Hiya!  

I’m here as Holly today because a few days ago, His Alien was released 🥳 Everyone likes aliens, right?   

It’s not often I read alien stories, though when I do, I often go on a binge and read a lot of them. Hard sci-fi isn’t my thing, but alien romance can be a lot of fun. This is one of those stories. It’s not heavy on the technical stuff, but it has aliens! 😆  

Do you remember There Will Be Aliens? It was the third story I published as Holly, so a looong time ago, but that’s the world we’re revisiting. You don’t have to have read There Will Be Aliens to read this, but it’ll give you a better picture of the world.  

We have Forest who is on his way to Europe to look at art when he is abducted by aliens. He might have wanted to get away from things, but outer space wasn’t what he had in mind. Then he’s rescued (?) by other aliens and taken to a weird planet where he’s given to one of them.  

Brox, who was on a mission to go to Earth and bring back ten females in an attempt to save his people from going extinct, never wants to see a human again. He didn’t approve of the mission in the first place, and after having brought the humans back to Negudade, he’s still convinced it was a bad idea.   

So when he’s taken off active duty to look after a human, he is not pleased. At least not at first. Then Forest does some interesting things and Brox doesn’t mind so much anymore.  

This is an abduction story, but not the grim kind. Below you can read the first chapter! 

His Alien

Sequel to There Will Be Aliens

Brox was once a fierce warrior, but now his only job is to share his home with an alien. A human.

All Forest Blue wanted was to go on a trip to Europe, not get kidnapped by aliens. He hadn’t even known aliens existed. Though, he guessed things could be worse. The huge devil lookalike he’s been given to hasn’t tried to eat him … yet. Small favors. But would it cost him to smile now and then?

Brox Scoreceds Cruul was once a fierce warrior, now demoted to take care of an alien. A few months back, the leading females had sent a ship to gather ten human females from their home planet in hopes of saving the Negudade people from extinction. Now a male has arrived on the planet, and the leading females have given him to Brox, since he has a language implant that allows him to understand humans. His assignment is to make the human thrive. How could anyone make a human thrive?

The devils have the emotional depth of a shallow water puddle, but Brox feeds Forest and makes sure he has everything he needs. It’s not what Forest imagined his life to be, but when a creep starts following him around, Brox goes all snarly devil on his stalker. So maybe having an alien husband isn’t too bad?

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Chapter 1

Forest Blue had thirty-seven years’ experience of not listening to the woman who birthed him, so why had he done as she’d suggested this time? He should’ve known better. Taking time off work to go on a trip had never been something he’d considered, so why had he?

He’d been out of sorts, stressed after the fall term, and needing a break. He’d told his mother he had a hard time sleeping due to anxiety. He never told his mother anything, but she had read his aura and been worried.

Forest rolled his eyes. If only she could take a peek at his aura now.

Her name was Harmony. Nowadays. It wasn’t the name she’d been given as a baby, but her birth name didn’t suit her, so she’d changed it. He wasn’t allowed to call her mother or mom or mama or whatever else children called the person they’d once shared a body with. The words didn’t have the right energy, and according to her, he had an older soul than she did.

As a child he’d believed her, so saying he had thirty-seven years of experience of not listening was wrong. He hadn’t had any doubts until he was maybe seven or eight, and even then, he’d only known he wasn’t like other boys.

He’d always felt out of place, always suspected the world wasn’t what it made itself out to be, and the feeling had intensified when he’d grown old enough to analyze his family’s interactions with others.

His parents weren’t bad. He hadn’t gone hungry, he always had clothes to wear and a place to sleep, but… Harmony didn’t believe in toys, they hampered children’s creativity. She didn’t trust plastic, so most toys were out of the question anyway. She didn’t believe in relying on the grocery store. If you couldn’t survive off what you foraged or grew, you had no business surviving.

When he’d been eleven, he’d had appendicitis, and she’d refused to take him to the hospital. It wasn’t until he’d become really ill, she’d relented. She believed hospitals were a scam, and all you needed in ways of medicine, you could find in nature.

He wouldn’t call it neglect. He hadn’t been hurt, not severely hurt, by her beliefs, but he’d never belonged.

After years of homeschooling, he’d finally managed to talk her into letting him attend public school. It was how his fight for independence had begun. He’d realized he was a freak, and no matter how hard he tried, he’d never managed to assimilate. And no, he didn’t believe it had anything to do with his energy, aura, or soul, no matter what Harmony said. He didn’t think it had anything to do with the shadow of a father hiding in a cloud of smoke either.

