by Gabby Dark
I chuckled, and then dipped my head lower and kissed her neck and the underside of her chin. She gasped and arched off the bed. I knew where all of her most sensitive spots were. We’d spent months exploring each other’s bodies. Ever since she became pregnant, her senses had been on high and my aura, being as powerful as it was, responded in kind. It was like she was pulling my energy into her. Into our baby. Into my heir.
Our son would be strong. I knew that much. He would possess the talents of both us. I was an empath by birthright. As a Zunatorian, my aura was difficult to hide. I fed off the emotions of others and either used those same emotions with or against them. And Aurora…she had the blood of witches running through her veins. Although she didn’t practice, I still felt her powers surging whenever we were together. It would only take the right amount of elements and will power for her to tap into her powers, but Aurora preferred spending them with her art. That was fine with me, as long as she was happy. In our offspring, the combination of my gifts and her talents would prove to be powerful.
Once we were skin to skin and naked, nothing was stopping us from coming together. I needed her like I needed every breath I took.
My hands ran along her side, molding to all of her womanly curves until my fingers curved around her ass. I stroked her soft backside until she was moaning and spread wide underneath me.
I could never resist the taste of her. Her breasts were more voluptuous than before, preparing for the arrival of my son. I kneaded her tits and sucked on her nipples until they were swollen.
Her sweet nectar leaked for me and I moved lower to feast on her pussy. Her juices were abundant and flowed freely with each tug of her clit. I rolled my tongue around the little bud, encouraging her to let go.
My moans of satisfaction and her cries of pleasure mingled together. Her body quivered and I held her to my mouth as she climaxed. More of her leaked over my tongue and down my chin. I couldn’t resist taking her while she was still sensitive.
When I rose above her, she wrapped her legs and arms around me. I penetrated her creamy pussy, sinking deep into her heat. She was soaking wet. Her wetness coated my shaft, creating toe-curling friction as I plunged into her over and over again.
Our gazes met and her lips parted. I kissed her screams away, but then I heard her say, “I love you, Vaxar.”
My heart melted and I melted further into her embrace.
“And I love you, Aurora. You had my heart the moment I saw you.”
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I hope you enjoyed the story, Enslaved by the Alpha Warlord. All of the books in this series have been connected so far, and the next book, Given to the Alien Rogue, is Freya’s story. Will Aurora and Freya re-unite? And how exactly did an Earth royal get captured by alien raiders? We’ll also get a glimpse into the lives of characters from the previous books.
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NEXT BOOK: GIVEN TO THE ALIEN ROGUE
She was being groomed to marry her father’s ally as a token of appreciation after allegiances were sworn.
Instead, she was abducted by alien raiders and given to a rogue.
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On Earth, Freya was hated for the things her father stood for.
On the colony of Zunator, she is at the mercy of a warrior who never wanted a mate.
But at auction, one thing is made clear by the alien king: All Zunatorian males must breed.
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Freya's warrior, Hvit’zark, has never touched a human woman before. Whenever he looks at her, his gaze holds such carnal need. His heart is hardened but his touch is like silk. He seduces her into submission and promises to ravage her virgin body. He takes her with reckless abandon. She feels shameful for craving climax after climax at the hands of a beast.
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To Hvit’zark, it becomes clear—Freya is more than just a prize to claim.
To Freya—her alien warrior is more than just a savage without a heart.
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The token and the rogue…
Once sealed, their bond can never be broken.
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Dear readers: This is a sexy SciFi Romance that contains lots of hot scenes, alien warrior action, and steamy romance. This one contains a very dominant and possessive alpha male.
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Given is the third book in a new alien abduction fantasy series by hot new author Gabby Dark. It’s not the last. See what’s up next or what you’ve missed…
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Book 1 Ravished by the Crown Prince
Book 2 Enslaved by the Alpha Warlord
Book 3 Given to the Alien Rogue
PREVIEW: GIVEN TO THE ALIEN ROGUE
She was being groomed to marry her father’s ally as a token of appreciation after allegiances were sworn.
Instead, she was abducted by alien raiders and given to a rogue.
* * *
On Earth, Freya was hated for the things her father stood for.
On the colony of Zunator, she is at the mercy of a warrior who never wanted a mate.
But at auction, one thing is made clear by the alien king: All Zunatorian males must breed.
* * *
Freya's warrior, Hvit’zark, has never touched a human woman before. Whenever he looks at her, his gaze holds such carnal need. His heart is hardened but his touch is like silk. He seduces her into submission and promises to ravage her virgin body. He takes her with reckless abandon. She feels shameful for craving climax after climax at the hands of a beast.
* * *
To Hvit’zark, it becomes clear—Freya is more than just a prize to claim.
To Freya—her alien warrior is more than just a savage without a heart.
* * *
The token and the rogue…
Once sealed, their bond can never be broken.
CHAPTER ONE
Freya
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An orange and red blaze streaked across the sky and then shot downward into the earth. A loud boom erupted across the courtyard, shaking the ground. The sound echoed loudly, alarming everyone on the settlement.
