Leashing the Alien (Beastly Alien Boss #2) Read Online Ava Ross

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Beastly Alien Boss Series by Ava Ross

Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)


I was hired to tame alien pets, but my beastly alien boss is determined to tame me.
As a pet whisperer, I’ve yet to meet a snarling beast I can’t turn into a purring pussycat. When a billionaire alien living in a castle on an isolated planet posts a job looking for someone to housebreak his pets, I’m confident I can train them to eat out of his hand instead of trying to bite his head off.
My growly boss has two rules. Don’t touch him and remain inside my room at night. The first part’s a challenge, because I have an overwhelming urge to nuzzle his neck and lick his . . . fingers. As for the second, I lie awake all night, struggling to ignore the howls echoing through the barren castle passages.
I might be here to train his pets to walk on a leash, but I’m beginning to suspect there’s a beast in this castle who wants to train me.

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“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to bless Jennifer and Thurston Harold Willington the fifth’s marriage . . .”

I tried to block out the reverend’s words, but they sunk into my skin like battery acid. My cringing glance Thurston’s way showed him grinning at me, horrifying lust in his eyes. The second the vows were spoken; he’d drag me to a bedroom and toss me on a bed. Or he’d throw me to the carpet in the hall outside the chapel and consummate this farce of a marriage.

Behind us, the guests watched raptly. My dad, who arranged this horrifying match between me and Thurston’s family, kept his finger on his wrist com in warning. One wrong move on my part, and electricity would jolt through me. Not enough to knock me out, but enough to show me who was in charge of this situation.

Tears trickled down Mom’s face, probably because what’s happening to me brought back memories of how her and Dad’s relationship started.

Forced marriage was a family tradition, and no one had been able to escape its tight grasp.

Thankfully, my father agreed to my request for an outdoor wedding.

And the inclusion of a friend’s pet doves.

The reverend beamed benignly at me and Thurston before scanning the gathered audience. “If there is anyone here who protests this union, speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

On cue, the doves I’d worked with when my friend first got them flew down the aisle, aiming straight for me and Thurston. I was so grateful, I wanted to cry.

They saw me waiting. And they saw the finger gesture I made, a simple twirl that, to most, would mean nothing. To them, I was asking for the movements we’d practiced.

A pet whisperer, my friends laughingly called me, because I could turn even the most ferocious beast into a tail-wagging pup begging for kisses.

The doves soared up, then split and flew back toward where I waited. While most of the audience cooed in awe, assuming this was part of the service, others stared wide eyed. I held back my grin.

The birds dove toward my father.

He squawked, reeling back with his hands lifting. Titters and shrieks erupted from those gathered, but the birds had only one task in mind: to attack the person holding the controller. I’d practiced this with them for months after my engagement to Thurston was announced. First, I’d used a mannequin, then another friend who thought I was preparing a joke.

The crowd gaped, unsure if they should run or stay to watch the rest of the spectacle.

I kicked Thurston hard in the shin, and he grunted, releasing his hold on my wrist. I ripped away the band strapped to my ankle and flung it toward my father.

Pivoting, I leaped off the dais.

My mother smiled and nodded, and the birds flew toward my friend’s house where she’d collect them and hide them from my father.

Thurston bellowed in outrage as I fled down the aisle. At the end, I darted through the archway ornately decorated with flowers, their cloying scent coating my nostrils.

Inside the tiny building attached to the back of the hotel where I prepared for this horrifying event, I grabbed the bag I’d hidden in the back of the closet. I didn’t stop to change but wrenched open the outer door and raced into the main part of the hotel. I fled across the lobby and out onto the street.

Behind me, pandemonium reigned, but one shout rang out among them all.

“Jennifer,” my father roared.

I didn’t look back but ran down the street, big city buildings towering over me. My father owned three or four of them. I’d lost track. Five, if we counted the one Thurston gifted dear old Dad after he forced me to agree to this farce of a marriage.

Transport craft flew overhead, the hum of their electric engines barely noticeable above the chatter of a wide variety of aliens striding down the walkway around me. Some lived here; others were tourists from distant planets.