Sold to the Alien Soldiers

Sold to the Alien Soldiers
A Curvy Girl Reverse Harem Romance


Corin Cain


Contents
Foreword
1. Evander
2. Ashley
3. Conan
4. Ashley
5. Conan
6. Augustus
7. Ashley
8. Conan
9. Augustus
10. Evander
11. Conan
12. Ashely
13. Augustus
14. Ashley
15. Evander
16. Ashley
17. Conan
18. Ashley
19. Evander
20. Ashley


Foreword
Welcome to the Aurelian Empire, where the dominant, powerful alien warriors come in threes!
This steamy reverse harem alien romance is for adult audiences, and is heavy on the action and adventure! It is quite dark and intense at parts.
- CC


1
Evander
Conan and Augustus’s eyes are stretched so wide, I can see the whites all around them. When I look in the mirror, I see that mine are just as wide.
I share the exact, same horrified gaze as my battle-brothers.
I can still remember the screams. They fill my dreams.
“Calm,” murmurs Augustus, his voice tremoring .
I try to control myself. On the outside, we’re seven-feet-tall killing machines. We were taught from a young age to hide our emotions. I tighten my fists until I’m convinced nobody can see the turmoil inside me any longer – not unless they notice the slight tremble in my hands, or the way my eyes continue to dart back and forth.
I take a deep breath. I have to remain in control. I was the one who chose this path for my triad. They will follow me, but I must control my emotions to be worthy of serving as their leader.
“Keep your eyes trained.”
My reminder is useless. I know that Conan and Augustus are already watching the dead, empty space ahead for any sign of danger. We’ve been fleeing for four days now, and we’ve been on the lookout for every waking moment.
We have to keep a lookout, because we’re not using our Orb Drive – the powerful engine that can rip us from one part of the galaxy and spit us out in another in the blink of an eye.
No, to keep our signatures concealed, we’re doing this the old-fashioned way – by impulse drive only. We’re flying blind, too. I destroyed anything that could lead to our ship – ripping out the black box, flight recorder, nav-box and the communications array.
As far as the Aurelian Empire knows, this ship doesn’t even exist anymore. According to a cursory examination of the evidence, they’ll assume we died down in that hole.
Maybe we did. Maybe the three creatures that emerged were not the same ones that had entered those caverns. They say a coward dies a thousand times, and I’d lost count in the darkness of that Scorp nest.
What I do remember was watching my brethren turn to animals. I witnessed one the toughest, most ruthless warriors I’d ever known begging for mercy; screaming like a baby as the Scorp venom burned and twisted in his veins, the sheer agony turning him into a whimpering animal.
That memory fills me with guilt – more so than the other grim recollections. I’m ashamed that I didn’t stop to slit that warrior’s throat and end his pain. Instead, I turned tail and ran.
I didn’t have time. That’s what I keep telling myself. I owed it to my triad to get us out of that hellhole without a pause – and that warrior’s suffering would have been short-lived anyway.
I did what I had to do.
As I keep repeating – that’s what I tell myself.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Conan admits grimly, knowing exactly what’s weighing on my mind without even sensing it through our Bond.
Anger builds up in me. It was my fault. I made the choice. I am the one who bears this burden.
I told my triad to run, and as a result, we were the only ones who made it out of that Scorp nest alive. The rest of the warriors in my company? They were picked apart by the enormous half-reptile, half-mammalian Scorps – torn to shreds by their pincer claws, ripped to pieces by their hissing, fang-lined mouths…
…or worse, crippled and writhing when stung by those darting, deadly, venom-filled tail barbs.
“It’s my shame to bear,” I snarl back, and now Conan can feel my pain through the Bond. We can hide it from the outside world, but we’ll always feel each other’s auras. Ever since our first campaign, when in the blood of battle we became linked forever, our Bond has ensured we can keep nothing from each other.
Even my shame. Even my disgrace.
I squeeze shut my eyes and recollect the events that led us to this moment.
Our general had told us to go in and clear a Scorp nest – a standard mission for those Aurelians fulfilling their hundred years of service to the Empire.
Only, there was nothing standard about what we discovered in that Scorp-infested hellhole.
They… They had an Orb.
Orbs – the mysterious, otherworldly things that power the universe. There’s one in our Reaver, which allows us to jump through reality – disappearing from one point in the universe in a sickening moment of emptiness, to appear somewhere else. They also power our devastating Orb-Beams, and shards of Orb-material form the signature weapons that every Aurelian warrior carries.
Orbs are ubiquitous among the citizens of the Empire, and owned by the more affluent humans and Toads to power their weapons and ships…
…but I’ve never seen Scorp worshiping an Orb before, or even heard of such a thing. I’d never have thought those mindless killing machines were capable of any other thought except killing, feeding, and dragging those victims unfortunate enough to still be alive back to their lair; where their still-living bodies would be offered as hosts to their egg-laying Queen.
But that is what we saw – and it terrifies me.
Something horrific has changed in our universe. Something dark is taking over. The Scorp within that nest moved so quickly. They ripped through us so effortlessly. Those killing machines have already proven themselves to be lethal adversaries… but never like this.
There was something different about them – that’s why, to my shame, I gave the order to flee.
It’s as if… As if the Orbs