The Alien King Takes His Omega
Contents
Title Page
Copyright
For You
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
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THE ALIEN KING TAKES HIS OMEGA
by Tabatha Austin
THE ALIEN KING TAKES HIS OMEGA
Tabatha Austin
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Chapter One
EARTH
PETER
My Pa’s voice drew out under the hot Tennessee sun. “Still ain’t sure if they invaded.” A mustache as snow-white as his messy mop of hair twitched as he thought aloud.
His thin leathery hand gripped the side of the wooden fence. He looked out to the white and black cows munching on the lush grassy field. Decades of working the farm under the searing humid Tennessee sky darkened his skin. If not into leather – at least into something close to it.
Well… it’s either tanned from the sun or black from the coal mines.
Beyond the unsold cattle were two useless red barns. If we were lucky, we would’ve sold grain like Nate’s dad but hardly anyone’s buying meat these days. They used to be profit. Now they were expensive pets. My nose wrinkled at the pungent early smell. Stinky ones too.
I don’t think he expected an answer, so I gave none. Men spoke and didn’t need confirmation. Just the way it was around here. His statement was typical here and around the world. For decades we wondered what aliens would be like. The drive-in theater had them as slimy invaders or cute and cuddly creatures.
Over six foot of muscle warrior with tattooed flecks over their chest and shoulders isn’t cute. That ain’t the Volardi. Well… I suppose the women think so. Maybe the queers.
The Volardi could have taken over the planet and perhaps they did.
The military fought them – even if our extraterrestrial visitors did nothing threatening. Well, their white-crystal ships appeared over several major cities. Then they hovered there… for days. Maybe it was a show of force. Could be it took a while to learn our language. Nobody knew.
Most governments tried talking to them. Others made demands to silent visitors. Meanwhile, television and the internet were full of speculation. Every day was more time to study our planet and figure out our weaknesses some said. Russia got fed up and launched a missile. Seemed awfully stupid. If it worked, you had a mile of white crystal raining down on a city and the people under it.
And you started an intergalactic war.
I remembered the missile dissolving into grey dust and blowing away in the wind.
Eventually, the ships opened, and we got our first look at aliens. Figured they had pointed ears, or be some blob with tentacles but no… they were human – sorta. Taller and wider than most men. Purple eyes and spotted skin stretched over hard muscle. So much, they’d put our bodybuilders to shame.
In instinct, I flexed my arm and saw a hint of the bicep. It was a man’s arm… technically. My sis, Becky teased she was stronger than me.
Yeah, well… she got lucky during those fights. Also helps her that she’s taller.
Wish I had my Pa’s height. Instead, I got the same messy mop of hair as my Ma used to say. Although mine is still brown. Beyond that, I take after my Ma more. Folks say I look like her especially around the cheekbones.
Maybe it’s because we had the same height?
My Pa’s drawn-out voice took me out my daydream. “I’d leave all this to you Peter, but…”
I nodded. Not much more needed saying. Thanks to the Volardi, you didn’t need real meat. They had these crystal boxes that could make most items. No weapons of course or high-end stuff.
If you didn’t exceed the monthly allowance, most material needs were met. You could have a ready to eat hamburger, a bottle of Jack, or a new set of clothes. I suppose it kept people from getting too hungry or miserable if you couldn’t find work.
It didn’t pay rent, property taxes, college, medical bills, and a hundred other things you still owed.
“Thought they’d solve our problems,” I said.
My Pa laughed, but it sounded hollow as he looked down into my eyes. “Let me give you some truth son. When good things happen, they reach us poor people last.” He coughed, and each follow-up hack was louder. My lips thinned. He wasn’t old, but the coughs were longer and louder than before. Years of farm work, side jobs in the coal mines, and cigarettes weren’t a good combination.
I took a step toward our house and waited. He was the man of the house and I couldn’t disrespect him by telling him what to do – even if it was subtle. I tried to teach my sister that lesson.
Pa finished his coughing fit before he nodded. His voice was raspy when he spoke. “Let’s get to the house boy. See if your sister’s gotten dinner ready for us.”
