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Sneak Peek Chapter
This is unedited. Please excuse any typos. Enjoy!The question in my mind wasn’t whether or not I was being followed. It was whether or not their intention was to kill me. That wasn’t a rhetorical question either. How on earth had my entire life blown up in only three days? Well to be accurate, it had burned down. And this wasn’t Earth.I paused and flattened myself against the squat stone building behind me, straining to identify the noise I’d heard. The wind buffeted my face, quite cold, and unfortunately masking the sound. At least I was fully clothed in the Foulan style, so that the biting cold was otherwise kept at bay.There. The noise again. Like a scrape against rock.As the double moons continued their ascent, I cursed the increasing brightness. Nighttime still wasn’t as bright as the day, thankfully, and was why I traveled at night, but it was still too bright by far. I’d been hiding since my home burned down, trying to find a way off this planet before—There. Damn it. There was the scraping again. Not that I’d needed confirmation, but I had it anyway. The bigger question remained.
Who was following me? Friend or foe?I had to assume foe and keep making my way to the port. A friend who believed me that I hadn’t killed Bowyer Haled, my purchaser, had helped me arrange transport from our village to a larger city that had an off-world transport. If I could get off of Foulan, I was confident I could disappear.I scurried along the building’s stone wall, hugging it close. My footfalls remained largely silent on the gravel. The slip-on leather shoes I wore might not be as hardy as I would prefer, but the light weight allowed me to step quietly.The township of Idhova only had a population of about 1500, mostly Foulan, though a handful of other species called it home. The tiny boulder town was built into the side of a small mountain bordering a thin forest. On the other side of the forest, a rocky, very exposed, plain stood between me and port city of Monsa. And my freedom.I turned left into a narrow alleyway between two stone homes, moving as quickly as I could while straining to hear how close my pursuer might be. At this time of night, most of the town’s residents would be tucked into bed. Nobody would be out in the cold without a damn good reason. Including me.Having reached the final home on the outskirts of town, I darted across the short gravel road and entered the relative safety of the forest. The towering trees, similar to Earth’s birch and oak, grew in clumps, though they were not as dense as I would have liked. I picked my way carefully over tree roots that had breached the forest floor. Sounds of the forest competed with the pounding of my blood through my veins from both the exertion and the anxiety.I stopped to take stock of my location and inhaled deeply, enjoying the damp, musky, yet sweet scent of the forest. Normally I would enjoy a leisurely walk through these trees. But this wasn’t enjoyable. And it sure as shit wasn’t for leisure.I didn’t hear my pursuer, though I suspected that was because of the insect, bird, and small mammal noises surrounding me. My feet moved me forward as I split my attention, careful not to trip, but also trying to identify how close my pursuer was. Breath whooshed in and out in a plume from the cold. I rubbed my nose, always the first to feel the effects of chilly weather.Cautious optimism sparked that I might make it after all. I’d reached the edge of the small forest. Staring out across the plain, my optimism faltered. A lone granite boulder stood about fifty yards away. I’d be super-exposed while running toward it, but at least then I could rest there and take stock of anyone attempting to exit the forest behind me.I just needed to reach it.The sound of a large twig snapping spurred me forward. Running as fast as my long legs could take me, I inhaled and exhaled as I’d been taught, to maximize my oxygen supply. Hope soared the closer the large boulder came.Just as I thought I’d make it, someone tackled me from behind and we tumbled to the ground in a pile. The individual flipped me over, straddling me on the rocky ground. The cold on my scalp told me that my wig had fallen off.Which probably explained the surprised expression on the Foulan male currently sitting astride my midsection, leaning forward holding my hands above my head. Even though he was a typical example of his species, they were large by nature, and he was crushing me.“I can’t breathe,” I managed to squeak out.The Foulan jumped off of me, yanking me roughly by the arm to stand beside him.My hand moved of its own accord to check the top of my head. Yep. No wig. I guess quality isn’t what it used to be.The Foulan’s black eyes cutting to a spot on the ground told me that’s likely where my expensive black wig now resided. That meant my naturally blonde hair, although cut short, was now fully on display.A meaty hand reached forward, gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. With my blue eyes. Very much not like the Foulans.