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  Sold ~ To The Alien

  Out of THIS World

  Book Five

  By Ravyn Wilde

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  SOLD ~ TO THE ALIEN, Out of THIS World Book 5 A Ravyn Wilde Publication

  February 2020 Copyright © 2020 by Ravyn Wilde

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  Table of Contents

  Copyright Page

  Table of Contents

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Epilogue

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  Prologue

  IT WAS HOT. THE AIR smelled like sweat and things she didn’t want to think about. She pushed her heavy dark hair out of her eyes and wished for the hundredth time for one of the hair ties Kaitlyn made. She’d even settle for a rubber band.

  Now that there was light, she carefully looked around, surprised to find that she wasn’t in a room but in a big cave. When they brought her in last night, she’d seen flashes of buildings and thought they were in an alien city or town. She’d felt the rise of hope that somehow, she could get away and find help.

  Then they gave her a shot that knocked her out and she woke up clean and with these stupid clothes on. If you could call them clothes. They didn’t cover much of her body. She shuddered when she thought about one of her captors bathing her. Touching her with one or all of their four hands. She was going to start crying if she thought about it for long. Or screaming.

  Lauren discovered early on that screaming hysterically would give the guards an excuse to beat her. She wasn’t doing that again.

  Tears they would just ignore.

  She looked at the big burly guard who stood a few feet away from her cage. A glance around the spacious cavern told her there were at least three more of them. They had two arms, not the four of her kidnappers, and they all had visible weapons. She could see knives, a sword of sorts, and a long tube-like thing that looked similar to the silver cane weapons she had taken from the Siloth. Using three of them, pointed at the wall of the spaceship, had blown a large hole in the side. She wasn’t going to do anything that would prompt the alien to use his weapon on her. She didn’t plan to escape yet.

  For one thing, the guards may not be Siloth, but they weren’t human either. Several sets of eyes were positioned on their heads, giving them an almost three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of their surroundings. No wonder they had guard duty. It would be impossible to hide from them. Lauren didn’t want to fuck with them.

  Lauren kicked at the bars on the cage she’d been locked in. She tried to believe that Kaitlyn would come for her. Or Makayla. She wanted her older cousin. Makayla had taken the place of her mother and father when they died. She held Lauren when she cried and fixed her when she got hurt.

  She was the voice of reason and the devil spurring Lauren to greater heights.

  She wanted Makayla. Please, she silently prayed, looking around at the dozens of cages filled with women from both earth and other planets, who were locked in tiny cells just like she was. She slid to the ground and put her head on her knees. She hugged her legs and tried to blank out her mind. She wanted to sleep and escape her reality.

  Blank out everything but the soul-wrenching plea she kept silently repeating, over and over again. Please, Makayla, come get me out of this mess. They are going to sell me tomorrow! Please, Makayla, come get me out of this mess.

  The litany of unspoken words faded, and she fell into a restless sleep. Reliving the nightmare of her abduction from home and the spaceflight that brought her to this planet—and this cage.

  Chapter One

  LAUREN STOOD IN THE living room of the small family ranch in Texas. She looked up at the picture that had been taken just a few months before her parents died.

  Not only were her parents killed in that car accident—but her aunt and uncle as well. She had been sixteen when her family was shattered and that was over five years ago. Lauren would soon be twenty-two. And the pain of losing them would always hurt.

  She heard the front door open and the laughter of her two cousins filled the house. She reminded herself she wasn’t alone. Not in her grief, not in her happiness, and she knew they would have her back on this latest fiasco.

  After the accident that shattered their family, it was her cousin Makayla that stepped into the role of parent and guide. She took an early discharge from the army to finish raising her sister and Lauren. Kaitlyn and Lauren were the same age, with Lauren just a few months younger.

  Makayla was only ten years older than her charges. She put her life on hold to make sure that Lauren and Kaitlyn had what they needed and wanted. Lauren knew her cousin never considered another way. They were family.

  Family took care of family. That had been her parents' mantra. No matter the sacrifice you watched out for each other. It was how you survived anything that happened. She and her cousins practiced the same mantra.

  She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Christmas. The pine and cinnamon still filled the house. It was a reminder that this was family and she would always have Makayla and Kaitlyn to help her. Just as she would help them if they needed it. It made her feel much better. The three of them could handle this. She wasn’t alone.

  Makayla and Kaitlyn had gone for a horseback ride around the ranch. Lauren had stayed behind to go into town for a date. Which had been horrible. She should have gone riding.

  Kayla walked into the room, her deep brown eyes shining with laughter. Her long curly hair was pulled into a knot on top of her head. She was dressed in jeans and boots, carrying a shotgun. That wasn’t unusual. They had a working ranch. It was small, but issues came up. It could be anything from a cow with a broken leg, to the need to scare off a mountain lion or badger. They rarely went anywhere unarmed.