I’ll believe it when I see it.
***
I yelled, “Where’s dinner?”
My sister Becky folded her arms and leaned back into the kitchen sink. Her boobs rose and added to an already trashy look. They were big but not porn star huge. Enough to entice the guys. She tied the blouse above a belly button ring. It was a way to get back. It had to be. Pa didn’t care for it and mentioned plenty of times how Ma wouldn’t put up with it.
Her hair was pulled back and gave her round face a severity that didn’t look good on a seventeen-year-old. Judging from the heavy brown eye shadow and pink lipstick she was about to go somewhere.
A date with Nate. Ugh.
Becky raised her sharply arched eyebrows and her eyes bugged out as she spoke. “Because there’s no need for it.” She pointed out and by proxy to the garage. “We have a box. Let’s use it.”
Pa slammed his fist down on the thick dining table and then winced. “I’ll not bring that alien shi... stuff into this house.” His cheeks puffed out while he collected his thoughts. “It’s their way to get you dependent on them. ‘Sides... every woman should know how to cook.”
“And every man,” said Becky.
“Here we go again,” I said.
“Because it’s true,” she said. “There’s no reason you can’t cook something yourself, Peter.”
My Pa’s voice was quiet. “Becky. Your Ma cooked and cleaned. As did the women before her.”
“But it’s different now–”
He held up a hand.
I kept most of the smile from my face.
“I’ll not have a daughter of mine not know how to cook or clean. ‘Sides... it’s time for you to think about settling down. You’re getting to that age.”
“I’m only–”
“Less than a year from being an adult. Your Ma got married at eighteen.”
Becky pointed at me. “What about Peter? He’s older.”
Pa and I spoke in unison. “It’s different for men.”
Her hands balled into fists. “Augh...”
“Our shelf life is better,” I said. “Men age like a fine wine. Women get old.”
“And what would you know about being a man… runt?”
Pa’s voice was quiet. “Enough. I won’t be here forever. Rebecca Lynn, you need to think about finding someone. That gentleman friend of yours. His father’s well off. You could do well to marry...”
“Nate’s an asshole.”
“Language young lady.”
“Yeah, Becky. Language.” I said with a smile. “Learn how to act like a lady.”
My Pa’s shoulders rose, but he said nothing to me. “If you don’t like him, then why are you two dating?”
Her lips pressed together. “He’s just someone to date.”
“And to give you things,” I said. “Did he give you that necklace because you two–”
“Shut up!”
Pa let out a long, shrill whistle, and we both stopped. “Becky. Food on the table in thirty. As for you boy, let her be. I’ll be in my room.”
He got up with a groan I heard more often before he shambled out of the kitchen. Once I didn’t hear the shuffled slides on the wooden floor I spoke. “I hope you’re happy. He’s sick and you’re riling him up.”
Her teeth clenched. “Me? You’re the one talking about how I’m...”
“Fucking Nate?” I asked.
She punched me in the arm and I winced.
“That’s none of your business.”
“But you are,” I took a step back near the door. “Why else would he be with you? You’re an easy–”
I ducked the thrown wooden spoon and stepped out of the room while the woman made a meal for the men... as was proper.
***
My steps were slow as I walked down the hallway to my room. I knew when to stop teasing, but what I said earlier was true. Nate was an asshole, but he had money. Even in a world with alien technology that still meant something. He dated her because she put out. That’s how she got her jewelry. I suppose she could use the box for duplicates, but Pa would get angry if she used it.
He’d have a fit if he knew his daughter wasn’t pure.
She looked like a whore, but decorated with money. If she could well… grab him permanently, we’d be set. Normally I’d follow the Bro code and pick him over Becky, but Nate was just... so Nate. Tall, thick muscles, and always driving that red, hover Corvette down the dusty country road.
Privileged asshole.
I wasn’t a fan of a girl trapping a guy, but a married Becky could make my life easier.
I frowned at the thought of being dependent on her.
