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  The Aledan

  PSION

  The Aledan Series Book 1

  Christine Myers

  GTQ LLC

  Orlando, Florida

  Copyright © 2017 by Christine Myers

  Based on the book originally published under ASIN: B011FFALWK

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, without prior written permission.

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  Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.

  The Aledan PSION /Christine Myers -- 1st ed.

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  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  Excerpt from OLTARIN

  Excerpt from Abduction 2140 Chapter One

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER ONE

  "Michelle!" Hankura had been thrashing around for quite some time before he bolted upright in his bed. His heart was pounding, and his body was soaked with sweat. He groaned softly and tried to catch his breath.

  His roommate stirred in the bed across the room and roused as he sensed Hankura's agitation. "You dreamed about her again, didn't you?"

  Hankura nodded his head. "It was more than a dream, Casir. She needed me. I felt her needing me, and I wasn't there. She nearly died. We were in limbo, and I touched her soul. Then she found the will to live," he murmured. "I didn't want to let her go."

  "How long has it since you first mind-linked with her?"

  "Almost twenty years standard." Hankura sighed.

  "Then Mesgar must have been right. She is your psi-mate."

  Hankura shook his head. "That’s the only explanation that makes any sense."

  "That’s why you’re the only one who feels her in your dreams light years away. That only happens with psi-mates," Casir said. "Carianne believed it, you didn’t renew, and she left.”

  "I kept telling myself psi-mating was just a myth dreamed up by that madman Malkan."

  "Maybe Malkan was crazy, but the prophet Narcaza wasn't. He was your own ancestor, and he believed it," Casir pointed out. "Mesgar believes it, too."

  "Space! I have to go there and find her, Casir. I could feel her reaching out to me as she was dying. I didn't want her to die. She wanted me to help her heal her brother, too. But she was too weak. If I'd pushed her too hard, she would have died, too, trying to save him. I had to break contact because I couldn't stand her pain. Her brother is dead now, and she's all alone. I promised to get her out of there a long time ago. I'm afraid she might not make it until I get there. I've got another two years in the program, and I don't know how long she can stay alive without Jerry to help her. Half the time she thinks I lied to her, and half the time she doesn't think I'm real. I feel her pain, Casir, I feel her despair like she's part of me."

  "Because she is. I feel your dilemma," Casir empathized. "What are you going to do?"

  "Take a bio-chip implant for the last two years," he said. The computerized organic implant would feed information directly into his brain over a period of three months. By taking the last two years of medical school through a biochip, he could leave Velran with his physician's certification in three months.

  "But, can you handle the headaches, Hankura?" Migraines were a side effect of such implants, which is why most students didn't use them.

  "I know it can be pretty painful, but I can't wait any longer. I have to find Michelle before those barbarians kill her. Maybe once I know she's safe, I can get on with my life."

  "Only if you include her in your plans."

  "I don’t have a choice because I can't live in constant fear for her life anymore."

  "Care to make a small wager? Say 50,000 chips that you two are psi-mated?" Casir grinned.

  "I don't think so. I don't like the odds."

  "Ah, so you are beginning to believe it."

  Hankura shrugged. "Maybe I am."

  After three months’ preparation, Hankura was ready to leave on his journey. Casir went with him to the hangar at the Velran Starport to see him off in the Mran spacecraft that was waiting to be launched.

  "It sure is a beauty," Casir said, admiring the sleek triangular shaped craft.

  "At a million chips, it ought to be. It's nearly new."

  The two men stood looking at the silver and blue craft in silence. Hankura was dressed in a shiny silver flight suit, and Casir wore a loose-fitting white suit that was currently fashionable among human males on Velran.

  Casir spoke finally after a long silence. "You remember the first few days after you got here when I wouldn't even talk to you?"

  "Yes." Hankura grinned wryly. "I was ready to choke you just so you would say something. I didn't know what you were trying to do because you were so good at blocking everybody."

  "Well, when you came walking into our quarters that day, I had a feeling we could be good friends. I didn't want that. I knew that one day you and I would be standing here like this, and I'd be losing my best friend.

  "You were lucky, Hankura. Your parents sent you here because they thought they were doing you a favor---even if you didn't think so at the time. My family sent me here with 5 million chips and said don't come back. That was pretty hard to take . . .."

  "I know," murmured Hankura. "It took me awhile to figure that out." He paused. "You know you could come, too."

  Casir shook his head. A stark contrast to the Aledan, Casir was as fair as Hankura was dark with platinum hair and amber eyes. The Aledan held his gaze, studying those familiar features.

  "I've done a lot of crazy things in my life, but going to Earth with you after some dream girl is not going to be one of them . . .. Besides, with you gone, someone will have to console Jana and Delara. It might as well be me." Casir grinned suddenly.

