Innocent Bait
Serving her Alien Fated Mates
Corin Cain
Contents
Foreword
1. Mia
2. Gallus
3. Mia
4. Varian
5. Mia
6. Cyrus
7. Mia
8. Varian
9. Mia
10. Gallus
11. Mia
12. Varian
13. Mia
14. Gallus
15. Mia
16. Gallus
17. Mia
Foreword
Welcome the world of the Aurelian Empire, where the dominant, powerful alien warriors come in three!
This is a steamy reverse alien menage romance, which features submission, punishments, and fated mates. It is for adult audiences.
I truly hope you enjoy!
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1
Mia
He’s barely fenced our last score, but it’s obvious that Darr is already thinking about the next job. His eyes light up whenever he does – like he can count the credits before we’ve even stolen them. I just hope that whatever he’s scheming, it’s less dangerous than our last little heist.
Darr isn’t a pretty man. He’s got a skull like an ape – big, and solid, with a prominent brow ridge and a heavy-set jaw. I watched somebody stupid enough to punch him once. You could actually hear the crack of the dumb bastard’s knuckles breaking on impact – and the look of horror on his face still haunts me, as the man held up his useless, dangling fingers a moment before Darr let loose on him.
As if reading my mind, Darr turns to me and that greedy smile of his stretches across his broad, Neanderthal face.
“Gird your loins, girl. That last job is going to feel like stealing a schoolkid’s lunch money compared to what I’ve got planned.” He rubs his big hands together. “You’re going to take from those big, smug, alien bastards.”
My heart was already pounding after completing our last heist. As much as I hate being considered a petty criminal – or not so petty, the way these scores keep adding up – I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t something a little addictive about it.
There’s nothing quite like the adrenaline rush you get when you lift tens of thousands of credits’ worth of valuables from right under the nose of a Sector 2 family.
The top classes of Sector 2 are wealthy – by human standards, anyway. They’re the type who’d turn their nose up if they met me on the street. All they think about is how they can make the jump from Sector 2 to Sector 1, and they all have the same self-loathing that they didn’t grow up in the richest part of the city. They all think they’re just “temporarily” in Sector 2.
It’s satisfying to steal from the likes of them – like I’m just taking what they owe me, for thinking they’re better than I am.
But Sector 2 families – human families – are one thing.
What Darr clearly has planned is something else – and my stomach instantly sinks at his words.
Big, smug, alien bastards.
There’s only one race Darr could be talking about – and that’s probably why he’s keeping his damned voice so low.
Aurelians. Seven-foot-tall brutal alien warriors who make men tremble before them.
Keeping his voice low is a smart idea. Plenty of eavesdroppers in a place like this. We're tucked in the back corner of The Stag – a seedy, underground bar full of cannonball-headed thugs and shifty-eyed, thieving bastards. It’s the kind of place where onlookers just turn away when trouble starts. They don’t mind somebody getting stabbed or beaten next to them; they just don’t want anybody stealing their drink while it happens.
I’m very aware that I’m the only woman sitting at any of the tables. The few other women in this joint are ladies of the night, selling their bodies at the bar.
I don’t judge them. We’ve all got to eat, right?
I could have ended up as one of them. When you grow up in the poorest and most crime-ridden Sector of the capital city – your options aren’t good.
Instead, thank the Gods, I can earn a living…
…or, if not, I can take one.
As despicable a bastard as he might be, I owe all that to Darr. He was the one who’d found me, back when I was a starving street orphan. I was dirty, malnourished, and so hungry I’d been biting into a stolen apple – not even caring how rotten it was.
Darr had torn the rotten fruit from my mouth and offered me a fresh apple. He’s a big man but I didn’t hear him coming. As my teeth had sunk into the fresh apple, the juice running down my chin, I don’t think I could ever remember tasting something so delicious. I couldn’t ever remember a kindness.
Darr isn’t the generous sort, and I should have known he hadn’t fed me out of the goodness of his heart. He’d asked me about my thieving – and I’d told him all I’ve ever stolen was just to stave off the gnawing hunger in my belly.
Back in those days, a perfect day consisted of nothing more than a full belly, and the chance to stare up at the binary planet of Oasis - which is where I’d one day dreamed going...
Darr had told me I lacked ambition – and that if I used my thieving talents to bring him a leather wallet from the tanner’s stall, he’d give me dinner. I’d actually felt a surge of pride when I’d proven those ‘talents’ to him – handing him the stolen wallet and proving I had light fingers.
I’d brought Darr the prize, and he’d bought me dinner – just as promised. The next day, he’d brought me under his wing.
That seemed like forever ago now – and he and I had made a profitable team since then. But stealing from humans was one thing…
Those ‘big, smug alien bastards’ he spoke of?
“Stealing from Aurelians, Darr?” The skepticism in my tone is obvious. “Come on! Don’t play with me!”
Out here on the rim, stealing from humans is expected. Life on the frontier is hard, and we’ve all got to make compromises to survive. I don’t look down on the prostitutes at The Stag for selling their bodies… and I doubt