I halted on the sidewalk, and so did Aurora.
“What’s that?” she asked, shielding her eyes from the blinding sun.
“I don’t know. It sounded like a missile.” My fingers trembled as an object hovered above us, creating a huge dark shadow on the ground. I knew something bad was about to happen.
When a second shot landed somewhere near the entry gates, Aurora and I jumped and held each other close. People were screaming. They were going nuts trying to find cover. Everyone jetted this way and that way, afraid that the shots would reach them next.
During the frenzy, Aurora and I got separated from the guards. I looked around for cover. Somewhere underground, maybe, but she kept pulling me toward the gates. Toward freedom. Away from my obligations. Away from the settlement. Away from the tyrant who my father would force me to marry. A tyrant who was more than twice my age.
Something bad had just happened, indeed. The walls that contained the citizens of the North settlement had fallen. People were making a mad dash for the forest, either to safety from the blasts or to freedom.
Suddenly, Aurora broke off from me. I caught her by the wrist for fear that she’d leave me and I’d never see her again. I knew in my heart that our meeting was forced. Her tenure as my maid was for life. I never had any choice in the matter. My father had decided. He was a monster, and he probably hated me just as much as I hated him.
I wasn’t sure how Aurora felt about me, but I thought of her as my friend. My only friend. I promised her that one day I’d work to get her sentence lifted and she’d be released from servitude. I just needed time and a mix of the right circumstances.
“Aurora,” I called out to her. My fingertips held onto hers.
She looked back at the crumbli
ng gates and then at me. She was sad and conflicted. I saw it in her eyes and then suddenly I understood…I understood what she wanted the most. In a sense, she was like me—she wanted to be free.
“Then go…” I finally whispered. My guards were close by, calling my name through the fumes of smoke taking over the settlement.
A breeze rushed between us, bringing clouds of ashes with it. Aurora doubled over and coughed. “You have to understand, Freya. I want to leave. I have to leave,” she said, her eyes wild with apprehension and fear.
“I know,” I told her and then looked back briefly to see if the guards had caught up to us. “Go. Go.”
She took off and my heart dropped. I thought I’d be happy for her. I was happy for her, but for me…I felt nothing. In this place where I was standing, I didn’t feel in control of my destiny.
My feet started moving, taking the same path that Aurora had taken. I didn’t think. I just moved forward. Behind me…there was nothing.
When I reached the place where one of the missiles struck the ground, I looked down. I’d never seen a hole of that size and magnitude before. I was certain that whatever weapon did this was not of this world. I looked up toward the sky. Nothing was clear anymore. The spaceship-looking thing that once hovered above us was gone.
“Lady! Come away from there,” the guard warned me. “Your handmaiden. She is gone. We’ll get her back. Come with me now. I’ll take you to your father.”
I ignored him and stood among the fallen bricks that once made up the walls of the settlement. All around me citizens were frantic, fleeing the city as if their very lives depended on it. As if trying to tell me something, a warm breeze pushed at my ankles.
I turned around and briefly glanced at my family’s estate which sat high on the hill surrounded by tall iron gates. The whole city would be ashes before the morning. Unsurprisingly, the fireballs that rained down from the sky only moments earlier had not touched the home where I once felt trapped. That was too bad.
“Lady? It’s not safe out here. We must get back to the estate.”
I turned around to find a guard directly behind me, holding out his hand.
“I don’t want to go back,” I said quietly. I looked down at his outstretched palm and then turned away. For a moment, his fingers gripped the red cape I was wearing, but I simply shrugged out of the garment and raced out into the unknown.
I didn’t know where I was going. I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, determined to end up in a better position than I was now. People who knew me would laugh at me if I told them I hated what my life had become. I was the daughter of the governor. My legitimacy had been questioned, but still, I was raised as a royal. One of the richest bachelorettes on this side of the nation. But if they only knew…
Wherever I ended up, I’d need a new name if I really truly wanted to be free from my past. Not many would recognize my face because my father had forced me to live such a sheltered life for fear that he could not follow through with his deal if I ventured off the path he set out for me. He was suspicious and untrusting of everyone. His traits had cost him many friendships, and I just knew those same weaknesses had just cost him his settlement. His enemy—I was not sure which—had just attacked. And if his safety were somehow compromised, what good would it do me to go back to the estate anyway? I’d likely be killed on sight.
It didn’t matter now. I was free. I would never look back.
The shrubs and trees got thicker as I made my way through the forest. I ignored the stench of smoke as it filled the atmosphere. The city behind me was burning, but I wasn’t going back there.
I had no idea that my life would change when I got up this morning. When my father told me that my soon to be husband wanted to move the wedding ceremony up by more than a month, I panicked. Even Aurora could not console me.
My lungs burned as I ran. I dragged in breaths of thick, polluted air. Before long, I could barely see two feet in front of me. My eyes watered. Sharp branches snagged at my skin. Leaves whipped across my face. My hair got caught in one too many vines.
