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  RAVISHED BY THE CROWN PRINCE

  ZUNATORIAN WARRIORS

  Gabby Dark

  Contents

  Zunatorian Warriors

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  VIP Invitation

  Newsletter

  About the Author

  Zunatorian Warriors

  Ravished by the Crown Prince (Anik and Ryleigh) <—You are reading a sample of this.

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  Book Summary

  A rebel and a crown prince...

  She is captured to be punished.

  He is bound by his duty.

  Their missions may not align

  but their chemistry is out of this world.

  Ever since the territories were divided, Ryleigh has been a rebel: an activist against the current regime.

  After her group is captured, they’re put on trial for their crimes.

  Ryleigh is labeled as salvageable and carted off to a lab with a group of other women. But the research facility is not where she ends up.

  Instead, she’s abducted from Earth by huge alien warriors and marked as a breeder. This has to be some kind of mistake.

  Anik is the crown prince of Zunator. He has conquered more than he has lost. But some fights cannot be won on the battlefield.

  A stubborn ailment has rendered more than half of the Zunatorian females unable to conceive. Now his people are in a race against time to save themselves.

  All male Zunatorians must breed. His title doesn’t excuse him. He will take a woman.

  When Ryleigh is taken by the seven feet tall telepathic alien man, he comes off as a rude, arrogant, obnoxious prick. He doesn’t deserve to be so handsome, let alone the heir apparent of his colony. In her attempts to defy Anik, her body betrays her, responding in carnal ways that defies logic. Lying about what she wants is futile. He is hard to resist. Taking him for her pleasure becomes second nature.

  A rebel…

  And a crown prince…

  Who will win their mission?

  Or will the mission be overridden by the desire to accept love?

  Dear readers: This sexy sci-fi romance contains lots of steamy scenes, loads of thrilling action, and, in the end, heart-warming romance. I hope you like your aliens alpha and your heroines strong and sassy. Ravished is the first book in a new alien abduction fantasy series by hot new author Gabby Dark, but it won’t be the last.

  Chapter One

  Ryleigh

  “Salvageable. Take her to the labs!” The man with the gray mustache pointed at me and then scribbled something on his pad. He continued on down the line, evaluating and pointing. Picking and choosing like we were products on a shelf.

  There were thirteen of us. More women than men. All lined up like cattle. Our crimes varied.

  Rebellion against our current regime.

  A threat to the evil leaders we opposed.

  Or just a nuisance to the fucked-up society in which we lived.

  I was accused of all three. My punishment was handed down to me swiftly.

  Now the scientists would use my body in any way they pleased, in the name of medical research for all the diseases and ailments that plagued what remained of the human population following the disaster.

  I’d probably never see the light of day again. Men and women who went in the labs, never came out. Spies had reported bodies taken away from the facilities and disposed of in wastelands or cremated in the fiery pits in the land of Ever Burning.

  At least I would die knowing that I fought tirelessly for my people in the hopes that we would one day break free from the tyrannical reign of a heartless, greedy dictator. We were close to a victory. The nation’s ruler knew it, which was why so many of us were put to death upon being captured.

  Thirteen sentences were issued. Five of us were labeled as salvageable while eight others were yanked away in chains. By the cries and pleas coming from their mouths, I knew they’d been marked to be executed. Maybe they were lucky. Five of us would be subject to endless torture while the others would be given a swift death.

  Yet, I estimated that half of them would make a final plea for their lives, trading information about my former rebels and our future plans. By that time, my people would be gone from their camps. After every capture, our group would always move out and make camp elsewhere, because there was always a chance that one of the captured would rat us out.

  It was over for me now. I’d done my duty and now it was time for me to face my punishment, whatever that might be.

  All five of us were shoved back into the van. Interestingly enough, we were all women. One of the girls scrambled to the back of the van and began crying hysterically when the door was slammed shut. She wasn’t part of my group, so I figured she was just another outcast who’d fled from her home and gotten caught somehow. There were more groups like that, almost like ours. Many of our nation’s citizens escaped the walls of their assigned settlements to live off the grid. Free from unjust and sometime inhuman laws.

  “Ryleigh, what will they do to us?” Andara whispered, huddling close to me. She was a rebel just like me.

  “I don’t know,” I said back. “Be strong, Andara. Help will come soon.”

  “This is one step back. We shouldn’t have gone so far out. Rathian will never come for us. We’re just casualties in his war against Canon.”

  I sighed. She was right. The leader of our rebel group would not come with the sole purpose of getting us back. The only way he would come was if they were ready to play out the attack and assassination on Dictator Canon. With our group’s location compromised, I doubted that would be any time soon.

