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  Married to the Alien Admiral

  Renascence Alliance Series Book 1

  Alma Nilsson

  Married to the Alien Admiral, Renascence Alliance Series Book 1 © 2019 by Alma Nilsson. All Rights Reserved.

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  Cover designed by Alma Nilsson, photo ID 48152681© Yuriyzhuravov- Dreamstime.com

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Printed in the United States of America

  First Printing: January 2019

  ISBN-10: 1795448946

  ISBN-13: 978-1795448949

  War

  Admiral Tir of the Alliance Alpha Warship Refa looked across the virtual projection of the battle they were currently engaged in with the Jahay. He took a moment to collect his thoughts and then said to his first officer, “Save the humans. It’d be such a waste to let the women die given the Empire’s current circumstances.”

  Captain Zan nodded and began giving orders to bring the small human starship Dakota into one of their docking bays. He instructed some guards and medics to attend to them.

  Admiral Tir stopped him, “Don’t waste our resources on the men, heal only the women, let the men die if they are going to die. Then put them into the brig. We’ll send the women back to the Capital Planet on the next supply ship.” The Alliance was the largest and most advanced civilization in the galaxy, but they were suffering from a demographics imbalance and desperately needed genetically compatible women. Unfortunately for the women on the human starship Dakota, the only other compatible women in the galaxy were human.

  After the battle was over and won, and Admiral Tir had finished all the necessary reports, he decided to check in on his human prisoners. As he walked through his ship’s corridors, he tried to remember what he knew about humans. They were a beautiful species, but foolish. They were known to spend most of their time on frivolous activities, they seemed to want to make everything around them beautiful and had a strange obsession with their planet’s wildlife. As a consequence of humanity’s strange obsession with beauty and fun, the Galaxy Court, GC, voted Earth as the best party planet in the galaxy every year. This award, by Alliance standards, was nothing to be proud of.

  Tir had never been to Earth or met a human woman before. He had had the pleasure of meeting some unimpressive human men though. But he expected human women to be like Alliance women, strong and independent. Like men, but smaller in stature. And instead of having grey skin and black hair, they would be different colors.

  Tir was thinking about the Dakota’s captain then. He suspected that she was going to be angry with him for not destroying them in battle. He was not wholly unfamiliar with the Dakota as its captain had lured many Alliance supply ships into danger and even managed to destroy a couple during this war with the Jahay. It was an impressive feat given that the Dakota was a completely inferior ship, but one thing everyone in the galaxy could agree on was that humans excelled at stealth. And they cleverly used their reputation for being an inferior technological species as an advantage. So when Tir entered the brig holding the humans, he expected their captain to be clever, fierce, and furious at him for taking them in such a way.

  And to make matters worse, he was now going to take away her life as a captain as well, but it could not be helped. Tir needed to do this for the Empire, and he had decided that there would be no better women to begin integration with than women who already lived by strict routines in the human fleet. He judged them to be stronger than regular human women and would stand a better chance at being forced into Alliance life, which was not for the faint-hearted. Rarely were off-worlders granted permission to live on any of the Alliance homeworlds, this was two-fold, first, Alliance culture and society was strictly maintained by religious codes that everyone, believers and non-believers alike had to observe and second, many off-worlders did not feel comfortable living in a society where most people made their own justice. There was not an official system for dealing with personal disputes, as such duels were fought between two individuals to the death. And the frequency of these duels were too high for most other people in the galaxy who were not Alliance citizens to want to live there, despite the lucrative opportunities life the Alliance Empire would bring.

  Tir walked into the Refa’s small brig. They rarely took prisoners, and Tir had only been in this room a few times before. When he entered, the three guards bowed to him as was the Alliance custom. He acknowledged them with his hand and then silently looked over the humans. He was looking for their captain, but they all looked so disheveled he had a difficult time telling them apart and making out the officers. He hated that humans did not identify their ranks with clearly marked jewelry as they did, it just made life so much easier to always know who you were talking to. He loathed having to ask, “Which one of you,” he addressed the women who were being held in a separate cell from the men, “is Captain Kara Rainer?”

  All the women looked up and then a beautiful, dark-skinned woman rose, moved forward to the edge of the forcefield and answered him, “She isn’t with us. Maybe you had her killed already?”

  Tir ignored the anger in the woman’s voice. He deserved it. They deserved to die in battle. “Human woman, you’ve been spared by the gods who have a better fate in store for you. Rest.” Then Tir turned and went directly to his ship’s sickbay without another word to the humans.

  As Tir entered sickbay, a wave of human odor overtook him. In the brig, their smell had been contained by the forcefields holding them, but here he could smell them. It was the smell of the unwashed bodies and Tir wondered if humans had washing facilities on their ships or if humans were just smelly creatures. He walked through the different colored humans in varying states of health being treated on multiple medical beds. He was annoyed to see some human men there given that he had given explicit orders to let them die, but he knew his doctor had a soft heart and if he had the time, he would heal them all. Tir singled out his chief medical officer, Doctor Siu.

