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Chapter 2

"Royalty?" I whisper. My hands grip the table top with such fear they turn white.

This couldn't be possible. No way could I be a Pet to a Royal Match. There isn't a submissive bone in my body. And that is what royalty demands of it's Pet's.

Total submission. In all aspects, including the bedroom. Or should I say out and about?

"Will we be expecting more than one royal member and his security team?" Father speaks as if I'm not in the room. Business as normal I see.

My father loves power. All the Matches do. It's in their blood to crave and gain whatever power is around them.

During the war they annihilated all the weak and pathetic humans. Their words, not ours.

If the scan showed problems with their blood, body or brain they were decimated into ash. No traces were left behind as the wind blew and swept the grey pile of dust into nothingness. As if they were never born to begin with.

Millions of people vanished within a two month period.
The Matches came by ships, thousands of them. Armed to the teeth with lasers and transport systems. We stood no chance against them the moment they showed themselves.

They came during a cold winters night to our town many years ago. My great grandmother was spared, thankfully. She had turned twenty the day before. Prime and ready or breeding is what her future Match had called her.

He plucked her out of the crowd moments after stepping off his ship. She was taken on board the ship and forced to procreate. She left journals, I've read them all, as have my mother and her mother.

Apparently they are able to see our DNA strands without having to draw a single drop of our red precious blood. There technology far beyond ours.

"Chrissy are you day dreaming? How many times have I told you to cut that out? Your Match will not hesitate to punish you if you ignore him." Standing up my father, pulls me to my feet. Bidding Mrs. Flo goodbye with a nod, he carries me outside by the collar of my navy blue button up jacket.

"Sorry father," I softly whisper in hopes of getting out of a punishment. It was all a show, my father loved me, but in the public's eye he had to be a tern Match. Otherwise other's might step all over him and if that happened, it wouldn't be good for our family.

"Do you realize who your Match is Chrissy Smith?" His anger had manifested into his authority figure. No one messes with the high and mighty. Not even his wife and daughter. At least in public, that is.

His hand suddenly let's go of my collar. My feet ignore my brain and instead of making contact with the ground, I fall limply to the green covered lawn. My rear end kissing the grass with a noticeable thud.

Thanks dad!

I grip the wet grass as my shoes make contact with the ground. Hefting myself up I dust my now slightly wet bottom off.

"Yes, I do father. The man I will be marrying in a Royal. Aren't you excited?" Holding back all my fear I try not to sneer at him. I knew my father. He figures me having a Royal Match means, I'll be well taken care of. Well at least he hopes I will be.

Being a Match himself he's proud that his youngest child has been pared to a Royal Match. It was a great honor for him...and me if I wasn't against the whole being forced to get naked and raped by a total stranger.

"Mrs. Flo was right. You will stay away from those two rotten boys. I believe I've told you plenty of times. Your Match will be extremely upset when he finds out your best friends are males and not females." Snatching my arm he pulls me behind him as he drags me towards the transporter station.

We've had them for decades. Our Matches up-graded them. Each home has a room, which has a dialing system. You type in a code and you're transported to a certain location. The mall has several rooms for coming and going. As does main street, food avenue and of course the lake.

If there isn't a transporter room where your going, then you shouldn't be going there. Those are the exact words of the Royal Match's.

They rain down upon us rules from above. High in the sky where no one, but other aliens can harm them. Their goal in life is to protect us from bad and horrible aliens out in space. What they don't realize is we were perfectly fine on our own until they showed up.

They thought otherwise. It's why we were breed to be perfect Pet's for them.

If my father is full Match and my mother is human why should I be thinking as a human? Well that's quite obvious, I am a human in all aspects. Our DNA is altered before birth. Half the babies are made to be human and half are changed into Aliens.

Us humans are not privy to the information as to why that occurs. Possibly the humans have a certain formula in our blood the Aliens need to survive. It could be anything. It's not like we will ever find out. Their secrets are hidden up high in the sky in their fortresses.