  “They will not kill us. Not so soon. They would’ve done so already. You must fight for your freedom now, Andara. You’re smart. Use your head. Fight or die trying.”

  She grabbed my hand and squeezed.

  We had one more chance to break free. Something I’d learned long ago as a girl when my mother forced me to flee our settlement to join the rebel group was that nothing was impenetrable. Nothing.

  Chapter Two

  Ryleigh

  We must’ve been riding for hours. Or maybe it just felt like that. I felt lethargic, sickened by the exhaust fumes seeping in through the cracks. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had already poisoned us with something to make us weak. No matter how much I fought it, I kept drifting in and out of sleep.

  Andara had her head leaned on my shoulder, snoring away like a baby. Hell, she was only two years younger than me. Eighteen. She was just a kid. But in today’s society, the legal age of consent was now fifteen. Young boys were forced to register with the nation’s capital forces. Young girls were stripped from their homes and dispersed to other settlements where they were forced to fend for themselves. The poor ones, like me, were given no choice.

  The van jerked forward suddenly, causing all of us to plummet straight to the back of the van. My head hit something hard and I crashed down on my side, bending my arm in the most unnatural position possible. I tasted blood in my mouth and realized that I’d bitten my tongue.

  The girls in the van were frantic. It was darker now than before. Day had turned into night. I could
feel it in the air.

  “Oh my God!” Andara screamed and pointed.

  One of the girls lay dead in the middle of the van. Her eyes were still open, looking upward. I looked around to find my bearings, realizing that the van was turned over on its side with us still inside.

  Something was going on outside. Frantic voices. Scuffling on the ground. The sound of gunshots.

  Something clouded my vision and I rubbed my eyes. When I opened them again, smoke and chemical fumes were everywhere. All of us began coughing. One of the girls banged on the door, demanding to be let out.

  Suddenly the back door was yanked off its hinges. We all stared out into the silent night, scared out of our minds.

  At first, no one came to the door. The mist that had clouded up the interior flooded outside and spilled into the night air. My lungs filled with fresher air, confirming that we were probably being slowly poisoned. I could still feel the effects of the chemical taking hold of me.

  Something big and fast whipped in front of the van.

  There were more shots. Gunshots. Something cried out like an animal in distress.

  I heard the familiar sound of someone gurgling on fluid, probably blood. And then the sickening crunch of bone.

  Something else skittered past.

  A series of white laser beams followed him—or it.

  Then a scream…

  “Holy shit!” one of the girl’s breathed and began taking cautious steps to the back of the van.

  One of the drivers wearing a white suit ran up to the van. His eyes were wide with fright. His face was stark white. He held a weapon in his hand. Not just any weapon. It looked strange—almost like some superior tech I’d always heard about when my rebel friends told stories about the nation’s army.

  It looked like the driver was trying to join us to seek safety with us, but he failed.

  A dark figure came up behind him, plunged his hand right through his chest, and extricated his heart. He fell on the floor, twitched, and then went deathly still.

  What remained standing was a seven-foot-tall statue-like man with a beating heart still grasped in his hand. Maybe I was hallucinating, but I couldn’t tell if the big beast in front of me was a man…or a monster. It had human-like features. A broader forehead. Thick neck and shoulders. Muscles were well-defined. Even his veins were prominent. The body was sculpted to a “T”.

  Aside from a strip of fabric tied around his left arm and strange shoes, it was wearing nothing but a loin cloth. It—he was certainly different. His skin was a muted dark gray color, but every vein in his body seemed to jolt and spark like electricity. Blue circuits of it going haywire with each rise and fall of his chest. Its eyes were the same electric blue as its veins. I almost wondered if someone shot it, would it bleed blue?

  It. No. Not it. This was a man, but something more.

  He dropped the still heart on the ground.

  More of these big electric creatures came up behind the first. They were all similar in physique. All of them were big and broad. They all had the same muted dark gray skin. The other four had electricity of a different color running under their skin. Two red. One yellow. And the last one, a stark white. None of them were as striking as the creature with blue circuits who plunged into a man’s chest with his bare hand and yanked out his heart.

  The one with the yellow circuits dragged the body of one of the drivers and sent it gliding across the floor to halt near our feet. There was a rope around his neck, and he was pale and stiff.

  Andara screamed. The sound of it was high-pitched like the siren of death. Except for the dead girl already lying in the middle of the van, we all crammed together in the corner.

  “Shut up…human!” one of the creatures commanded.

  Andara squealed.