  “Kaitlyn and I chased off some guys from town. They were coming up behind the barn, drinking and working up the courage to climb in your windows tonight.” Kayla shook her head. “I thought when you two got older the men would get smarter and realize that the caveman routine of getting your attention by breaking into the house... wouldn’t work. But I swear it is getting worse, not better.”

  She stopped her rant and frowned as if she just thought of something. “When you guys are at school do you have issues? And since you are home for Christmas break during your last year, I feel like I should have asked that before.”

 
Lauren glanced at the Christmas tree and let a little smile play over her lips. Christmas had come and gone, and in a few days, she and Kaitlyn would be headed back to the University. She would graduate in the spring with a bachelor’s degree in psychology and social work. All paid for with her winnings from beauty pageants. She looked over at Kaitlyn. Her cousin had done the same thing. Both girls had been blessed with looks that stopped traffic. And as irritating as the beauty pageants could sometimes be, they both managed to pay for four years of college with the scholarships they started winning when they were toddlers.

  She turned back to Kayla and flashed a look at Kaitlyn. If they were truthful, the answer to Makayla’s question of having issues with boys trying to climb in their rooms at school...would be yes. Which is why the two girls lived in the dorms. On the top floor. And they shared a room. But that wasn’t what she would tell Kayla, or their older cousin would sell the farm and move in with them. “We learned early on how to deal with it. Plus, it’s hard to get in the window with our room on the tenth floor. We watch each other’s backs.”

  Kayla frowned as if she wanted to push the issue.

  But Kaitlyn changed the focus. “Why are you home so early? You had a date that I thought was supposed to include dinner?” Her dark hazel eyes flashed, and she whipped her long, straight brown hair over her shoulder, hiding a grin with the movement.

  Lauren coughed, trying to hide her own grin when Makayla straightened her spine and narrowed her eyes. They were in for it now.

  She studied the sisters—her cousins—and marveled at genetics. Makayla had the body type of her father. She was close to six feet, strong of body, yet she had the curvy assets from her mother. She also had her dad's mocha-colored skin and dark curly hair.

  Kaitlyn’s eyes were dark hazel. A mix of the brown eyes of her father and the bright green of her mother’s. Kaitlyn also got the paler skin from her mom, the shorter body, and the bigger boobs. Not to mention the booty to match. Kaitlyn was all hour-glass figure with a drop-dead body and cream complexion.

  Lauren’s looks were closer to her own mother. Her skin was darker.

  They had laughed when they were kids that Kaitlyn was cream, Kayla was mocha, and Lauren was chocolate. Which meant if you didn’t know them, you wouldn’t think they were related.

  Her family said Lauren’s eyes were chocolate drops and her wavy dark brown hair didn’t break the color scheme. She was dark brown from head to toe.

  And while Kaitlyn and Kayla were curvy, Lauren was not. She had a short, tight, swimmer's body. With a handful of boobs, a tiny ass, and sweet as pie country girl innocence peering out of those big eyes. She smirked. She was often underestimated because she was just so cute and cuddly. Hah!

  In looks, the cousins were very different. In attitude and abilities, not so much.

  But even if they didn’t look it, they were related by blood and heart. She and Kaitlyn were more like sisters than cousins. She loved, guided, and kicked Lauren’s ass when she felt she needed to. Kayla didn’t replace Lauren’s mom. Instead, she reinforced the sense of love and family, and the traditions that were already ingrained.

  It was easy for Lauren to admit, “My date got a little overzealous. When I said no and meant it, he got upset. Then he threatened to make sure I “rued the day,” I said no to him. He thinks he is a big shot. He plans to ruin my reputation, get me kicked out of school, and I lost track of the threats after that.”

  Makayla blinked and held out her hand. “Give me his name and number,” she demanded.

  Lauren’s eyes got wide, but she turned and got a paper and pen from the table by the phone. She learned at an early age when Kayla used that tone, you did what she said. Lauren checked her cell and wrote down what her cousin wanted. Handing it over, she frowned. “What are you planning to do?”

  Kayla snorted. “I checked out the deets on your date last night. He is a minor hotshot and has a history of causing trouble of all types. I am going to call your godfather and let him handle the idiot.”

  They all started laughing. Lauren’s godfather was one of her dad’s army buddies. He had played football and kept in shape. The man was massive. He was also very wealthy and politically important. The girl’s rarely called on him for help. But he would love taking care of this. She might feel sorry for the idiot if he hadn’t been such an ass. “Perfect. The idiot deserves this. Tell The Godfather I’ll see him as usual for dinner next month.”

  Kayla smirked. “I will. That should take care of your hotshot. I’ll keep the shotgun by the bed just in case.”

  Kaitlyn rolled her eyes. “You always keep the gun by your bed. Let’s grill hamburgers and then have a “Men are Pigs” movie marathon.”