Stepping into the transporter, I watch as dad types in the code to the lake. Why are we going to the lake if he pacifically told me I could never see them again. Has he hit his head this morning? Or did mom finally knock sense into him.

Peaking to the right, I notice a smirk on my mothers face. Does she know what is transpiring at this moment in time?

In the blink of an eye, we were at our destination. The door to the lake opens up and I'm graced with two evil eyed brothers.

Nathan, has a shapely body, tone legs and sculpted thighs and torso. His arms look as if he could pick me up and throw me a mile or two down stream. With hazel eyes and floppy brown hair, he's been quite a catch around town. You can get lost in his eyes, that's for sure.

Without school, we were left to our own devises grow up. That's not to say we weren't told to exercise and keep a healthy leaving. Our bodies had to be treated like temples. Guys had to be built to carry their Matches even if they weigh a whopping one thousand pounds. Females had to have curves in all the right places. Handle bars for our Match to grip in anger or pleasure.

Jorl on the other hand has a midnight black hair, cut and trimmed perfectly on each side of his head. If we still had a human army he would fit right in with his haircut and clean shaven face. Unlike Nathan, Jorl doesn't have a baby face. No he looks as if he could cut you down with one look. Firm chiseled jaw, dark brown eyes and a mean looking scar on the left side of his face.

Thank goodness he was the culprit to cause his own injures. Otherwise if it were me or Nathan who caused his handsome face to be scared we would be forced to stand in front of his Match and receive a punishment. Not something either Nathan and I want to ever happen.

We thought male Match's were possessive over their humans. How wrong we had been.

Four years ago a girl named Rochelle learned the hard way, never mess with a female Match and her Pet. Rochelle was a natural beauty, with blond hair, bright grassy green eyes and curves to die for. Unfortunately she decided she wanted to beat the system and sneak into a males bedroom. She was caught the night of said males twenty-first birthday. His Match showed up to find her sneaking into his room.

Lets just say Rochelle's Match had to come get her sooner than he expected. Two years sooner than her due date.

We weren't privy to her condition when her Match escorted her out of the house, but I can tell you the rumors flew like the wild west. Nearly all the bones in her body smashed to bits, right eye ball ripped out, left arm torn off and her fingers slices to pieces.

Word spread throughout our town by the following morning. Never mess around. Plain and simple.

"Morning Mr. Smith. Mrs. Smith," Nathan steps back, allowing my parents to step out of the small room.

I follow silently behind them. My eyes searching Nathan and Jorl's eyes. I could tell by their demur something wasn't right.

"What is it boys?" My mother Jazmine steps up and ask's. Her hand softly grips Nathan's shoulder.

The tension in the air spikes high when the twins lock eyes with each other. What in the world could be wrong?

Clearing his throat Jorl looks me in the eyes. "We were informed this morning our Matches were coming here with yours," he whispers softly. So unlike him. Usually his strong voice carried authority, not uneasiness.

"What do you mean with mine? Jorl, we found out not twenty minutes ago that mine is a royal." I try to keep the sneer out of my voice. I failed miserably.

My father took notice with a frown and a slight chest growl. Disrespecting a Royal Match in public could be seen as treason. I was stupid to let my own fears seep through.

"Exactly Chrissy. As is ours," Nathan whimpers with horror.

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What do you think of this chapter?

#1 Should Nathan and Jorl be scared as well?

#2 What are Match's really like?

#3 Will they learn to love their Match's?

Ok so I need weird/cool names of alien beings. They are not like ET. No these look human, more like Adonis. Pure and simple sex. So if you could write a first and last time for future characters I would be very much happy. :)

Oh and Please don't forget to vote and comment. You know thats pretty much how this website works. Votes mean everything honestly. :)
Juat a little update on living in Italy. Havent done much. lol. I know boring. but i cant leave the hotel with a baby when im on crutches and by the time my hubby gets home from work its play time with Hunter then dinner time, then bedtime for him. Then its write and read time for me. ;)