I came to an abrupt halt. I had no sense of time or direction. How long had I been running for? I wobbled back and forth and a dizzy spell almost rendered me helpless. I held my arm out in front of me until my fingers touched the trunk of a tree. I used it to hold myself up.
Several voices caught me off guard. Before I could find a place to hide, two young rebels leading a man with a white coat came out into the clearing and spotted me. The man with the white coat was a scientist from the medical lab. I knew because my father took me once to give me a tour. The younger males were rebels. They were wearing cuffs on their upper sleeves that designated them as such.
“Oh no, you don’t,” one of the rebels caught me by the arm when I tried to run off. A third rebel revealed himself and captured my hands behind my back, preventing me from escaping.
“Please, don’t kill me,” I pleaded.
“You’re from the settlement back there,” the rebel claimed, studying my face with morbid curiosity.
“Don’t touch her,” the scientist warned. “You’ll regret it!”
“Shut him up,” the rebel demanded and then circled me like a vulture.
There was a scuffle between the other rebel and the scientist. They ended up on the ground fighting each other.
“Don’t touch her. She’s the youngest daughter of North. A royal. Leave her alone or you’ll most certainly regret it,” the scientist yelled.
I sighed in inward defeat. That scientist had just blown my whole cover.
“Oh really?” The rebel grinned and stopped walking around me in circles. “You don’t look like North. Not one bit.” He propped his hands on his hips and squinted as if trying to decide what to do with me. “We don’t care about royals. Your settlement is burning. North will be dead soon. You’re worth more dead than alive.”
“I won’t be a problem. Please. I just want to leave. I don’t want to go back to the settlement,” I said.
The rebel laughed. “You won’t get off that easily. Let’s see what that weirdo has in his medical bag. Toss it to me.” He caught the scientist’s bag with one hand and started going through the bottles and syringes.
“Hey! Don’t—” The scientist’s protests were brought to a quick halt when the rebel punched him, knocking him out cold.
I struggled as the third rebel held me. “Please. I’ve never done anything. I’m not like my father…”
Nothing I said was taken into account. They already hated me and they didn’t even know me. I was a royal with North blood. That was enough for them to want me dead.
“Aha!” The rebel lifted a glass bottle from the bag. It was half-filled with clear blue liquid.
I shook my head. “Oh, God. Please no.”
“Oh, God. Please no.” The third rebel mimicked me, making me feel less than human. They laughed at me.
The first rebel unscrewed the cap and sniffed the contents. “Doxinide,” he read from the label. “Last year, my little brother was chained up like a dog, shot up with drugs, and taken against his will. He begged these evil lab devils like the one lying on the ground to let him go. They laughed in his face, did what they wanted with him anyway, and took him away. I couldn’t help him. You know why? Because I was paralyzed on the ground, bleeding from the neck. That was the last time I saw him. When I woke up at a sanctuary, I couldn’t remember my name.” He filled the syringe with Doxinide. “But you know what it feels like to be powerless, don’t you? Don’t answer that…I doubt you do.”
“I—”
The rebel thrust the needle deep in my neck, injecting me with the poison. “Don’t worry. You will wake up soon…”
I collapsed to the ground.
CHAPTER TWO
Zark
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I picked up my satchel from the ground and pulled out a canteen. While taking sips of water, I stood on the edge of the cliff and looked up into the sky, which was a radiant or
ange with streaks of gray clouds floating across the distant horizon. Soon, it would be night and it was time to make my way back home.
Zunatorian lands were wide and vast. We were a small nation and so, we only utilized about half of the colony for settling. The other half of the land was left uncharted to preserve natural resources, some that had been multiplying since our ancestors found Planet Zuna thousands of years ago. But we were different from our ancestors. We had evolved. We were hybrids. Technically tri-brids. Man, beast, and alien.
I’d been one of the firsts to learn that our King planned to chart out some new landscapes for settlement. He expected a small increase in the population since a temporary solution was introduced to help our reproduction problem.
An ailment had reached Zuna some time ago that rendered our Zunatorian females unable to bear offspring. Recently, warriors had been sent to Earth to bring back human females of breeding age to help us with our problem. And fortunately…the first group of females brought to our planet were able to conceive and all would be expected to give birth in a matter of months. So, like all the other times we had turned to the Earthlings for help, they proved to be a viable solution yet again.
Our doctors were close to curing our women. Some Zunatorian males were bound to wait either by prior arrangements or other promises. Others would leap at the chance to secure a human mate. And a small percentage, like me, didn’t want the encumbrances that came with having a mate, human or otherwise.
I was supposed to have gone on the last mission—to that dreadful place they called Earth, but it seemed that no one could locate me when the spaceship was ready to take off. I was more than ready to face my punishment when King Crencik learned that I had ditched my post. However, I hadn’t heard a word from the King about the consequences. He’d sent one messenger to give me another mission and that was it. I would do anything for my King, but to take a weak human…? No, I would not. I would face certain death before I did that.