  “Is their captain here?”

  Doctor Siu pointed to a medical bed in the very back of sickbay, “She’s there. Red uniform. She hit her head. Don’t be alarmed. It looks worse than it is.”

  Tir wondered why Doctor Siu had not sent her to the brig then, but he did not want to question his doctor now. But he strongly felt that humans were able to get away with so much because people always were underestimating them. Tir didn’t like that their captain was just lying unguarded in his sickbay. She had been a menace to the Alliance’s supply ships during this war and even in direct battle, when she should have been hiding with her little ship, she showed superior strategical skills and bravery. Tir was impressed but also at the same time, concerned who knew what this human captain was capable of unguarded on his ship.

  Admiral Tir moved through the medics working and stood over this little human with short brown hair matted with blood. He could see from the computer readout above her medic bed that she was not asleep but just had closed her eyes. “Captain Rainer, I’m Admiral Tir of the Alliance Empire. You and your crew are my prisoners.” Tir had to admit, she didn’t look dangerous, she looked wildly attractive actually and then he reminded hi
mself, This is how humans fool everyone, with their adorable colors.

  Kara opened her eyes and was stunned to see a good-looking, grey-skinned Alliance man with long black hair, the kind of hair people only wished they had, straight and impressively thick. He also had striking green eyes that were looking down at her inquisitively. She never thought about Alliance people being anything but a mute grey color. Racist humans often referred to them as zombies. But this man was far from being a zombie or muted in appearance, he was extraordinary, he smelled of petrichor and something else pleasant and his voice so deep, she could not help but feel an instant attraction to him. She had imagined all the insults she was going to give to the commander who took them prisoner but now in this moment all she could say was, “I’d say thank you for saving us, for the moment anyway, I didn’t think the Alliance took prisoners, Admiral.” Kara reckoned it must be her head injury making her civil.

  Little did she know that the Alliance gods were now at play and were manipulating both her and Tir’s conversation and thoughts. The Alliance gods had big plans for Kara and Tir.

  “We’re making an exception for the captain who was brave enough to disrupt our supply lines with an entirely inferior ship,” Tir lied. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t have the heart to tell her what her true fate would be yet.

  Kara smiled devilishly, “I’m glad that I made an impression.” Human ships were nothing in the galaxy. When the Jahay had forced humans to join this war against the Alliance, she knew they would probably die, but she would not go down without a fight. So she had regularly used guerrilla warfare against her ally's orders because she refused to be used as fodder on the front lines. However, in all her scenarios of how this war would end for them, she had never imagined being taken prisoner. So now she was intrigued, wondering what Admiral Tir wanted from them. She was trying to read his face as he stood over her. Their eyes were locked, but his green eyes revealed nothing, and before she could ask him a question, he was gone after a small electrifying and comforting touch from his steady hand. How long has it been since I have been with a man now I’m finding the grey guys attractive? she questioned herself and closed her eyes again. She was trying to rest and figure out why the Alliance would go through the trouble of taking them prisoner.

  Tir gently touched her shoulder before he walked away without another word. This little human had entranced him with her sweet scent and beautiful brown eyes, the color of eyes only humans possessed. He needed to shake off her spell, but as he walked away, he found it challenging to get the image of her face out of his mind. He immediately tasked some guards to keep an eye on her, this woman had a power to her and he didn’t want to take any chances.

  Tir could not stop thinking about Captain Rainer and so after the evening meal, he had his guards bring her to him in his conference room so he could talk to her privately. When she entered, he was intoxicated by her scent again, and although she looked tired and dirty, he still found her very attractive. Tir was fascinated by her, the way she moved, very differently to Alliance women. He couldn’t help but stare at her golden skin and her pink lips. Her red uniform was tight and showed off all her curves. It had a zipper down the front and all he wanted to do in that first minute of looking at her was to unzip it slowly to reveal her naked curves and check where else she may be pink on her body. Where has your mind gone? he questioned himself, momentarily wondering if she was wearing a kind of pheromone enhancer. Focus on the task at hand; he reminded himself. But he knew it would be a struggle, he had never had an immediate attraction to a woman like this before.

  Kara was struck again with how handsome, strong and tall Admiral Tir was, well over two meters. She had not realized before, as everyone looks tall when you are lying down. And Kara suddenly longed to run her fingers through his endless black hair, which he wore down, different than most of the other Alliance men who seemed to wear theirs in different braided styles, she wondered if it was because he was the Admiral. Kara was also fascinated by all his ranking jewelry; she knew Alliance people wore this as proof of their status in the military and society. Then her eyes rested on his exquisite short sword, and she was reminded of her position here as his prisoner, and she frowned. Her brown eyes met his green ones, “Is this the first time you have ever seen a human in the flesh, Admiral?” She could not keep the amusement from her tone because he was drinking in her appearance like a dehydrated man in the desert who’d just found an oasis.