  Hankura grinned, too. "They always liked you better anyway--"

  "--Except for Carianne until she realized that Michelle kept flashing in my mind when we were having sex. It wasn’t like I could control it, it just happened. I would never have hurt her like that on purpose," Hankura shrugged. "I loved Carianne. But I feel like Michelle is wrapped around my soul. Mesgar said I had best learn to accept the mind-link because I can't change it."

  "My sympathies, friend.”

  "This could be the best thing that ever happened to me or the worst." Hankura sighed. "Going to Earth these days is an effective way to get myself killed. It scares the hell out of me, but, I know I'll never have any peace until I find her."

  Casir swallowed hard. "What happens if you do find her? You're not planning to stay on Earth, are you?"

  "Certainly not! I promised my parents two years ago I'd return to Aledus after I finish here."

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p; "Oh yeah. I remember you arguing back and forth about that for months on the com. I thought you finally decided not to go."

  "Mother changed my mind. It meant so much to her, I didn't have the heart to refuse her again. But that doesn't mean I'll stay forever. What about you? What are your plans?"

  "I'll let you know when I decide. ...if I can find you."

  "I'll leave word with my family . . . if I make it back to Aledus."

  "You will. I have faith in you." Casir held out his hand, not fooling his friend at all. Casir was worried. Earth was a dangerous place ever since the Procyon Wars. This might really be the last time they ever saw each other.

  They both knew it.

  Hankura shook Casir's hand and turned to board the ship. He stopped abruptly and turned back to embrace his friend, briefly. No more words were necessary. After one last look into Hankura's dark green eyes, Casir nodded, and Hankura turned without looking back to board his ship. Casir watched the hatch close behind him then turned and left the hangar.

  Although he couldn't watch Hankura go, he was glad he had finally accepted Hankura's friendship. The Aledan was the best friend he would ever have.

  The glaring sun warmed the freshly turned earth as Michelle knelt planting her seeds in the small groove she had just made in the dirt with her fingers. She paused in her work for a moment to brush at the perspiration beading on her forehead. Her stomach growled with hunger, and she glanced over her shoulder toward her cabin and then out over her garden patch. Some tiny seedlings were already sprouting in the rows she planted a few weeks ago. One more row and she would be finished planting for the season. Then she would eat and maybe cool off in the nearby stream while she washed off the dirt and sweat.

  The moon signs were right according to talk she had overheard from some farmers at the farm market. She was counting on a harvest big enough to sustain her through the harsh winter snows---if the scavengers roaming the mountains didn't come along and steal from her like they had from those farmers that complained at the market.

  Of course, she wouldn't have to worry about surviving the hard mountain winter if she hadn't left Berke's protection months ago. Berke had rescued her from a gang fight about a year before Jerry was killed. She didn't understand why he had helped her at first, but Jerry knew. Berke wanted her. It was as simple as that. Because he had saved their lives, Michelle believed she owed him. He could be very pleasant and charming when he wanted to, and it was nice for a while to be protected and cared for. In return, she gave him what he wanted from her---her body and a certain degree of affection. She even had begun to care for him until he started playing his sadistic little games with her.

  Sometimes he was tender and loving, other times, he would make her play perverted sex games that went way beyond a little BDSM. It was torture. The man was like two people. Michelle soon came to fear and hate him. She left him, but he sent his thugs to bring her back. Berke rewarded them with a night of raping her.

  Jerry rescued her two days later. "I'm going to kill him!" Jerry swore after he saw her bruised and swollen face and the tormented look in her eyes. No, Jerry. He'll expect you to do something like that. Maybe it's what he wants, so he will have an excuse to kill you. I'd like nothing better than to kill that scum, but we wouldn't have a chance against his thugs with only daggers for weapons," Michelle cried. "I just want to get out of here. Please!"

  Jerry hugged her and let her cry for a while until he figured out how they could escape. They stole one of Berke's hovercrafts and abandoned it a few kilometers from his compound, then went into hiding. When she recovered, Jerry taught her how to fight more effectively. Her new skills had come in handy more than once, but Jerry's death taught her that she still had much more to learn.

  And sometimes, it was better to run. Michelle wished she and Jerry had run that day.

  Michelle had spent most of the day digging out all the plants growing between her neat straight rows. It was nearly sunset, and she was tired, hungry and thirsty. But she forgot her discomfort as she raised her eyes to the clear, blue sky. For one brief moment, she remembered the dirty and frightened little girl that crouched in the alley alone that rainy night. Sometimes, that little girl was too much a part of her.

  As she scanned the sky, Hankura's promise whispered itself into her mind again. She shook her head, trying to deny the memory. She couldn't. She wanted to run and hide, but instinct told her there was no place on Earth to escape his beckoning.

  I’m coming for you, Michelle, I’m coming… And I will be there soon.

