waiting for Loxtin to come to his senses and take me back.

  So, I did what any heartbroken fool would do. I’m going to rescue him from the prison moon. Even though we’ve been broken up for a long time, I still have feelings for him. Say what you will about it.

  Not many people know about what happens on the prison moon. Even the intergalactic council is left in the dark. However, I know what goes on there.

  I’ve seen it myself.

  With that being said, I would never leave Loxtin there. The prison moon is basically just a dwarf desert planet. They just leave people there for dead.

  Loxtin can take care of himself. There shouldn't be anything for me to worry about. But I am fucking worried.

  I quickly pack a small bag and authorize myself the use of a small warbird. Luckily, I’m a commander of the warriors now. I have the authority to do that. On the digital release form I mark the use as a ‘secret mission.’ There’s nothing unusual about that. All of our missions are done in secret.

  I also happen to know the perfect time to rescue Loxtin. Every other day, an enforcer’s vessel drops supplies in the desert. They like to drop crates of supplies a distance away from the cave where the prisoners live. It draws them out of a safe place.

  Not all of them make it back from the supply runs. A large insectile creature called night-crawlers prey upon the prisoners.

  Knowing that fact, I strap myself in my warbird and engage warp speed when I’m far away enough from Xarth. I do abide by the speed-limits in high traffic airspace.

  The stars blur past me, as I make my way to the prison moon. I don’t know where I’ll hide Loxtin after I rescue him. He’ll be a wanted fugitive. He abducted a human female from Earth and c
laimed she was his mate.

  He’s a fool.

  I’m his mate.

  I descend into the atmosphere of the small prison moon. I’m not surprised that I arrived at the same time as an enforcer’s ship. I see the massive ship’s belly open, crates lowered on chains. I see three beings approaching the crates. I ran a life-form scan. The scan confirms one of them is a Palaxian. And a human? The third I don’t even care about.

  What catches my attention is the enforcers ship appears to be having engine problems. The ship dips and dives. That’s convenient.

  Loxtin removes his fingers from his temples and the enforcers ship seems to suddenly be alright.

  Then it dawns on me.

  Loxtin has mating powers from his human. She truly is his mate. He’s able to interfere with the electrical components on the enforcers vessel.

  In that instant, I land my warbird on the sand and lower the ramp. Loxtin runs on the bridge, straps his human in a chair, and his friend straps himself into the seat behind her.

  Loxtin jumps into the chair next to me.

  “Looks like your human tried to rescue you and failed. At least one of us got it right.”

  “Don’t start your bullshit now, Jagg,” he growls at me.

  I maneuver the warbird out of the way of the enforcer’s ship, and I’m not surprised when they shoot at us.

  These aren’t warning shots.

  They are shooting to kill.

  I knew we might have to do this. I don’t have a choice.

  “Bring the weapons systems online,” I command Loxtin, as I maneuver the warbird in the precise location.

  “Weapons systems on board,” he confirms.

  “Lock on target,” I commanded.

  “It would be my pleasure,” Loxtin says, and presses the button to activate the missile. “We need to get out of here, fast!” he exclaims.

  “Engaging warp speed,” I warn, as the missile soars towards its intended target.

  The massive explosion was so intense, it shook the warbird. The explosive sound was deafening. But all in all, we are fine. We got away quick enough to avoid damage from shrapnel.

  I blew up a ship for Loxtin!

  Actually, it wasn't me specifically. However, I gave the command. It means I'm responsible.

  His human isn't happy about Loxtin blowing up the ship. She looks at us both with accusing eyes, like we were murderous monsters. I've never killed anyone who didn't deserve it.

  In this case, this was a ship full of droids. My scans confirmed there wasn't anything alive on that vessel.

  Looking on the bright side of her reactions; if she resents him so much for his actions, he would be mine again.

  “You just blew up that ship with people inside!” Amy snaps.

  I feel compelled to defend Loxtin. I know him better than anyone, this human included.

  “He didn’t kill anyone. There weren't any lifeforms on that ship. Its crew and commander were droids,” I retorted.

  She scowls, not understanding what was just said.

  “That means robots,” Loxtin explains.

  “Will you be in trouble?” She asks Loxtin.

  “No, darling,” he replies.

  “The worst case scenario for a punishment is a slap on the wrist from the intergalactic council and garnished wages. So, I'm not too concerned about it,” I say.