  Lauren snorted. “Men are pigs. But I’ve had enough pork for today. I’d rather watch superheroes instead. There has to be one out there somewhere. The movies will give me hope!”

  IT WAS SO WARM THAT night that they waited for it to cool off before they went to bed. It seemed like minutes later when Lauren heard Kaitlyn scream. She’d been sound asleep, and she thrashed around, trying to move her arms and legs so she could go help her cousin. That wasn’t Kaitlyn’s eep, I’ve seen a spider scream. That was full-out fear.

  Lauren was a black belt. She would kick the idiot's ass if he was trying to break into her home and scared Kaitlyn. Damn date from hell. She was so tired. Why couldn’t she get her body to move? Her struggles died down and her eyes closed again. “I’m coming, Kaitlyn,” she whispered before she was out.

  A shotgun blast catapulted Lauren back to consciousness! Enough to know they were in deep trouble. She thought the idiot was breaking into the farm, but there were bright lights hovering overhead and she realized she was outside.

  She saw a red-skinned man with a long head and four arms helping her body float down from her second-floor bedroom window to the ground. Shit. Costumes? Wires? The effort seemed way too insane for the date from hell.

  Growing up, she’d watched countless hours of the sci-fi crap Kaitlyn liked. Those shows now gave her too many ideas.

  She heard Kaitlyn scream again and more shots were fired. She wanted to scream right back, but her voice and body were frozen. Only her mind was working. She could tell she’d been given some type of drug.

  Lauren knew she was floating, out the window to the ground. Not able to move, except to open her eyes. She could hear men talking, hear them hollering about the woman with the gun. She knew Makayla was trying to save them. Then there was that smell.

  Oh, God. She wanted to gag or stop breathing. But neither option was available to her.

  It was so horrible, and nothing she’d ever smelled before compared. Even dead animals. It was a musty, sour scent that burned her nostrils. Gah! She would never forget it.

  She stopped moving and realized she was laying on the ground. Staring up at the night sky, Lauren struggled, trying to move her head. She wanted to look at the house she’d lived in all her life. She could feel the tears fall from her eyes. For a moment the horrible stench cleared from her nose and she could smell the farm, the dirt where she loved to plant a garden each spring. She was so very afraid she’d never see it again.

  This wasn’t a joke, or a bad date gone crazy. Not with the drugs in her system and the weird hovering lights over her head. Not with Makayla shooting at them.

  A nightmare in red fur leaned over her and with the help of a second creature, picked Lauren up off the ground.

  She was jostled and lifted over their heads. Their long, bulbous heads. She had a blurred view of the farmhouse, Kaitlyn being picked up by two other aliens, and the barn. The aliens dropped her down and with one holding her feet and one her shoulders, they started running.

  She heard another shotgun blast and silently cheered on Makayla. But she saw and heard so many of the creatures, she knew they were wildly outnumbered.

  Her eyes closed. She thought she might throw up. The next time she opened them, it was to a hum and the knowledge that she was on an
alien spaceship.

  Chapter Two

  LAUREN FADED IN AND out of consciousness. Her mind desperately trying to figure out what she didn’t understand. She wanted it to be a nightmare. Or some stupid hoax. Then she caught a whiff of that dreadful, moldy smell and all of a sudden, she snapped back and opened her eyes to hell.

  She was laying on a cold hard floor looking up at the ceiling. It was gray, metallic, with a row of bars a few feet below the overhead curve of what she was really afraid was a spaceship. There was a constant low tone hum that told her she was in a machine and it was moving.

  Without shifting her body, she lifted her eyes left, toward the light. There were more bars. She was in a cage. Just beyond the cage was a big room and she could see a furry red form leaning against the wall. Their guard. He wasn’t looking at her, he was listening to something being said to him on a monitor.

  Moving just her eyes she tracked the length of the cage and realized it was big, and she wasn’t the only one in it. She expected to see Kaitlyn. Her cousin was laying on her side just a few feet from her, her back to the cage wall. Her head was about knee level to Lauren, but she could see that Kait wasn’t awake. The fact she was here wasn’t a surprise. She’d been carried right beside Lauren when the freaky four-armed aliens were taking them to the ship.

  The other girls were a surprise. She counted six humans and there were several other species, but that didn’t matter right now. Her eyes tracked around the cage and when she didn’t see what she wanted to see, she finally sat up. Her movement woke Kaitlyn, who whispered softly, “She’s not here.”

  Lauren’s shoulders drooped. She was hoping Makayla had been taken with them. Which was stupid. She wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Besides, Makayla saw what took them. She sat up straight, took a deep breath and reached out her hand to Kaitlyn. Pulling her up and over so they could share body heat. They were both dressed for a warm Texas winter night. The temperatures in Southern Texas this Christmas had been in the 70s, so she and Kaitlyn were wearing tee-shirts and pajama shorts. “I heard Makayla’s shotgun go off several times,” she told Kaitlyn.