Alien Charmer (Zerconian Warriors Book 14) Read online

  Alien Charmer

  Sadie Carter

  Sadie Carter

  Alien Charmer

  © 2019, Sadie Carter

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  Contents

  Books by Sadie Carter

  Let’s Keep in Touch

  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

  Excerpt from Nax

  Excerpt from A Fairy Godmother Gone Bad

  Books by Sadie Carter

  Zerconian Warriors Series

  Alien Warrior

  Alien Lover

  Alien Mate

  Sweet Alien Savage

  Alien Savior

  Alien Morsels

  Alien Mine

  All I Want for Christmas is my Alien

  Alien Sacrifice

  An Alien to Die For

  Alien Commander

  A Christmas Most Alien

  Alien Explosions

  Alien Retribution

  Alien Charmer

  Joyadan Mates

  Rye

  Sky Warriors

  Marcun

  Sacaren

  Nax

  Other

  Fairy Godmother Gone Bad

  Let’s Keep in Touch

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  1

  He loved all women.

  Any shape or size. Tall, short, soft and curvy, thin and muscular. Old. Young. He didn’t care. He adored them all.

  “I miss the human females,” Safan said mournfully before taking a sip of the truly awful brew the Guerans called Vokka. “I wish they did not have to return to Earth.”

  “But none of them were your mate,” Alek pointed out. “Why would you miss them?”

  “They do not have to be my mate for me to enjoy their company.”

  Que and Alek gave him looks of disbelief. Matrix did not look up from his plate of food. It would take more than this conversation to interrupt Matrix while he was eating.

  Alek grimaced after taking a sip of his drink. “This tastes like dirt mixed with Flooga poop.”

  “This place is almost as bad as attending one of those group meetings with the human females,” Que told him, giving the drinking establishment the four of them were sitting in a disgusted look. “Although not as loud.”

  “How would you know?” Safan asked. “You did not attend any of them.”

  The humans called them mixers. Where Zerconian males and human females would come together to socialize. Mostly the Zerconians were there to discover if any of the females were their mates. The one person who could complete them.

  “I went to one. It was enough.” Que leaned back in the booth. “I suppose I must take a mate eventually. It is a necessary evil.”

  “The human females are not evil,” Safan protested.

  “I did not mean it that way. But having a human mate will be an inconvenience, at least until I make my expectations of her behavior clear.”

  “Your expectations?” Safan asked with some amusement. “What might they be?”

  Que shrugged his massive shoulders. “That she should obey me. She will not argue with me. She will not leave our home without an escort. She will not make a lot of noise.”

  “Perhaps you should make it a rule that she does not speak unless spoken to,” Safan said sarcastically.

  “That idea does have merit.” Que rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

  Safan groaned. There was no hope for some of his fellow warriors.

  Alek looked around the dark, seedy bar. “This was not a wise decision. Why did we not just drink on the ship?”

  Sometimes he forgot how anti-social his race was. Their planet had been closed off for many years. They had become very insular. And untrusting.

  The good thing about discovering that Zerconian males could mate with human females was that it meant that his people were interacting more with other races.

  The bad thing was they weren’t very good at it.

  Safan was different. He had spent many years living away from Zerconia on Moran, where his father had been an ambassador. Sometimes he felt like a parent trying to teach stubborn children to embrace new experiences, which rather amused him. Not that he would tell them this. Most of them did not possess a sense of humor.

  “Because it is good to interact with other races,” he explained.

  Que and Alek turned to give him looks of disbelief. Matrix just kept eating.

  “Why?” Alek asked.

  Right. Why?

  “Because you can meet people. Make new friends.”

  “I have no need for more friends,” Alek told him arrogantly. “I have my fellow warriors. That is all I need.”

  The four of them were part of an escort for a human transporter carrying a group of females back to Earth. They had been on one of three Zerconian ships. The other two ships were on their way back to Zerconia, but their ship had to make an unscheduled stop here on Gueran to fix a broken sensor. They had originally hoped to accompany the human transporter all the way, and remain on Earth for a visit. But there had been some troubles on Earth and Rich, the Head-Councilor, thought it best they stay away.

  “Relax. It would not hurt you to have new experiences. You might even enjoy yourselves.”

  “I would not call this enjoyable,” Que growled.

  “And what do you enjoy?” Safan asked.

  “Training,” Que replied. “Teaching those less skilled than I how to fight. Commanding a team. Serving my Emperor. That is what I enjoy.”