  Admiral Tir dismissed the guards and then said to Captain Rainer, “Yes, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen a human woman and you don’t disappoint. Humans are rumored to be the most beautiful species in the galaxy and I can’t say that I agreed with that when I met human men, but you certainly live up to that expectation. Excuse my inappropriate behavior. Please take a seat.” I’m making a fool of myself, he thought. After a minute of them just looking at each other he spoke, “I’m going to send half of your crew back to Earth as long as the half I send back promise not participate in this war anymore.”

  “Only half?”

  “The other half will be sent to the Alliance Empire,” he was watching her reaction. He wondered if the rumors about the Alliance’s demographic problems had reached human ears yet.

  Kara was trying to figure out why he would not send them all home, “What could you possibly want with only half of us? What value do any human prisoners actually have for the mighty Alliance Empire? Are you going to keep us in a zoo like pets?” It wasn’t uncommon for human women to be abducted and kept as pets around the galaxy. The Galaxy Court forbid such practices, but it was only recently that they began implementing punishments for the abduction of humans.

  “You misunderstand me Captain, human women are now considered to be Alliance citizens, as order of the High Council Alliance date 4th day of the 28th week of the year 18903. So you see, it is our responsibility, my responsibility in this instance, to keep you and the rest of your female crew safe. You’ll be sent to the Capital Planet.” A second after he said the last sentence, he felt that this was wrong. She would not be sent to the Capital Planet, he would keep her with him. He couldn’t let her go.

  Kara looked at him in disbelief, “Admiral, I believe there's been a mistake. We’re human and nothing more. We certainly aren’t Alliance citizens.” She was rarely caught off guard, but this was completely unexpected. Alliance people were some of the most xenophobic aliens in the galaxy, and the idea that they would now allow human women to be considered Alliance citizens was unprecedented.

  “No Captain, you’re Alliance now and that comes before your humanity. Let me be the first congratulate you on your new status in the galaxy,” he purposely said it condescendingly as he was annoyed she was not pleased to be told she was an Alliance citizen. Tir, like most Alliance people, regarded his civilization as the best in everything and naturally assumed every person in the galaxy would jump at the chance to be a part of something as successful as the Alliance Empire.

  Kara didn’t know what to do with herself after hearing this, so she just went with her instincts and stood up quickly; she was furious and couldn’t just sit there and listen to him tell her this as if it was a good thing. Kara reached for where her gun would typically be and realized that she did not have it. Then she tried to make a move to run to the door.

  Tir had been ready for this and got up quickly and had his sword at her small throat in seconds. He had no intention of really hurting her but just wanted to prove a point, “Captain, your dying now won’t change the facts. Neither you nor I made this law, but it is the law, and human women are Alliance citizens. You and your female crew will be returning with me.” Tir was lying. He helped push this law through the High Council. He had not liked the idea proposed by many of the Alliance women of many men sharing one wife.

  “It sounds like you need me more than I need you, so I doubt you’ll kill me,” she said bitterly and tried to elbow him to get away, but it was futile, he just held her more tightly against his big st
rong body. Kara wanted to be repulsed by the action, but she was not and chastised herself, Maybe I should have tried unzipping my uniform as a bartering point?

  Tir forced her back down into the chair. Still holding her with his sword to her throat, he activated the chair’s restraints from the floor that brought up laser cuffs on her wrists and ankles. He then resumed his seat across from her. He watched her struggle and heard a tiny sizzle every time she tried to break from the lasers. He simply waited patiently for her to calm down all the while thinking about how she might be in bed as terrible as it was, he could not help himself. Holding her so close and breathing in her delicious scent had almost put him over the edge. His mind raced through different scenarios of foreplay. He figured that she would be feisty, and he had to admit to himself that he found that arousing. He wanted a woman to tame in the bedroom. As he looked at her, his mind went through these scenarios and he found it difficult to even remember what they were supposed to be talking about momentarily.

  “We will certainly not be returning with you,” Kara said defiantly.

  “If you are going to be difficult I can be difficult too. I can execute your male crew now and donate your ship to a museum? I’m doing you a favor, from one Alliance citizen to another, from one officer to another, by allowing your ship and male crew to go free.” He spoke to her casually, “But, the choice is yours.”

  “Human women would rather die than be sex slaves in the Alliance, Admiral. If you do try and take us by force, we will not go easily, and we’ll certainly not last long in captivity. Why not just let us all go? Why this farce of human women being Alliance citizens?”

  “Captain, we aren’t savages. You and your female crew will be Alliance wives. This is an opportunity for you all to have better lives than you’d have ever had on Earth. This is a gift. You should be thanking me.”