His dad was one hell of a gardener when it came to plants in the Cannabaceae family. Forest didn’t blame him. If he’d had an escape, he’d have taken it too. He had escaped. Escaped a little too far since now he was trapped in a small cage on a spaceship.

He wondered what Harmony would have to say about the giant bug aliens keeping him prisoner. Were their auras muddy? Did they have old souls?

Forest believed they were evil either way. He’d seen some weird creatures during his weeks on board, and none of them had been treated kindly. He’d lost count of how long he’d been there, but he believed a little over a month. Six weeks, maybe seven. No matter how long, he’d been treated more kindly than the others on board.

He was in a cage, which wasn’t kind, but the others were chained to the wall with metal collars around their necks. Two times, another ship had connected to theirs and some of the creatures in the room had been taken away.

Both times, the buyers—he assumed they were buyers—had checked him over. Had poked and squeezed, but in the end, left him in favor of stronger-looking creatures. He believed it was a good thing. For now. Or maybe they were heading somewhere where the inhabitants ate humans for their Sunday dinner. Time would tell.

He tried not to freak out, but it was of no use.

Hours passed, and Forest dozed against the cool metal bars. When a loud alarm sounded, he jumped to his feet with a startled yelp. This was new, and he wasn’t sure new was good.

He looked at the other creatures in the room. There were only five others, three of them of the same species. They looked like giant slugs with four arms and one large foot. Slimy. Then there was one more similar to the woodlice ones holding them captive but without the curved shell on its back. Maybe it was wrong to compare them to bugs on Earth, but its head looked like a giant ant’s. And then there was the black devil. Forest had spent days trying to look at it without getting caught looking.

It was huge, seven feet, if not more, and it had sharp teeth and a bare tail sticking out of its black pants. It truly looked like a black devil minus the horns. It had been here when Forest had arrived, and both buyers had been interested in it but no one had bought it. Forest might have read the situation wrong, but he believed the price had been too high.

What made it different, apart from the way it looked, was that the others made noises and tugged at their chains, pleaded—or so Forest assumed—but the devil never moved a muscle. Or of course, it did. It alternated between sitting and standing, and it ate when offered food, walked with their captors to the bathroom when they were allowed, and so on, but it never flinched, never grimaced, never made any sounds. Stoic. Impassive. Blank.

The blankness sent a shiver of unease down Forest’s spine. It was as if it didn’t have emotions of any kind. But he couldn’t stop staring. It was the closest to human-looking he’d seen since he was taken from Earth, and he sought comfort in the similarities.

The moment the alarm had blared, it had shot to its feet in a far more graceful way than Forest ever would’ve managed. He wanted to say it was female, but he wasn’t sure. She, if it was a she, was heavily muscled. His body had deteriorated during the weeks there, he was weak and shaky, but she looked as strong as she had when he’d woken up in the cage.

The ship shook and there was a sound of screeching metal loud enough to rattle his bones. The four in the room who weren’t devils made loud sounds, their versions of screams, Forest guessed. He didn’t. He curled his fingers around the bars and locked his knees.

He met the devil’s gaze for the first time ever, and she gave a short nod. What the fuck did that mean?

Shots rang out, and Forest cursed. He was pretty sure they were in space. When they were led to the bathroom, they passed the cockpit or whatever it was called in a spaceship, and he’d seen endless darkness. And the bathroom—the first time he’d gone, he’d feared he’d get sucked into the hole. It was similar to a toilet on Earth, though made of cold metal, so sitting was unpleasant. And the moment you lifted the lid, the suction started. Where the waste went, he didn’t know, and he didn’t want to know, but it was vacuumed up the moment it left his body.

The rooms had metal walls and floors suited for a sci-fi movie, so yeah… space. But no one would be stupid enough to shoot in space, would they? One hole in the hull, and they’d be dead.

He waited.

There were clicking sounds which he associated with the woodlice’s way of speaking, but it sounded louder. Maybe they were shouting.

Sounds came closer. Shuffles and grunts and clicking. Maybe another ship of woodlice had boarded, and they were fighting.

Forest waited. There wasn’t anything else to do. He didn’t think about what it would mean, didn’t try to understand what was going on.

An eternity later, or maybe it was only a few minutes, another black devil showed up in the doorway. It was more blue than black, and he believed he’d been right in his assessment of the chained one being female because this one was bigger and had wider shoulders and more muscles. Damn. He tried not to stare, but… damn.

For the first time, the chained devil made a sound. She said something to the one in the doorway, then gestured at Forest. Fuck. Was it good or bad? Did she say to save him or bring him so we have something to eat on the journey back?

