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  Committed to the Alien

  Rebels of Sidyth

  Book Seven

  She can’t have him …

  … but she can’t leave him.

  Sabrina Kade

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  Copyright ©2019 by Sabrina Kade

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Contents

  WHAT’S HAPPENED SO FAR

  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 One

  The Rebels of Sidyth (and the)

  Human Females Who Tame Them

  AUTHOR’S NOTE

  DEDICATION

  Author Notes – Sabrina Kade

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  WHAT’S HAPPENED SO FAR

  Twenty human women have their reasons for selling their bodies to aliens for money, and no two stories are the same. It’s these twenty women who find themselves together on an assignment claiming to be different from the rest. Most alien races don’t bring in twenty women at once. Most aliens don’t say they’re looking for a Chosen mate or promise they can stay with them forever. The biggest difference? These aliens refuse to treat females as pets. And while plenty of the women are happy to carry the new title of equal, many believe their unique circumstances are too good to be true. After all, aliens aren’t kind to humans. And what little known history they have about their new buyers – the Sidyths – isn’t promising.

  Sidyths originate on Sidetha and are known throughout the galaxy for disrespecting women. They say they’re weak. They’re impulsive. They need to be tamed. And if females on their homeworld don’t measure up, they’re thrown into something referred to as “the hunt.” There are a few who know the true meaning of this word, but their lips are sealed.

  Luckily, Hethdiss isn’t their homeworld, and these Sidyths claim to be different from the rest.

  Exiled from home for refusing to follow Sidyth customs and sent to an out of the way world to fade into obscurity, their numbers are hard to guess, and their motivations are more opaque. And while some aliens claim they’re different, there are often homesick whisperings of the fatherland.

  The Sidyths are somewhat humanoid in appearance, but that’s where the similarities end. They’re seven feet tall, blue, covered in scales, and will freeze without the constant presence of sun rayers or heat. They have a surprising amount of comfort considering their exiled status, and the women have a former Sidyth royal, Prince Korben, to thank for that.

  Life is shockingly comfortable, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t expectations.

  Prince Korben didn’t order twenty human females to Hethdiss for fun. He wanted a mate. He wanted his most trusted brothers to find mates as well. He strives to create a utopia where males and females are treated equally. Most of Prince Korben’s brothers are thrilled at the idea of having a mate even if she is an alien, but most of the humans are not nearly as enthusiastic. Prince Korben promises the human females will be safe and welcome to stay if they’re happy on Hethdiss, but most women have worked far too long to take the promise of an alien seriously.

  Things are going well enough for the humans. Prince Korben has found a mate in Blythe, the busty, feisty de facto leader of the group, and the two of them now have their first daughter, Kyeth. There are several successful pairings – Azan and York, Hujun and Ellis, Layla and Dolan, Sloane and Exer and most recently, Phoebe and Drazal. The mates care for their females and time passes. There are now three babies, with two more on the way. Sometimes it’s too easy to forget that the Sidyths have entirely separate lives back on their home planet. The women don’t ask many questions about what goes on Sidetha, and while most males prefer to keep the past in the past, some can only think of what they’ve left behind.

  Glykoran not only had to leave his wife but a child on Sidetha. He also worries that one of the human females pays too much attention to him, but the distraction is pleasant, so he doesn’t argue. However, when news arrives that shakes him to the core, Glykoran realizes he needs his human friend more than ever.

  More time passes, and before long it’s been over a year since Glykoran lost everything – and his friend Celeste is still by his side. There’s a chance he may be able to love again but any positive feelings toward Celeste feel like a betrayal since he’s already had a mate and sprog once. Glykoran doesn’t see how it would be fair to take a second mate when so many of his brothers haven’t had a first.

  This is where Committed to the Alien begins.

  Prologue

  Celeste

  Rain was dumping from the lavender sky the day Glykoran lost everything.

  I suppose the weather isn’t a crucial fact. It’s always raining on Hethdiss, but on the day the news of his family was delivered, the atmosphere felt unusually dark and foreboding. Glykoran seemed utterly normal that morning when the Sidyth’s delivery ship landed. It wasn’t unusual for goods to be brought in because of Prince Korben’s connections, but the moment Glykoran saw the other Sidyth exit the ship, he felt something was wrong. His shoulders hunched, and his mouth pulled into a frown so deep I worried it would hit his cerulean ankles.

  I tried reaching out, but Glykoran stormed toward the unfamiliar Sidyth, practically jogging before they met. I saw the stranger’s mouth move, and the news couldn’t have been good. Glykoran’s entire posture changed. Hujun and Azan appeared by his side, probably more likely to help remove the goods from the ship, and Glykoran struck them both and sprinted back toward me.

  Ugh. No. That’s not right. He didn’t sprint for me. He raced at me because I stood at the opening of the central lair. I just so happened to be in the way of where he wanted to go. He paid me no mind as he rushed past, but I saw the tears on his usually stoic face. The news wasn’t good, but I had no idea just how bad it would turn out to be.

