Shadowed Past (Kindred Tales – The Twisted System #1) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Kindred Tales - The Twisted System Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
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“Ah, well you see, Salacious Delta is mostly a swampland. So we’ve developed this system of floating platforms which are held aloft by wind turbines located around the edges of the platforms,” Shanna explained.

“What happens if you blow a turbine?” Thrax asked, looking interested. “Do you have a redundancy built in so there are others to take up the slack?”

Shanna blinked, looking quite surprised.

“Well, aren’t you a smart boy! Those are some pretty complicated concepts for a male.”

“What?” No they’re fucking not!” Thrax looked annoyed.

“Excuse me?” Shanna’s eyes opened wide and she looked at Andi. “You allow your male-wife to use language like that?”

“Er, you have to excuse Thrax—he’s not used to the Female-led lifestyle yet,” Andi said quickly. “In fact, that’s why we came to Salacious Delta—on Thrax’s home world, all the males are dominant but he wanted to submit to me. So we came here to live the way we wanted to.”

“Ah, I see. Yes, many couples come to us for that reason.” Shanna nodded. “And I think that you’ll find the longer you’re here, the easier your male-wife will find it to submit. That’s because of the Fume. Do you smell it?”

She wafted some of the vapors rising from the swamp below towards Andi’s nose.

Andi breathed in and finally placed the scent.

“Sweet and sour chicken!” she exclaimed. “That’s what it smells like.”

“Excuse me?” Shanna gave her a blank look.

“Oh, sorry—that’s a dish from Earth, my own home world,” Andi explained. “That’s what the air around here smells like—at least to me.” In fact, the scent was making her hungry. It had been a long time since her breakfast bagel.

“Well, I’m glad you like the scent. But the Fume, as we call it, is the result of a certain plant which proliferates in the swamp below us. Once it dies and decays, it releases a mixture of chemicals into the air which is what you smell,” Shanna explained.

“Okay, but how does the scent of sweet and sour chicken help males submit to their wives, er, Queens?” Andi asked, frowning.

“The chemicals in the Fume work on all of us who live here on Salacious Delta,” Shanna explained. “They make females more dominant and they have the curious effect of making anyone with a Y chromosome remarkable biddable.”

“So breathing in the Fume makes males want to submit?” Andi asked, frowning.

“Exactly so.” Shanna nodded. “It’s very helpful for male-wives who still harbor Alpha tendencies. It allows them to let go of their misplaced machismo and just give themselves to their Queens—true submission can be a beautiful thing, you know.”

Andi wanted to point out that if everyone here was just submitting because they’d been drugged, it wasn’t really a “true submission” but she didn’t want to offend their guide.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it,” she said, casting a quick glance at Thrax—who still didn’t look a bit submissive to her.

She wondered if the chemicals in the Fume would work on the two of them—that would be weird. She’d never thought of herself as particularly dominant—though she had to be to a certain degree, she supposed, to make it in her male-dominated profession. There weren’t that many women who were police officers or detectives—she’d been working Vice before she came up to the Mother Ship to become a Special Agent in the WLA.

Not that she objected to playing the dominant in their current roles—it was kind of sexy to be in charge—but Thrax was anything but submissive. Right?

Unbidden, the image of the big Hybrid kneeling at her feet as she put on his elaborate eye-makeup popped up in her mind’s eye. The drugged look on his face and the way he’d said, “Yes, Mistress.” What was that all about?

“—right this way to the residence of Queen Pantyitch Tieradaughter,” Shanna said and Andi realized she might have missed something the other woman was saying.

“She must be a very important person,” she said to cover, as Shanna led them down a long white, floating bridge that connected the landing platform to an even larger floating area which seemed to be some kind of public park. It had many twisting trails that went through large areas filled with potted plants and trees, some of them flowering with vivid orange and blue blossoms.

“Oh, Pantyitch is the head of our Ruling Collective,” Shanna explained, nodding. “She’s a very esteemed member of the community.”

“This Ruling Collective—is it made up entirely of women?” Andi asked curiously.

“Well, naturally.” Shanna laughed. “You can’t expect males to have the sense to rule—or to want to bother their heads about anything as complicated as government! Why, their only job should be to cook and keep the house clean and to look handsome for their Queen. Isn’t that right, Rux, my sweet?” she asked, turning to her male-wife, who was trailing two steps behind her—just as Thrax was walking behind Andi.


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