Free Alpha Alien: Mated by Flora Dare

Alpha Alien: Mated
    I was sprawled on the floor as the door slid shut. I couldn't move and had to lie there in a heap. I was losing the fight against unconsciousness when air moved by me and I heard a soft swish.
     
    A curtain of filmy green fabric filled my vision and a gentle female voice said "Oh dear, I'm sorry. My brother can be very reactive. Close your eyes, I'll keep you safe."
     
    I wanted to fight my way back into the light, but her voice made me feel safe, like I could trust her. I finally allowed my eyes to close and, as the darkness claimed me, thought, Well, at least I was right about it being male .
     
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    I couldn't tell how long I'd been unconscious, but it was a mirror of waking up in the desert.
     
    My mind was a blur of confusion. I couldn’t tell where I was and I couldn’t remember how I had gotten here. Instead of the expected sand under my cheek, it was soft leather. My eyes fluttered open and panic blazed through me, until I remembered shooting up Frank’s truck, and the angriest, sexiest alien carrying me onto his ship and abandoning me in a terrified lump on the floor.
     
    I sat up gingerly, my stomach had been shaky enough before I was shot full of whatever that alien shit was that knocked me out. My eyes felt full of glass shards and my tongue was a million sizes too big. But I was pretty sure I wasn't going to barf. I decided to count that as a win.
     
    I looked around the room I was in. I was resting on a low padded bench with a soft, thick blanket tucked around me. If it had been thinner, I would have sworn it was silk.
     
    The spacious room was draped in rich fabrics, all glorious jewel tones. I mused that the colors would make the bronze alien god look absolutely incredible.
     
    There were other various pieces of furniture around and they all looked comfortable for lounging.
     
    The fabric on one wall parted and a female version of the creature who abducted me stepped through. It seemed like she was smiling so I went with it and weakly waved at her. I had to hope she was friendly or at least not actively trying to kill me.
     
    She brought in a tray with food, a decanter and glasses. She put the tray next to me, then extended a glass full of something to me. I tried to remember my manners. "Thank you, I'm very thirsty."
     
    "This is called vitae,” she said. “It should refresh you after your ordeal."
     
    I took a sip and sparkles exploded on my tongue. It was like nothing I'd ever had before.
     
    "Whoa, this is amazing!" I took a few more greedy gulps and it slaked my thirst. Paranoia took hold of me and I panicked, blurting out, "Oh my God, are you going to knock me out again? Is this going to hurt me?"
     
    She held out her hands and shook her head, looking distressed. "No, not at all. It's not intoxicating and is safe for humans. It will help rejuvenate you."
     
    I hesitated and she sat down next to me. "I know this has to be very frightening and disorienting for you." She made a gesture and the tray moved to be between us. She poured a second glass from the same decanter and took a hearty drink.
     
    It could have all been an elaborate trick to get me to trust her, but I needed another drink more than anything so I polished off the glass.
     
    As the last bit of the drink slipped down my throat, it dawned on me that the freaking tray was just floating between us. I'm so not in Kansas anymore. I rubbed my head and tried to come to grips with the fact that I was on an alien ship that had obedient floating trays.
     
    Maybe I was still hallucinating. I was still lying in the desert, tripping my gourd off. None of this was real. I wasn't sitting cheek and jowl with a sort of reptilian woman.
     
    Before I got too far into my own head, the woman reached out and tore open one of the loaves that were on the floating tray in front of us.
     
    She handed me the still-warm food. I took a hearty sniff - it smelled just like bread. It looked just like bread.
     
    She