Mated To An Extraterrestrial Alpha

Chapter One

Roman's P.O.V

The distinct sounds of metal heating and grinding together envelop my ears as we get ready to take off. My golden eyes glance around the ship.

"Hobs turn on the thrusters and Oscar makes sure the defenses are online and operational.” My low voice echoes around the command deck.

My eyes glance off to the side; taking in a figure leaning against the chrome-colored wall of the ship. There, standing quietly is my long-time friend and Beta Johan. Uneasiness is strewn across his tan chiseled face. His full light pink lips are turned down in a deep frown as his dark golden eyes stare off in front of him; most likely talking with his wolf Samson. Sauntering over I lean against the wall next to him.

“What seems to be troubling you?” I whisper downwards.

Johan's eyes look up into mine.

My 6' 3” tower over his slightly muscular 5' 11” frame. He strains his neck slightly taking in my concerned expression plastered upon my face.

His lips part and a semi-low voice slip out of them. “It's this mission Roman, It doesn't sit well with me.”

A long sigh slips out of my partially opened mouth.

Here we go again. You know it's been this same whiney bull s**t ever since he found out where this mission is. My wolf Luke grumbles out within my head.

I inwardly roll my eyes at Luke as I try to ignore his attitude. He is so not a morning wolf.

“Don't worry. Johan, It's not the first time we are going to a new galaxy and planet.”

My large darkly tanned hand rises and falls lightly upon his stiff shoulder. It lifts and comes down a couple of times in a reassuring pat.

“Yes, but it's the stories about what has happened there that worry me. You should know well of what was said about what befell their inhabitants.”

Another long exasperated sigh escapes my parted light pink lips. My hand falls limply at my side.

“Yes, I am well aware of what the lore says. We grew up hearing it constantly and that's just what it is a story. A story to scare the young pups into not becoming too ambiguous. Plus we have a mission to do and we cannot disobey an order from the High Alpha. Even if he is my father."

With that Johan shuts his mouth tight and slightly nods his head in agreement. He knows well enough of how my father detests failure and insubordination. A couple of minutes pass in complete silence until the door to the command deck slides open.

“Hey Roman, any idea of what we are looking for this time?” Hobs asks as he wipes clean the thruster grease that has covered his long pale fingers.

“My father's Beta and Gamma said that it is something that was buried there right before the said “Freeze” happened. So it's probably deep.”

“So, we are going to be out there for a month then.” A soft voice rings out into the air.

My eyes shift over towards the navigation system. There pressing numerous buttons and twisting nobs is my Delta Quinn.

“Aw, man that f*****g sucks! Hopefully, there will be something to blast or I'll be so pissed!”

I can feel my eyes roll at Oscar as he strides in, all 6 feet of him, carrying a couple of boxes full of alcohol. A long withered sigh leaves my lips as I take in Oscar placing the boxes down next to his medium-sized chrome-colored chair. His long arm extends down into the first box. Why do I get the feeling that I am going to be sighing repeatedly on this mission?

"Didn't I ask you to make sure the defenses are online and operational?” I asked annoyed at the fact that Oscar might be shirking his responsibilities again.

“Already done Alpha. My babies will annihilate any threat that comes our way.” Oscar quickly says before downing the first can of alcohol.

“Shut up and plant your ass you trigger happy f**k. Or else I'll confiscate that alcohol on account of your inability to handle your drink. Which is just sad for a werewolf you know.”

Says William as he smacks the back of Oscar's light brown hair-covered head.

“Ouch! Aren't you supposed to be a doctor?” Oscar grumbles as he lifts a limp lightly tanned hand to rub the back of his sore head.

“Why yes. But not by choice.” William says as he rolls his pale golden eyes.

I glance over at William, our ship's doctor, as he settles down into his designated chair. My eyes run over his lean 6' 2" tall build. Taking in his midnight black shorts on the sides and long on top hair. It ruffles slightly as he shakes his head from side to side. An ever-so-slight blush creeps across his pale cheeks as his eyes keep darting towards Oscar's slouched sitting form.

Another exasperated sigh leaves my now chapped lips. My thick tongue darts out of my lips and slides across them; easing the dry skin ever so slightly. Slowly I make my way over towards my chair that is situated in the middle of the command deck. My stiff body bends and lowers down into the semi-warm chair.

“Alright strap in boys. Quinn, set destination. Quadrant 0946. Ziperian Galaxy. Planet Athenia.”

“Yes, Alpha. The destination is set.”

“Take off in minus 5 seconds!” Johan yells and proceeds to count down.

With a slight rumble, the engine switches on, followed by a crackling noise. The high-pitched noise grows louder as the thrusters heat up. The noise fills our sensitive ears; almost to the point of making someone go mad. Johan finishes his count down and the hanger grows fuzzy. Soon only brightness shines through the long front windows of the ship.

“We have made it safely off of Aphrodite 9 and soon will be out of the Batik Galaxy Alpha.”

“Thank you, Quinn. How long until we reach our destination?”

“It looks like we won't reach the Galaxy until one month. Then it will take another month to get to the planet.”

“That long stuck in here with this drunken ass?” William spat as he points a long finger towards Oscar; who already has gone through most of the first box of alcohol.

The bright green metal cans litter the floor just before his chair.

“Yeah, no thanks. I'm going into hypersleep. Wake me up when we get there and no doing any stupid s**t. I'm not being woken up just to stitch someone up.”

My eyes glance over towards Oscar as I take in him chugging down the last can of the box. Just as I pivot around, soft snores envelop my ears. Shaking my head slowly from side to side. I turn back around and take in Oscar who is slumped down further into his chair fast asleep. Johan walks quickly past me towards Oscar's sleeping form.

“I'm not dealing with this drunkard either. Help me move him into the hypersleep room.”

With a quick nod of the head, I move swiftly to help Johan with this muscle-bound mass of a man.