The Alien's Revenge: A SciFi Alien Warrior Romance (Drixonian Warriors Book 4)
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“Like a team,” Val said. “I get it. Sax and I wouldn’t have survived what we did without working together. I suspected you had impaired vision.”
“Your damn nurse skills,” I mumbled.
“You should have told us,” Frankie said.
“I know, and I’m sorry.”
“Don’t keep shit like that from us again,” she nudged me with her shoulder.
The doorway darkened, and I glanced up to see Drak leaning against the frame. Daz, Ward, and Sax stood behind him.
Drak glanced around the room a little anxiously. I knew he still didn’t like a lot of people in a small space. I waved him inside and opened my mouth to ask how he was doing when I caught sight of a familiar color on his arm.
I gasped, and Drak froze. I leaped out of bed and grabbed his arm, holding it out at his side as I took in the brand-new red Night Kings tag wrapped around his bicep. “Wait, what’s this? Are you … are we…?”
Drak smiled, and his aura shone bright and strong. There was no smoke, no hesitation. Just pride and happiness. “I am a Night King.”
That was all he had to say. I knew he meant it. I squealed like a little girl as claps and cheers erupted around the room. I threw myself into his arms and he spun me around. When my feet finally returned to the ground, I looked around me. Frankie lounged on my cushion with a proud Daz rubbing her belly. Ward hugged Reba, while Sax nuzzled Val’s neck. Justine, Tabitha, and Naomi beamed at Bazel while Anna tickled her.
“Miranda,” Daz said.
“Yeah?” I turned to find him sitting against our wall, his legs stretched out in front of him with Frankie’s head in his lap. His fingers sifted through her long hair. “If you’re willing, I’d like to talk to you about a better judgement system. I don’t want what happened to Drak to happen again. I admit that I don’t have the skills in that area that you do. Would you work with me?”
Drak’s aura nearly burst with pride. My own chest puffed out a few inches. “I’d love to, Daz.”
Frankie beamed at him and shot me a wink.
“Was this your idea?” I asked her.
“Nope,” she answered. “All Daz.”
“I already have some suggestions,” I said to Daz.
He smiled. “I look forward to hearing from you.”
“Great, well that time is not now. Everyone out, even the little one. I have some celebrating to do with my man. Alone.”
There were a few grumbles, but eventually they all filed outside. When the door shut behind them, I sighed. There were times I didn’t think I’d have a room full of my friends. I wouldn’t take it for granted.
Arms wrapped around me from behind, and Drak’s lips tickled my ear. I closed my eyes and leaned into his embrace. “Are you sure about staying?”
“My place is here. As a Night King warrior,” he said. “Daz has given me my scouting assignment back. When you were gone … I wouldn’t have gotten you back. Not without them. Not without the Night Kings working together.”
I turned in his arms. “You have made me so happy.”
“I’m glad,” He smiled. “Because you, my bloom, have given me my life back.”
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If you missed reading about Daz and Frankie, you can get their story in The Alien’s Ransom. Sax and Valerie’s story is in The Alien’s Escape. Ward and Reba’s story is The Alien’s Undoing.
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The Alien’s Savior
Excerpt from Chapter One of
THE ALIEN’S SAVIOR
Gar
She sat with her back to me, her bare skin glowing in the first rays of the morning sun, as she brushed her hair. The ends of her shining dark locks touched the top of her heart-shaped ass. In a moment she’d stand, and I’d get a full view of that perfection before she slipped her short pants on.
I hated those clothes. I’d spend all day sneering at them, wishing I had the honor of shredding them with my fangs and burying my face in the sweetness of her cunt.
Of course I’d never get that honor, and I shouldn’t. Especially because of this, standing in the shadows outside her window every morning, watching her like a flecking wretch.
I didn’t want to do it, but yet this was where my feet led me. I couldn’t function without seeing Naomi every morning, hearing her quiet voice as she talked to herself. I had worn a groove in the dirt beside her room with my boots from spying on her. My brother always said I was stealthy for my size, and I’d never cared more than now, when I could use that skill to get a glimpse of the one thing I wanted the most in this world. Well, that and the head of every Uldani on a spike. And it was flecked up that I was more likely to get the latter.
I could not bind Naomi to me. Not that I thought Fatas would ever gift me with a mate, but if she somehow did, no way could I let Naomi see the flecked up shit in my head. I didn’t even want to see it, and I lived with it every day. No, I wanted my Naomi sweet and unblemished from my darkness. She was better off without me.
Just then, she rose, and I inhaled as I caught a glimpse of her lean legs. She was tiny, the smallest of the human females, with big round eyes, tiny brown dots splashed across her face, and gleaming hair that swirled around her waist. Her breasts were large, and I’d heard her complain to the other females about the lack of a proper bra, which I understood as a sort of support for her breasts. I preferred to watch them swing free beneath her shirts.
She angled her body and I caught a glimpse of one pink peaked nipple. My mouth watered. My cock thickened in my pants, but I didn’t touch it. The pain of no release was not even close to what I deserved for this.
If she just moved her leg…there. Just a glimpse, but it would fuel me for many rotations, probably the rest of my life. Her cunt, covered in a patch of dark curls. I ached to get closer, to kneel at her feet and worship her as she deserved. But she deserved that from someone else. I better male. With a clean mind. Like Xavy or Nero.
I growled thinking of them touching her, and she jerked. As her head turned toward the window, I ducked out of the way with a muffled curse.
I didn’t wait to see if she’d seen me. It didn’t matter now. This was the last time I’d watch her. The last time I’d torture myself with what I couldn’t have.
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Acknowledgments
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Thank you so much to Natasha Snow, my cover designer, who continually inspires me with her amazing work. This series might not have ever gotten off the ground without her amazing covers!
Thank you to Del for the thorough edits. I appreciate you working with me during the craziness that is homeschool and quarantine!
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About the Author
Ella Maven is the pen name for a multi-published USA Today Bestselling author who decided to finally unleash the alien world that had been living in her head for years. (Is that weird? Probably). Her books feature dominant, possessive aliens who are absolutely devoted to their humans.
She lives on the East Coast with her completely normal husband and two spawn who sure seem alien some days.
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