The male glanced at him, said something guttural, then went to inspect the chain and the collars. Another devil appeared in the doorway, another male, almost as dark as the female. He said something, and the first male answered and gestured at Forest.

The devil came closer, and Forest skidded backward. There wasn’t much space to skid on, but he did his best to increase the distance.

The devil grabbed the door to the cage and pulled. Metal creaked, and the hinges snapped. A whimper escaped Forest. He’d yanked on the door with all his might over and over again.

A large hand, three fingers and a thumb, curled around his wrist before he could react and pulled him out of the cage. Forest tried to tug free, but while the grip didn’t hurt him, there was no give either.

The man said something to him, his face blank, and his fangs sharp.

“Sorry, I didn’t get that.”

No reply, instead the devil walked out through the door of the cargo hold, and Forest had no choice but to follow. He continued in a direction Forest had no memory of ever walking, and soon they came to a doorway leading into another ship. The devil continued, dragging Forest along, and said something to another devil, who replied. Forest had no way of knowing what they said, but as he was led into what looked like a canteen and was offered something to drink and what looked like a protein bar, he took it as a sign his prison had been upgraded.

* * * *

Brox Scoreceds Cruul walked into the large building where the ruling females worked. He didn’t know why he’d been summoned. He was supposed to be on leave. He’d come back from a mission not long ago, and since the missions had grown fewer and further between, the downtime between missions stretched.

He didn’t like it. There was nothing for him to do on Negudade. He was trained for missions, trained to defend the rapidly dwindling population of his home planet. Sitting in his house doing nothing didn’t serve anyone—not him, and not the planet.

Being called in front of the board wasn’t good, though. Other than having to debrief them when missions had gone wrong, he’d never been called in, and never on his time off.

It didn’t matter. It would give him something to do.

He pushed open the heavy door, stepped inside the cool room, and stilled. He didn’t wince, didn’t widen his eyes, didn’t do anything other than come to a stop. There was no use in wasting energy on reactions, especially not around females.

By a large table on a podium, was Shauke Scoreceds Govvel, which was to be expected. She was the leader of the Scoreceds region. What had him hesitating to step further into the room was Qheks Hannaek Koruts. Koruts was the leader of the planet.

Negudade was small, they only needed one leader, and she’d been in power for a decade.

He walked forward. They wouldn’t understand hesitation anyway. They weren’t stupid, but the Negudade population was on the cusp of extinction because they’d lost their emotional responses. Brox was a warrior, not a scientist, but it had something to do with dopamine levels, among other things. It hit the females harder than the males. Most females were unable to form any kind of emotional connection these days. Smiles and touches were something of the past, only read about in old scriptures, and there were no children.

Some tried for the good of the planet, but when they could hardly endure physical touch, caring for a young was out of the question.

“Brox Scoreceds Cruul.” Koruts rose to her feet, and for a second Brox’s heart did something strange. He’d felt it before, on missions when he’d believed there was no way out. It was an odd reaction, and he took a deeper breath than normal. It slowed his pulse a fraction.

“We have an assignment for you.”

Assignment? Not a mission. He met their eyes, one at a time, and waited. They wouldn’t want him to interrupt.

“A couple of months ago, a Negudade female was captured by Icai slavers.”

Brox stood a little taller, a minuscule motion, but it caught Koruts’ attention. She halted for half a second before she spoke again.

“Her crew tracked the ship and rescued her.”

No need for him to track them then.

“On board, they had a human. The crew was unsure if it was male or female, so they brought the human with them.”

Brox showed no emotions. He’d had enough of humans. A few months ago, he’d gone to Earth together with Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons, his captain, Anek Scoreceds Dhaankrors, who he’d gone on many missions with before, and Ghurva Scoreceds Vracets, a linguist. They’d been tasked with bringing ten human females back to Negudade in an attempt to save the planet.

He hadn’t believed it to be a good idea, neither had the rest of the crew, but they weren’t the ones making the decision.

They were only meant to take females, but the first humans they saw were a male and a female. Carlo and Grace. Zenon grabbed Carlo as his. It didn’t align with their instructions, and Brox had been worried about the repercussions at first. Then Zenon had mated Carlo, and no one, not even the ruling females, would do anything to interfere with a mating. Since then, Grace had mated with Ghurva, their linguist, so now there were two mated couples on Negudade.

It was a miracle. More than they could’ve hoped for, but he’d hoped he never had to deal with humans again.

“It turned out it was male, which is a problem.”