  How does one comfort a man who’s lost everything? How could I help and care for someone who didn’t even want to live anymore? How could I put together the pieces that seemed to evaporate in that one single run back to his lair?

  The day Glykoran found out that his wife and child were dead wasn’t only a dark day for him, but for everyone. Something terrible happened on Sidetha, and Glykoran’s mate and sprog weren’t the only casualties. Azan an
d Dolan acted strangely. Prince Korben remained in his lair with Blythe and their sprog, Kyeth. Hujun took over guard duty while Glykoran refused to speak to anyone. I remember not knowing what to do with myself. Glykoran wouldn’t allow me into his lair, but I would sit outside the doorway and listen to the hushed sounds of his loss.

  Charah. Tanyis.

  Those were their names. He said them often, and sometimes he cried so hard I feared he wouldn’t be able to breathe. It wasn’t my business to care so much. Glykoran and I are only friends, and yet, I couldn’t bring myself to leave him alone with his grief. He spoke fondly of his wife and child. He was cautiously optimistic about returning to them one day. And after hearing the news, even if he could go back, there would be nothing to return to.

  His sobs were awful that first week. I don’t think he left his private lair to do anything other than use the bathroom. And he never paid attention to me. No hi. No hello. I didn’t expect him to speak to me, but I still hated that I couldn’t offer him anything. I always called Glykoran my friend, but I had no idea how to console him. I wasn’t even sure if it was allowed. I wanted to hold him and let him cry onto my shoulder, but he never asked, so I never offered. I hated that he wouldn’t be able to see Charah or Tanyis. He couldn’t return to Sidetha, though. I’m not even sure if there was a funeral or if Sidyths did that type of thing, but even so, it didn’t matter. Glykoran wouldn’t be there anyway.

  Those first few weeks were rough. He never spoke. He didn’t eat. He remained in his lair, sobbed, slept, woke, used the facilities, and the cycle would start up again.

  Plenty of other females on Hethdiss told me to leave him alone.

  “We know you care about him,” Krista said softly, crouching down to rest a hand on my knee. “But you’ve got to let him get through this his way.” The expression in her chocolate brown eyes nearly broke my heart all over again. A bunch of the girls worried about me taking this too harshly. It wasn’t my grief, and me sitting in front of Glykoran’s lair wouldn’t help anything.

  “I love him, Krista. I wouldn’t feel right leaving him alone. I have to stay close to him, even if he won’t speak to me.” I hold back a defeated cry that wants to escape my throat. It’s hard to remain composed. I have no reason to cry. I didn’t lose anything, but Glykoran’s emotions were the air I breathed, so I sucked in gasps greedily. I wanted to believe I could take some of his pain away. I wanted to think I could help him recover more quickly if I grieved with him. I just wanted things to return to normal.

  “Come on, sista. We know that. But you can’t do this to yourself. He needs to figure out how to recover in his own time.” Krista leans forward and cups my face in her hands, smoothing away the tears with her thumbs. “You have to let him recover on his own, Celeste. I know what you’re doing to yourself, and it’s not healthy.” The tears come harder. I don’t know precisely what Krista thinks she knows, but I don’t want to hear the next words that come from her mouth. But she says them anyway. “You’re blaming yourself.”

  My dark eyes widen, and more tears fall. I shake my head hard. No. Of course, I didn’t wish for this. I just wanted a chance with him. I didn’t want him to lose everything. I didn’t wish for his child and wife to die.

  “You’re blaming yourself,” Krista continues. “And you can’t. No one could have predicted that Sidetha was punishing those who stood against the crown. No one could have known that Glykoran’s wife and child were at the wrong place at the wrong time. You didn’t do anything, Celeste. You don’t have to punish yourself.”

  “I’m not punishing myself.”

  “You are. You need to stop.”

  I shake my head. I don’t want her to say another word. Just hearing her voice sets my heart and soul on fire. I don’t want to believe it. I shouldn’t believe it. But I know that I do.

  What happened to Glykoran’s family is my fault. I’m the one who wanted him for myself. He was married, and yet I was always greedy for more. I want to believe I was fine being friend zoned, but deep down, I wanted more.

  This isn’t how I wanted things to work out.

  The alien I love is available, but there’s no possible way I can have him. He’s grieving. I need to take some of the pain away because my desperate thoughts were what brought this all on. Of course, I didn’t have anything to do with the warzone on Sidetha, but that doesn’t make me feel any less responsible.

  Charah and Tanyis are dead because of me, and my selfishness.

  How could I do anything other than try taking some of his pain away?

  Glykoran died right along with Charah and Tanyis.

  He was no longer the Glykoran I fell in love with.

  That version of Glykoran is gone, and only a shell of the man he used to be remains.