No, it wouldn’t be that... but since I’m her brother, I’d be around the business movers and shakers. Some of that money would land on me. Of course, he’d have to marry her. Ain’t no way he’d settle without–”
A familiar, muffled cough yanked me out of my daydream. I turned my head toward my parent’s room and the closed wooden door with chipped paint. Although I suppose now, it was just Pa’s room. His raspy voice drew out.
“I need more time. Please. You got to give me that at least.”
My eyebrows rose as I gently leaned an ear against the door. The voice was quiet and raspy, but I got the tail end. “Nobody’s buying cattle. Yeah, but we can work out something...” It was several more seconds before he continued. As usual he coughed more. “You can’t take it. You know there’s no way I can come up with...” There was more conversation, but I couldn’t hear no matter how hard I pressed against the door.
I stepped away quickly from the door in case he was near. Without thinking, I found myself back in the kitchen. Becky raised a wooden spoon and then lowered it. Her face softened as she saw me. “What happened?”
It took less than a minute to repeat what I heard and my speculation.
“Shit. The farm? It’s been in our family forever. It wouldn’t be so bad if he used that box,” she said.
“He’s got pride.”
“Fool’s pride, you mean.”
I shook my head. “You don’t understand. You can’t be a man and be dependent. ‘Sides that wouldn’t make a dent.”
“How much is it?”
“I don’t know. I couldn’t hear through the door.”
“Then, I’ll speak louder next time,” my Pa said. I turned to the kitchen entrance. “If I were feeling better, I’d tan your hide for listening.” He entered, then paced back and forth before continuing, “What does it matter? Suppose it’s best you know so you can prepare. Bank’s taking the farm in ninety days. Thirty-Three thousand, four hundred dollars, and nine-two cents.” He blinked once. “That’s what you didn’t hear through the door.”
He breathed in deep. Chest muscles bigger than mine pushed against his flannel top. “Five generations and I’m the one that lost it.”
That wasn’t true. The farm was okay until the Volardi arrived. Pa had the rotten luck of selling cattle in a bad market. Folks were still buying from farms, like grain. It was cheap enough and folks like Nate’s dad promoted it as ‘All Natural’. Pa just wasn’t a marketer.
His fingers tapped the side of his jeans. “We’ll talk later.” He jerked his head toward the stove sizzling with a thick hamburger in a black cast-iron skillet. “Don’t worry about dinner. I lost my appetite… like the farm.”
We watched him shuffle off again.
Becky whispered fast once he was far away. “We wouldn’t be in this situation if you got a job. You’re nineteen.”
“I can’t make that much in the coal mines. What about you?”
She jerked her head back. “Me? I’m not an adult. What can I do?”
The words came out without thought. “Marry Nate.”
“What? The guy’s an asshole.”
“A rich one.”
“Yeah, and he’ll move on when he’s tired. For now…”
“… you’ll fuck him and get what you want.”
She held up a fist, and I backed up. Even if she was a girl, she was stronger than me.
I took two more steps away for the next part. “He’d marry you if you… you know…” My hands went out and I mimed a pregnancy belly.
Her eyes widened and face reddened. “I’m not getting pregnant, so you can stay and leach off Pa or Nate’s dad.”
I stiffened as I waited for a hit or a spoon. Instead, she strolled past me – although she shoved my shoulder. “Hamburger’s yours.” She turned. “Finishing getting ready for my date tonight.” Her voice curled into a smile. “And I will be fucking Nate… but we’re using protection. Lots and lots of protection…”
With that she turned, and the hamburger sizzled behind me.
I stood there while I thought lingered in my head amid the grease pops. Instead of denying it, I let it in.
What if you weren’t using protection?
***
Chapter Two
The Ocean Planet of Augo
MATROS
Deeper. Down into the black.
I dove into the murky underwater canyons near my island castle. A long trail of bubbles pointed a downward path to my regular seclusion spot. It wasn’t an escape from my duties. I’m king, not a coward. This was a momentary spot of reflection. A time to think and ponder upon my duties so I might make the best decision.