“You are human?!” the Foulan barked in his wolflike language, his deep voice rolling over me.“No, I’m not,” I disagreed, despite all evidence to the contrary. Especially when I blurted that out in English. I was such a dumbass.“I do not accept human Runners,” he mumbled, more to himself than to me, though also in English.I quirked an eyebrow. “Really? When you can speak English?” I questioned, though inside I was screaming. Shit! Shit! Shit! That confirmed he’d been hired by Vadhea. This was bad. Very bad.“I downloaded all of earth’s languages,” he explained offhandedly. “Before I decided human runners are not worth the money,” the Foulan continued, unaware of my internal plight. “Too easy to catch.”“Hey, I was an athlete,” I retorted. “A track star.”“So?” he asked, confused. “I caught you.”“Hmm, okay, that’s true,” I relented. Whatever.The Foulan’s black eyes roved over my figure. “Disrobe,” he ordered.The request wasn’t sexual. I knew why he wanted to see me naked. Humans weren’t built like Foulans. My hair and eyes could have been altered to appear human. But my body likely wouldn’t have been. “Why?” I asked, anyway, stalling.“I do not like being lied to,” he answered brusquely.“Then you should want me to stay a Foulan,” I joked weakly.“Disrobe,” he repeated, my joke not even earning a chuckle. The Alien Enforcer didn’t have a sense of humor.“No,” I tried to casually refuse, though my heartrate was jackhammering. “Who hired you?” I asked, desperately needing to confirm it was Vadhea.The Foulan frowned, his surprisingly clean-shaven face darkening. “Disrobe,” he said a third time, ignoring my question. “Or I’ll do it for you.”The thought of disrobing pissed me off. It was cold out here. But, the thought of the Foulan disrobing me bothered me more. They were like Earth’s version of a werewolf. Part man and part wolf. Typically quite hairy—which was why this one’s clean-shaven face was such a surprise. He actually looked quite good, if I was being honest. But the black hair, black eyes, and no-nonsense manner were very typical of his species. And I didn’t want him accidentally hurting me or tearing my clothes. When I eventually figured out a way out of this, I’d need my clothing intact.I started with shoes, easily using a heel to slide my feet out of each. My socks I left on, both in defiance of the order and because the ground was fucking frigid, even with them on. I gave the pants a slight tug, the fastener, similar to Velcro, silently separating, allowing me to shimmer them over my hips and down my long legs. I folded them and placed them on my shoes, my brain frantically trying to figure out how to get away. I didn’t see a way to do it until I was dressed again. Maybe delaying was a bad tactic.Instead, I sped up. I yanked the black tunic’s side fastener and pulled it off, practically in one motion. My hands gripped the bottom of the black blouse and I did the same. I risked a glance at his face, standing there in my undergarments, shivering in the cold wind.What I saw shocked me.His eyes had dilated and his face flushed. Did he find me attractive? That was unusual for a Foulan. My purchaser had been an exception, wanting a human female more because he liked the exotic. Most Foulans didn’t find humans attractive. Frankly, they usually considered us beneath them because of our relatively diminutive size and lack of hair.But not this particular Foulan apparently. A plan began formulating.Now I slowed down, deliberately taking my time undoing the bandeau across my chest. When my breasts sprang free, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his pants.Was he getting a woodie? No way.Maintaining eye contact, I hooked a finger into my black panties. I pulled at them slowly, watching his face as he watched my finger guide the panties down my legs. I stepped out of them and leaned over to place them on my growing pile of clothing.Speaking of growing.There was a definite bulge in the Foulan’s pants.He stepped forward, his rough hand cupping my breast, then running it along my ribcage. He paused at my waist before angling toward my mound. His fingers rubbed along the thatch of hair, then he cupped my sex, startling us both. I moaned at the movement of his hand.He abruptly stepped back, releasing me. “You have hair, but not nearly enough,” he concluded, his voice husky, unlike before.I knew he meant what remained unspoken: for a Foulan.“You do not feel surgically altered,” he continued, again more to himself than to me.“I’m not,” I concurred anyway, my plan now having taken shape. “You don’t have to give me to Vadhea.” Placing my hands on my hips, pushing my breasts out, ignoring the biting cold, I tried my most seductive voice.“I’ll do anything.”
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