  Time dragged on. Blythe and York’s babies started crawling and then walking. Junis finally stopped beating up his mom, Ellis, during every breastfeed. The enormous Hulk baby became reasonable, and his mother right along with him. Layla and Sloane both gave birth to their babies a few weeks after the news, and I think it provided a distraction everyone needed. Red-headed, stunner, Sloane had twins. Plus-sized Layla’s baby was small, which was insanely weird because she bitched the entire time about how huge she was and how great Sloane looked her whole pregnancy. The tables were turned now. Layla glowed more brightly than ever, and Sloane looked as though the twins were sucking the life right out of her along with the milk in her tits.

  But each day, I felt more alive than the last. Less smothered by the guilt I felt for ever wishing Glykoran could be mine. I observed the mixed-species infants grow for hours on end as a distraction, practically running an alien daycare service, and I think the girls were happy. They probably thought I was moving on. I spent less and less time in front of Glykoran’s lair, and though he still barely spoke to me, he started leaving his room more. His shoulders lost that slump, and he started eating again. Sometimes I wanted to believe he had begun to accept that this was his life now, and his wife and child were really gone.

  Then, for what seemed like no reason at all, he would break down. He would see Kyeth toddling toward Blythe. Junis slapping Ellis in the shins when he wanted attention. Layla cradling her tiny baby to her breast to feed. Then he would lose it. Back to square one. But those days were happening less and less, and each day felt like a new beginning.

  It’s been over a year since the unfamiliar Sidyth delivered the terrible news. I’m getting better. Glykoran is too. I think.

  But he still barely speaks to me.

  Chapter One

  Celeste

  “How are you feeling today, sista?”

  Krista’s cheerful voice pulls me from my dark thoughts, and I spin in her direction, trying to put on my best smile. She means well, but it’s been over a year since Glykoran lost everything and it still feels like she watches over me like a hawk. I learned pretty early on that she’s lost plenty of family members before becoming an Intergalactic Call-Girl, so I guess that’s why she’s so worried about me. She knows how much of a toll grieving can take on a soul, so despite it not even being my loss, technically, she acts as though I’m the one who’s lost everything.

  Even after almost a year, it’s hard to pretend everything is okay. Glykoran’s moving around the lairs more often now, but still acting like a zombie. I never know what’s going to set him off. There are so many babies now on Hethdiss that it has to be so hard for him. And though it’s evident I care about him, he pays no attention to me, which means more and more unmated male Sidyths grow curious about the unmated human female.

  “I’m doing all right.” I glance over Krista’s shoulder, hoping she’s alone, but of course, those are fool’s thoughts. Not only are the workout twins hanging out in the shadows but Iriel and Chentan are too. I want to believe Chentan’s only there because he’s the self-proclaimed doctor on Hethdiss, but the hungry expression leaves me a little nervous. Don’t even get me started on Iriel. He’s such a creep. He already tried claiming
Blythe, and then Phoebe as his Chosen mate, and both rejected him. Well, I guess I’m next on his radar, and I couldn’t be less interested. I try turning my attention back to Krista because at least I’m confident she doesn’t have a hidden agenda.

  “You haven’t stopped by his lair today. I’m proud of you.”

  “Thanks.” I try to keep the bitterness out of my voice, moving away from the central lair opening. I don’t dare say this is precisely where I’m planning to go. It’s pouring outside, so I can’t exactly sit out there. And Glykoran’s spent a bunch of time in his room today. Maybe if I sit out there, he’ll be forced to get up and leave – even if only to avoid my presence. “I’m going to get a bite to eat.”

  “Want me to come with you?”

  “No. I’m all right.”

  As soon as I move away from the gawkers, I feel myself relaxing. It probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to get something to eat before stopping by Glykoran’s lair, so despite the prickling feeling that I’m being watched, I turn in the opposite direction of Glykoran’s sanctuary and saunter down to the Preparation Room. It’s empty, and though part of me is happy to be alone, a small piece of me wishes Glykoran were in here eating so I could pretend that we just so happened to run into each other. No such luck today. I reach into one of the steel looking cabinets and pull out a dark green wafer that tastes like spinach and vinegar and bite into it. I used to hate the taste, but I noticed it was one of the few things Glykoran put in his mouth, so I was curious about what he tolerated.

  I hate the taste. I eat it anyway.

  Happy to find myself alone, at least for the time being, I heave myself onto one of the massive barstools and rest my elbows on the stainless-steel looking countertop. The Sidyths don’t have it bad considering they’re supposed to be in exile. The Preparation Room looks like a fancy alien kitchen down to the cleanliness and sterile feel. Which is hilarious considering it’s underground and the walls look like smoothed over mud. I take another bite of the spinach vinegar bar and sigh loudly as I place the rest of it on the counter and lean down to press my forehead against the cold surface of the counter. I close my eyes. I shouldn’t be here. I should be at Glykoran’s lair, but for some reason, I can’t bring myself to leave just yet.