  Alek and Matrix nodded.

  He looked around the bar. Perhaps he could find someone more interesting to talk with. Specifically of the female variety.

  “I wonder how soon another group of human females will visit? Things are more interesting with them around.”

  “You certainly spent a lot of time with them,” Alek said, an almost bitter note to his voice.

  “All of them,” Que added.

  Safan took a sip of the brew barely managing not to grimace. “You sound jealous. You could have tried speaking to the human females yourselves.”

  “We wish to find our mates one day,” Alek said defensively.

  “Hard to find your mate when you will not even get near them.”

  “I tried. I asked each if they would allow me to touch them. Many gave me strange looks,” Matrix explained. He’d finished eating.

  He bit back an impatient sigh. Younglings. So stupid.

  “Which is precisely why Mila has run courses explaining how to interact with human females. Did you learn nothing from them?”


  “I thought it would expediate matters if I touched them and learned they were not my mate, then I could move on,” Matrix explained.

  “And how do you think that would make them feel?”

  The other warriors stared at him for a long moment.

  “What do you mean?” Alek asked.

  “I mean, how do you think the female would feel having you touch her then walk away?”

  “If she is not my mate then why would I remain?” Matrix frowned.

  “Because by leaving you make her feel used.”

  Matrix’s mouth opened. Then closed.

  Was he finally getting them to understand?

  “But if they are not our mate, we would waste their time to stay and speak with them,” Alek pointed out, looking quite pleased with himself.

  Maybe not.

  “Human females are not raised to instantly know their mate. They do a thing called dating, did you learn of this?” Safan had attended every seminar on human females. He found them fascinating. Delicate things but not necessarily fragile. No, they could be very strong.

  “Yes. But what is the point of dating if they are not our mate?” Alek asked.

  Safan understood their point. He did. But he also understood why human females would be insulted at the idea of being touched then passed on.

  “It hurts their feelings—” he started to explain.

  Alek grimaced. Matrix appeared as though he wished to hurl.

  “Feelings, gah,” Alek commented.

  Que shook his head. “Since when did we start worrying about feelings? Only females speak of emotions. We are warriors. We should not concern ourselves with such nonsense.”

  The other two nodded.

  “Feelings are not a disease,” Safan pointed out. “I fear I am not explaining this well. But by touching them then walking on, you make the females feel rejected. As though they are not good enough. Beautiful enough. Smart enough. Strong enough.”

  “I had not thought of this,” Alek said thoughtfully.

  “But what would we do with them?” Matrix asked.

  “Speak to them. Listen to them.”

  Again they made faces like they were about to expel their stomachs. Of course, it could have something to do with the flooga-poop brew they were drinking.

  “I do not have time to sit and listen and talk,” Que said. “I have important warrior duties to attend to.”

  “We should return to the ship,” Matrix said. “Zillion may need our help.”

  Doubtful. The piece of equipment he’d broken wouldn’t take much to fix.

  He sighed. “Why don’t the three of you return to the ship? I need to use the facilities. I will meet you there.”

  Que gave him a look. “Make sure you return promptly. The sooner we are on our way the better.”

  He nodded.

  The others left. He supposed he did not blame them for being so eager to get off this planet. It was dirty and dark. He walked into the bathroom at the back of the building. He took care of business then washed his hands.

  “Listen, asshole, I don’t owe you fuck all.”

  He raised his eyebrows as a female voice drifted in through the open windows. He walked over to peer out, but they were too grubby to see through and would not open more than a few inches.

  “You owe me ten thousand credits,” a deep voice snarled.

  Safan felt a stirring of worry. Was he threatening the female?

  “I don’t owe you a thing, you son of a bitch,” the female snapped.

  Son of a bitch? He had heard the humans use that insult before. Was the female human? It would be unusual for a human female to be on Gueran. They did not tend to venture far from Earth unless they were in the military or traveling to Zerconia to see if they might be a Zerconian mate. Some traveled for a holiday, but Gueran would not be the planet of choice. It had a short number of daylight hours and the inhabitants who made this planet their home were rough and mercenary.

  So why would a human female be here? And one with a rather colorful vocabulary. She sounded angry, but also a little frightened.

  Well, if she was in trouble, he could do nothing else but offer his assistance.

  2

  “Listen, you creepy turd hammer,” Blue spat out. “I don’t owe you a fucking cent.”