  Jed Rankin pored over the readout data, again and again, searching desperately for the information Berke demanded. It just wasn't there. The tiny Mran spacecraft had vanished from the screens less than a minute after he'd given the Aledan pilot ground clearance.

  Jed realized belatedly he never should have shot his big mouth off in the first place---especially not to Evans. The little bastard had run straight to Berke with the news. Now he was in a helluva mess. If he didn't come up with the information Berke wanted, the Overlord would see that he lost his job at Farringay Starport. Then how would he take care of Marla and the kid?

  At least he'd warned Hankura, which was probably why the Aledan's tiny blip had disappeared so quickly from the scanner screens. Jed shook his head and nervously smoothed back his thinning red hair. Berke sure as hell didn't know what he was asking. That tiny Mran could have veered off in any of a thousand different directions from after the scanners had stopped picking it up.

  Jed pursed his lips and frowned at the screen again. Just why was one Mran so important to Berke? Tiny ships like that slipped by the scanners all the time. Often their pilots never bothered to ask for ground clearance. Immigration hardly bothered with them so, why should he? None of the ships stayed long, and there wasn't much damage they could do to the Earth that hadn't been done during the Procyon Wars. In 800 years, the mother world of humanity had not yet recovered.

  Little hairs on the back of his neck prickled, and Jed straightened up in his seat at the forbidding shadow that fell over his workstation.

  "Well?" Berke demanded. "Did you find it?"

  "N-not exactly," Rankin stammered nervously, trying to decide whether to call this well-known cut-throat 'sir.' Fine clothes and smooth manners couldn't change what he really was. "I can only assume that the craft probably held to its course and landed somewhere in the mountains east of here. If not, then I really can't help you Mister Berke."

  Berke glowered at the cringing man for a moment and satisfied himself that the little weakling was telling the truth.

  "The mountains, eh?" he repeated, and a sardonic grin creased his rugged face. "Thanks, Rankin."

  Berke turned without another word and swaggered out of the dispatch room. When the door whooshed closed behind him, Rankin sighed in relief, mopping his brow with a handkerchief. Berke was the last person in this part of the world a man would want to antagonize. Those who crossed him usually didn't get a second chance . . ..

  As Redmyn Berke left the starport complex, he went out to the nearby hover station and climbed into his auto-piloted hovercraft.

  "Did you learn anything?" Bart asked eagerly when Berke slid onto the seat across from him and his partner Mason.

  "Yes." Berke nodded tersely to the thugs and reached for a drink from the dispenser to his right. "How would you and Mason like to pay a visit to my little Michelle again?"

  "What?" Bart's mouth dropped open. "I thought you had her wasted."

  "She got away." He paused with a frown then his expression grew smug. "That Rankin thinks the Mran might have landed in the mountains. Michelle is there. Perhaps she has seen or heard something . . . And even if she hasn't, I decided I want her back. Bring her." Berke paused and met their eyes each, in turn, an ominous warning of his own. "No games like before. I don't want either of you screwing her. She's mine! Don't hurt her."

  "But I thought . . . " Mason began stupidly.

  "Yeah--well, you thought wrong,"
Berke retorted and swallowed the contents of his glass. The fiery liquid burned all the way down, filling his treacherous gray eyes with moisture. "I just thought she needed a lesson," he muttered and reached to fill his glass again. "She's mine. You'll just have to settle for your cut after we sell the Mran. A few more of those handy little ships and we'll have Wingale as well as Farringay in our conglomerate. Then, who knows?"

  Berke pressed for two more glasses of whiskey and passed them to Bart and Mason. "Drink up, gentlemen. We must make plans.”

  CHAPTER TWO

  Hankura came to her in her dreams like many times before, but the pull was so much stronger now. I’ve come for you, Michelle… Just as I promised when we touched minds as children. We are meant to be together…

  He took her into his arms and held her close, with her face pressed against his shoulder, and he caressed her hair, kissing the top of her head. His body was strong and warm pressed to hers. His erection pressed into her belly and she sucked in her breath as desire throbbed in her core. Despite what she had been through with Berke’s men, the soothing tenderness that flowed directly into her mind told her she had nothing to fear from this man.

  He told her without words how he wanted to pleasure her body and fill her with his hard cock, how he could drive her to ecstasy when they joined together as one. She raised her eyes to his. She saw passion and tenderness as well as felt it like an incoming tide of emotion echoing through her mind.

  His kiss seemed to electrify her whole body with sensation, causing her to press her body against his, wanting more of him. She wanted to feel his skin against hers, and his cock thrust deep inside her to soothe the aching emptiness.

  Then the dream changed and they were in bed together naked on a soft, silky sheet. Hankura was on her and in her, thrusting in and out of her in a hard, easy rhythm that felt so exquisite that she uttered a cry of pleasure with each driving lunge. It was so real she could feel his weight on top of her and the delicious friction of his muscular chest against her erect nipples.