  Although, I don't know where to hide Loxtin. I know that I can't hide him forever. I’m quiet, as I try to formulate a plan. But Loxtin and his human mate aren’t so quiet. I burn with jealousy as my ex-lover Loxtin kisses his human female in front of me. He does this to taunt me. After everything I’ve done for him!

  This isn’t the first time I rescued him lately. I was the one who saved him when he was attacked by a swarm of Sirens. The horrible creatures would have eaten him alive, if it weren’t for me. I didn’t tell him sooner. Now I will. If it will redeem his love back.

  I just rescued him from the prison moon, and didn’t leave his human behind. I wanted to badly leave her.

  And this?

  This is how he repays me?

  The reason he ended up on the prison moon is because he abducted her.

  I clench my hands into fists at my sides.

  “You don’t know this. I was the one who saved you when you were attacked by Sirens.” He looks away from me, focusing his attention on his human. I take a breath. I’ve decided that I’m done saving Loxtin. I’ll always care about him. However, I’m not chasing after him any longer.

  “You look like shit. Why don’t you shower and clean up?” I say to Loxtin. It’s him I came for, him I care about.

  “Amy, you can clean up first,” Loxtin says, looking at me with a murderous glare. “There’s only one small shower.”

  We glower at each other, I turn away and face the window on the bridge. I’m so mad, I can’t look at him. It was stupid to think he’d want me back.

  He sent his mate to shower, and I offered the shower to him first. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him. I don’t understand his reactions.

  His human female comes back, and Loxtin goes to shower.

  “Thanks for rescuing me,” she says sweetly.

  It makes me bitter.

  She is a nice human.

  But she has something I want.

  “I didn’t come to rescue you,” I growl in distaste.

  “Don’t be rude to my mate, or I’ll kick your ass,” Loxtin says, storming onto the bridge. I don’t want to fight him. He was my lover first.

  I have nothing to say to him, as I stare out the window. I’m seeing red, so it just might be my burning temper. I know it’s just a saying. But I am literally seeing red!

  I see a red blip in the distance among the stars. I keep looking and squinting. I blink a few times, to make sure.

  It comes into view—a slave-ship. Just by the looks of it, I know what kind of vessel this is. I run a long range scan just to be sure. Slave-ships are always red because they are rusted. They are dilapidated vessels. The worst of any known ships, if you could call them that.

  Loxtin stands near me, curious about what I’m doing with a radar screen.

  “Do you see that?” I ask, pointing out the window. “That looks like a slave-ship.”

  “That excuse for a ship is merely held together by nuts and bolts,” Loxtin says.

  He’s right, and only confirms my fears. It’s just him and I, and his human female. And the friend he helped escape. I came alone, to rescue Loxtin. I don’t have a crew of warriors for a large rescue operation. But that doesn’t matter. I won’t leave them behind.

  “Let’s follow the ship. If its indeed a slave-ship, we can’t leave them behind,” I say.

  I want to make sure that’s indeed what this is. For all we know, they already sold their last cargo haul. I shudder at the thought. If we were too late…

  Now that the Palaxians have a human princess, their species has created a spectacle throughout the universe. A previous species thought to be barbarians and unintelligent. Brittany the human princess has proved us all wrong. Along with the other human females on Xarth. There aren’t many human females; only five or six, if I remember correctly. But their presence hasn’t gone unnoticed. That fact has brought flesh-peddlers.

  Raven, Bjarke’s mate, was found in an archaic healing pod on a ship just like this. There is a good chance there could be human females onboard that slave-ship.

  The prison moon isn’t far from my home planet Xarth. And both the prison moon and Xarth aren’t far from Earth. That fact makes me incredibly worried.

  Loxtin takes his human to rest in the barracks. He comes back, as I continually run life-form scans.

  “We’re still too far away to detect any lifeforms. I’ll need to get closer,” I say, in annoyance, typing on my holographic screen. I know I’m too far away. I’m not even picking up what species the crew are. I approach the manual controls; enable them, and point the warbird in that direction.

  I was completely lost in thought when Loxtin’s human came back.

  “Finding our hideout?” Amy asks.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” Loxtin says.

  Luckily for them, my jealousy has been eradicated with my concentration with the task at hand. At the present moment, I have other things I need to worry about.

  And that’s when I see it pop-up on my holographic screen. I’m finally close enough to get an accurate reading on the life-form scans.