Would they ask him to kill the human? He might not want anything to do with humans, but he didn’t want to kill someone who wasn’t a threat. An irrational emotional response, perhaps.

“Your new assignment is to look after the male.”

“What?” Brox hadn’t meant to speak, but looking after wasn’t the same as eliminating, the opposite almost.

“There are only a few individuals with a language implant that allows for human communication. You’re one of them. Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons already has a human in his home, same as Ghurva Scoreceds Vracets, and Anek Scoreceds Dhaankrors has expressed interest in one of the females brought here on your ship. Which leaves you.”

“There are others.” Some males had asked to either have a language chip installed if they didn’t already have one or asked to have them switched out for the new version Ghurva had developed together with some other scientist.

“All who have applied to have their chips upgraded have done so because they want to interact with females in hopes of persuading them to carry their young.”

Brox opened his mouth to argue, but Koruts continued as if he hadn’t shown a reaction. Maybe he hadn’t.

“You’ve been taken out of active duty, and your new assignment is to care for the male. I don’t think we’ll have any use for him since human males can’t birth young, but it would be a shame to get rid of him only to realize he might be valuable for the future later on. Humans are rare.”

Rare here, yes. There were eleven on the planet, twelve if the male had arrived too, but on Earth there were many. Going back there for more females wasn’t ideal, but it was an option. He hoped he wouldn’t be contracted with the mission if they were.

Brox hesitated. Questions were a sign of weakness, but Koruts had stopped talking, and he wasn’t sure he understood what she was asking of him. This wasn’t a normal mission. “Can you clarify what I am to do?”

Koruts gave him a blank look, blanker than normal. “Make sure he thrives.”

Thrives? Brox had no idea how to make anything thrive. “Where is he staying?”

“With you.”

Brox stared. With him? With him how? “In which building is he residing?”

“In yours.”

Brox only had a small house. A bedroom, a larger room to relax in, a food prep area, and a bathroom. There was no room for another being, least of all an alien. Everyone on Negudade, apart from Zenon and Ghurva, lived alone. Some had opted for large houses, most bigger than Brox’s, but no house was built to be shared.

When he didn’t speak for a long time, Govvel rose to her feet and looked at him for the first time since he’d entered. She was normally the one to brief them before a mission. “We believe humans have more of a pack mentality than we do. Both humans living with Negudade partners seem to be doing better than the ones who aren’t.”

Brox wasn’t sure Grace and Carlo’s well-being was linked to a pack mentality, but he was neither a scientist nor an individual to make decisions. “Where is he to sleep?”

He’d asked more questions than he normally would, but he still didn’t understand what they wanted him to do.

“In your bed with you. It’s what the others do, and Ghurva Scoreceds Vracets told us it’s often how humans live on Earth. They share beds with their partners. You’ll be his partner.”

Brox held his breath for a moment. Had Ghurva advised them to do this? His skin was shrinking. He didn’t know much about humans, but he didn’t think they were assigned partners to live with.

“Ghurva Scoreceds Vracets is on a mission and won’t be back for some days. The human doesn’t have a language chip, but you should be able to understand him. He’ll get one when Ghurva Scoreceds Vracets returns. Good luck.” She sat, and Brox had a hard time breathing.

“For how long?”

Koruts met his gaze. “You’re off active duty. This is your assignment.”

For the first time since he was young, he wanted to shout. His assignment for how long? What was he supposed to do?

“He’s been brought to your house, and this meeting has taken longer than we expected, so you should hurry back.” Koruts sat and turned to Govvel, dismissing him.

He moved toward the door but hesitated before he pushed it open. “When will I go back on active duty?”

“You won’t.” Had Koruts been male, he was sure there would’ve been a hint of annoyance in her voice, it was the emotion most appeared to still have, but not the females. Or only a few females. She must’ve read something in his stance because she continued. “Your team is now in charge of the humans. Zenon Scoreceds Qhainqons, Anek Scoreceds Dhaankrors, Ghurva Scoreceds Vracets are looking after humans, now you are too.”

Ghurva wasn’t part of their team. He’d gone on one mission with them, that was all. Brox nodded and pushed the door open. He needed to breathe fresh air.

With the dwindling population, Koruts had taken measures to ensure the safety of those who remained. All her focus was on Negudade’s survival, and she’d grown less willing to send them on missions, less willing to risk casualties. There was a surplus of warriors as it was, and by doing this, she’d made sure she had one more male out of immediate danger. On one level, he understood her decision, except he wasn’t meant to be planet-bound.