  “You did not deliver the goods,” the Sargal snarled back. Well, she thought it was snarling. She wasn’t even sure if it was a he or she. Sargals all looked the same to her. Same ugly face, same disgustingly slimy, slug-like bodies. It stood at least two feet above her and was nearly three times her width at the widest point. It wore an armor plating over its belly. And it was staring at her like he thought she would make a good snack.

  Which was a problem.

  Because it had caught her when she was on her own. And while Blue was no slouch when it came to protecting herself, Sargal’s were damn hard to injure. Her only advantage was her speed. She knew she could easily outrun the giant raspberry.

  Only problem was he stood between her and her only exit.

  “We supplied you with exactly how much locka you asked for.” Those damn berries had been hellish to retrieve. The only planet where the berries grew was surrounded in an asteriod belt. If she wasn’t such a good pilot, they’d have been screwed.

  The planet itself had no gravitational pull so they’d had to purchase special suits to weight them down, then half her team had picked the damn berries, which grew on the prickliest bushes she’d ever encountered, while the rest of them kept watch for the locals, who tended to be rather protective of their locka berries.

  “Some of the berries were rotten.”

  She sighed. She could not believe she was having a conversation in a dark alley in Gueran about some rotten berries. Seriously?

  “It’s not my problem that some of the berries went rotten. When we handed them over, they were all good. My people checked them. And we picked you extra. You got yourself a bargain. So why don’t you just slide on back into whatever hole you crawled out from and we’ll pretend that we never even had this conversation.”

  And this is why she let Keely handle all the customer interactions. Because Keely was charming and sweet and everyone melted at her feet, tripping over each other to do what she wanted.

  Blue was basically the opposite. She was impatient and rude. And she couldn’t stand catering to some fat, entitled slug and his equally annoying horde of fat, entitled slugs.

  The Sargal let out a high, squealing noise. Okay, that probably wasn’t good. She forced herself to act unconcerned. She waved her hand in front of her face. Why hadn’t she brought Jack or Tane with her to collect the supplies they needed?

  Oh, because she was Blue Macay and she didn’t need any man to watch her back.

  Good way to get yourself killed.

  Well, she’d always figured she’d have a short life span. She just hadn’t imagined she’d end up a snack for a Sargal.

  “You ever heard of something called dental hygiene?”

  “I have heard that humans make a tasty little snack.” He licked his lips.

  “Wow. That’s original.” She rolled her eyes even though her heart was beating overtime. She would have sent an SOS to her team if the Sargal hadn’t broken her communicator when he’d dragged her in here.

  She could live with the dent to her pride from having to ask for help. She couldn’t live without her head.

  “Yes. Tasty little snack.”

  She forced herself to stand her ground as his beady little eyes zeroed in on her. What she really wanted to do was turn and run like hell. She pulled out her blaster.

  The Sargal laughed. Mother-fucker.

  “You think that tiny little blaster can hurt me? My skin is impenetrable to blaster fire. Do your worst. And when you are worn out, I will feast.”

  “You look as though you could do with missing a feast or two,” a deep voice drawled from behind the lizard.

  Who the hell was that? While the masculin
e voice spoke perfect standard, a language used by many races to facilitate trade, he had an odd sort of way of talking. Kind of formal.

  The Sargal hissed in outrage and slowly turned, letting her see the huge man standing at the entrance to the alley. Who was he? She couldn’t see his features, but she could tell was he was big. It was also possible he was a little stupid, seeing as he’d voluntarily walked into this alley. Alone.

  Was he here to help, though? Or lick her bones clean after the Sargal was done? Gueran was pretty much the sick predator capital of the universe.

  “Who are you?” the Sargal demanded.

  “My name is Safan.” He spoke easily, no hint of tension.

  “This is none of your business, Safan. You will leave.”

  “Certainly,” Safan replied.

  He was leaving? Panic unfurled in her stomach and she shoved it back. She didn’t need his help; she could get out of this situation on her own. Somehow.

  “But I will be taking the female with me.”

  She froze at his words. He wasn’t leaving her here on her own with the Sargal? That was unexpected.

  “The female is mine.”

  “No, I’m not,” she said hotly.

  “She is my possession.” The Sargal ignored her. He reached out for her and she stumbled back. Then forced herself to stop. Fuck.

  Never show fear, Blue.

  She damn well knew better than that.

  “She does not look as though she wishes to be your possession.” The behemoth’s voice had hardened. A shiver ran across her skin that had nothing to do with the cool night or her precarious situation and everything to do with that husky voice.

  Damn stupid time to get turned on, Blue.