Claiming His Human Read online Jenika Snow (Rogues #1)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rogues Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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He’d never hurt her, never even dream of it. This part of him he hadn’t even known existed rose up for this human. He wanted her to be happy, desperately, and he’d make sure he did that, make sure she grew to care for him, trust him.

He could worry about everything else later.

10

Greta was on her back in the bed, her gaze on the ceiling, and the sound of silence all around her. Since leaving the dining area where Tolcan had held her up against the wall, she’d not been able to think about anything else. She wanted to leave, or at least she should want to leave more than she felt right now.

She’d been here for such a short time, and she missed her family and Jayce, and didn’t know what was in store for her. The only thing she did know was Tolcan, the Rogue male that terrified her on so many levels, could have taken her against her will sexually more than once. But he hadn’t.

Yes, he’d taken her from her home, from her family, kept her captive here, but he hadn’t hurt her. He wasn’t even in the same room as she was, but she also knew a Rogue didn’t sleep more than a few hours a night. Greta didn’t know if he’d keep his word about not raping her, but for some strange reason she believed him. He didn’t have to tell her, promise her anything.

But he had, and for some reason she was grateful to him for that. She shouldn’t feel anything but hatred for the Rogue, but God, he seemed so different from the Rogue males she’d witnessed in her life.

She stared at the door, knew he was out there, maybe contemplating what he’d do with her, and she wished she were stronger, could defend herself more. He fed her, clothed her, even let her bathe in privacy. He gave her this room, and so far didn’t force her to do anything. A part of her wondered if this was a trick, of course, but she had this feeling it wasn’t. What point would he have to try to convince her of anything? Tolcan could easily overpower her, didn’t need to lie to placate her, and that was why everything was so confusing.

What am I going to do?

She breathed out and closed her eyes, rubbing her hands along her face. Greta would just have to play everything by ear, and take one day at a time. Who knew, Tolcan might actually be different from all the other Rogues she’d heard about and experienced, and if he was maybe he could help her find her family, even help her get Jayce back?

11

Two days later

Two days had passed since Greta was taken back to Tolcan’s home, and although it was strange even knowing how much time had gone by because there were devices on his wall telling her the day of the week, the hour, minute, even second, she felt this sense of great loss. Technology had never been part of her life. There were humans in her underground world that worked on things, items that were, to them, technologically advanced.

There were gadgets that could sometimes pick up on a Rogue’s transmission, and an electrical charge that was sent off from the wrist devices they used. But in her camp they didn’t have such things, or someone clever enough to create one. It didn’t matter anyway, because it wouldn’t have stopped the chain of events.

Greta thought about Jayce, about where he was, and told herself she’d ask Tolcan, see if maybe things could be different. She loved everyone in her camp, but Jayce had always been there for her, been like a big brother. If she could save just one person from a horrible fate she’d want to at least try.

She stared at Tolcan from across the table, feeling uncomfortable at the fact that she saw him as more of a man and not so much as this awful beast intent on corrupting her. Since her time here he’d never once tried to touch her inappropriately, never demanded she degrade herself, and a guilty part of her hated the fact that she felt comfortable at times around him.

He was still this brooding, menacing alien male that watched her like he was about to lose it, just pounce right on her. But he controlled himself, was almost sweet to her, in a rough, hard kind of way. Greta also hated herself for not trying to leave, but searching the house, having freedom to check out what she liked, proved she really was stuck here.

The doors, windows, even the drawers in the kitchen were also touch sensitive. They’d only open when Tolcan placed his hand on this metal pad, and then it lit up and unlocked the device.


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