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  York

  The Vorge Crew – Book Three

  By Laurann Dohner

  York by Laurann Dohner

  Watching his crewmates fall in love has left York craving a female of his own. That’s how he ends up being matched to a Parri female through a service to find bond mates. He’s excited at the prospect when he arrives on planet Relon. Until he actually meets her.

  Betrayed by her government in a bid for alien technology, poverty-stricken human Sara is doomed to be a prince’s sex toy, until she’s rescued on a planet that doesn’t take kindly to slavers. Suddenly free, she’s an outcast on her new home, treated with distrust…by everyone except a gorgeous, kind, huge blue alien. Too bad he’s getting married the next day. His future bond mate is a horrid, abusive woman, and Sara has a way to save them both—she’ll convince York to bond with her instead.

  The Vorge Crew Series List

  Cathian

  Dovis

  York

  Dovis by Laurann Dohner

  Copyright © October 2018

  Editor: Kelli Collins

  Cover Art: Dar Albert

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-944526-96-2

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal, except for the case of brief quotations in reviews and articles.

  Criminal copyright infringement is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000.

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is coincidental.

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  York – The Vorge Crew – Book Three

  By Laurann Dohner

  Prologue

  Two weeks prior – Earth

  Sara was drowning in fear, betrayal, and most of all, shock. Her stomach heaved but at least she didn’t throw up.

  One of the women broke loose from where they stood huddled together and made a desperate dash toward a door on the far side of the building.

  Two muscled military men rushed after her, grabbing her arms. She screamed and flailed, trying to break free.

  A third man in a white coat rushed toward them and jabbed her arm with a syringe. It knocked out the woman fast, and they dragged her limp body away.

  That caused a few other women to panic and make a run for it. They didn’t make it far. They were captured and drugged, too.

  “Remain calm!”

  Sara stared at the old jerk yelling behind the podium. He wore a military uniform with some medals attached. A feeling of hopelessness settled in. Even if she were to run and somehow manage to escape the building where they’d been taken, there would be nowhere to go. The police themselves had collected her from her secretary job.

  It wasn’t a group of criminals who’d stolen her and nineteen other women from their lives. This was a government-sanctioned so-called “program.”

  She’d heard every word the jerk said to explain why they’d been taken from their lives. He’d even shown a few charts on a big screen behind him, as if graphs could somehow make sense of what he was condoning. Women outnumbered men eight to one. Overpopulation had caused massive food and housing shortages. He’d sworn it would only get worse—but they’d come up with a solution.

  “Listen to me,” the jerk yelled. “You’re doing your country and planet a great service.” He cleared his throat, lowering his voice to a normal tone before once more speaking into the microphone. “These aliens will marry you. You won’t be harmed. In exchange, we’ll receive the technology we desperately need to fix our current problems.” A smug expression came over his wrinkled features. “You should feel honored that you’ve been chosen to represent the best our planet has to offer.”

  Sara mentally called bullshit. Oh, they might be trading women for technology, but she’d noticed all the other women who’d been brought in were like her—from the poor district. All of them wore similar low-quality clothing, shoddy shoes…

  They had been picked because, on Earth, no one cared what happened to them.

  Sara glanced at the woman softly crying next to her. “Do you have any family?”

  The brunette sniffed and shook her head.

  “I don’t either,” a woman behind them whispered.

  Just what Sara figured. No one to miss them or raise hell. Her job had probably already replaced her in the hours since she’d been escorted from the buildings. Jobs were scarce, especially in her district. She’d been one of the lucky ones, able to feed herself and pay rent on a crappy, tiny apartment.

  “Let’s go. This way,” another man shouted.

  Sara and the women who hadn’t panicked were led to a door at the back. The sun had gone down in the time since they’d arrived.

  The sight that met them made her whimper.

  A large cargo shuttle waited—and six huge aliens stood at the bottom of a ramp.

  Sara had seen aliens on the news a few times, but in person they were even scarier.

  These beings had bodies that resembled those of humans but their faces were almost fishlike in shape, with large guppy mouths, and instead of hair, they had large fins running along the backs of their heads.

  One of the women in front of her broke into sobs and a guard shoved her forward when she stopped. Sara managed to keep walking. But the urge to flee was strong.

  The aliens had devices around their throats, just above their blue inform collars, and she figured out what they were for when one of them spoke. His voice came from the device, rather than his moving mouth.

  “Board now. No fighting or you regret.”

  A shudder ran down her spine as she was herded aboard. There were cages waiting inside. Each woman was shoved into her own. The cages weren’t big, only four feet wide, maybe five deep, and about six feet tall. An alien slammed the door, locking her in. He stared at her with big watery yellow eyes and made a gurgling sound, maybe laughter, if she were to guess.

  “They tell you to be brides. Lies.”

  She stepped back. “What do you mean, lie? We’re being married off.”

  That gurgling came again. “Sex slaves,” the computerized voice stated from the device at his throat. “Auction take place while we transport and deliver you to buyer at trading planets.”

  She felt like she was about to throw up again.

  The alien moved away, probably informing the other women as he stopped at each of the cages. It seemed to amuse him to see their reactions. A woman down the line from Sara began to shriek.

  Sara sat on the hard floor. There wasn’t a seat, a blanket, anything…and as she studied the space, she was pretty sure the six-inch drain in the corner passed for a bathroom.

  “Oh God,” she whispered, hugging her chest tight, the beginnings of tears sliding down her cheeks.

  The shuttle took off, and she had to grab hold of the bars when it began to shake violently. Then she did get sick, using the hole to empty her breakfast into. Once the ride smoothed out, another alien, this one wearing a holster around his middle, stopped outside of her cage, watching as she wiped her mouth.

  “Stand and face.”

  She hesitated.

  He pulled a metal stick off the holster, waving it. It reminded her of a small version of a cattle prod that she’d seen in movies. His words verified her guess. “I touch you with. It hurt. Get up!”

  She struggled to her feet and stared at him.