  The creatures communicated among themselves. The language was foreign. Not a word could be recognized. Something caught their attention outside the van. I heard tires screeching across the asphalt. All but two—one of the red-veined creatures and the white-veined one—remained behind while the other three rushed outside.

  Who were these men? They looked like cave men…from outer space.

  Aliens…

  I gasped. Before I could confirm what I suspected, the tallest woman lunged for the weapon of the dead heartless man and opened fire. Chaos ensued. It looked like a freaking electric storm in the van.

  Aside from the brave woman who had picked up the weapon and widely opened fire, the rest of us were too afraid to move. In the aftermath, the creature who used to have the jolts of white electricity running through him lay bleeding on the ground. His circuits had gone out. There was so much blood. I had my answer. They bled red. A deep, dark, almost black red.

  The young girl that had been crying before managed to escape the van. The woman who killed the white-veined creature was apprehended by the red-veined creature. He wrapped his hands around her neck and was choking the life right out of her.

  “Please stop!” Andara screamed. “Stop it! You’re killing her.”

  In what seemed like a moment of weakness, the red-veined creature looked up with malice on his face. The woman, who seemed to be struggling to stay alive with every ounce of energy she had left, reached for her attacker’s blade and rammed it in his gut. The sound that followed was her neck being snapped in two.

  Once the girl was dead, he got up, lurched forward, and backhanded Andara, sending her flying across the floor. He turned with his death gaze fixed on her. The blood leaking from his side didn’t even seem to faze him.

  He grabbed Andara like a rag dog and impaled her to the wall with considerable strength. Spittle flew from his mouth as he spoke in a non-decipherable language. She was in pain. I could tell by the watery glass-look in her eyes.

  “Run, Ryleigh, run,” she screamed. “Do it now!” She gasped for air as the creature strangled her.

  “No!” I shouted, throwing all of my weight at the murderous beast. It was like running into a mountain. He turned around and slapped me. The impact was so hard, I literally tasted last night’s dinner—and blood.

  I took a few steps back, but he trampled me like a bear. I fell hard on my ass. I cringed at the sight of his red eyes glowing with malevolence. He was on top of me in seconds. Hands on my throat.

  What the hell was this? Had these creatures come to kill us all? Was this what they meant by salvageable?

  “Ryleigh,” Andara cried out and kicked a blade across the van.

  The knife flipped off the corner of a metal bin, but I stopped it with the heel of my boots before it got away from me. The glint of the blade caught the red-veined creature’s attention and he loosened his grip on my neck just a bit, trying to reach for the weapon. Enough to give me the upper hand. I bucked my way out of his grip, ducked down to the floor, and grabbed the blade.

  Just as the other creatures raced into the van, he scrambled across the floor on his hands and knees, grabbed me by the ankle, and began to drag me toward him. With my other free leg, I slammed my boot into his chin. When his head whipped back from the force, I brought the blade down across his exposed throat. Dark red blood spewed out from his jugular, spilling on the toe of my boots. I was the last thing he saw as the red light dimmed in his eyes.

  The alien creature collapsed at my feet.

  When I turned around, the other three creatures stared at the carnage in the van and then at the bloody knife in my hand.

  Andara ran behind me and grabbed my forearm. “Leave us alone! We’ll kill all of you!” she screamed.

  “No more killing. You will come with us,” the blue-veined creature spoke in English.

  At the sound of his voice, I almost fainted. They knew English.

  After that, the remaining creatures came for us, scooped us up, slung us over their shoulders and took us into what looked like a spaceship from another dimension. I was so shocked by the notion that aliens existed and that I was being abducted by them that I forgot to fight for my freedom and for my life.r />
  Just before I was thrown into some pod contraption of blinding light, I looked up into the celestial blue eyes of the gray alien who’d captured me.

  “Who…?”

  It was the only word I got out.

  My veins grew cold and the deep sleep I’d been putting off for weeks came easily…

  Chapter Three

  Ryleigh

  I woke up on the most uncomfortable medical table in the nation. Oh wait! Was I still in the nation? On Earth, even?

  I jumped when small dark gray hands touched me on the arm. A short woman who resembled the other creatures leaned over me.

  I panicked. “No, don’t touch me.”

  “I won’t hurt you. I am Pio'ata. Like nurse. It is time for you to go to market now,” she said, calmly, and handed me a dress made from some see-thru fabric.

  I was stark naked. My skin felt surprising smooth and all around me smelled like something that resembled a bed of flowers, something I hadn’t smelled in almost a decade, but I still dreamt of it.

  I gasped when I realized that all of my pubic hair had been stripped from me. My entire body had been waxed. I reached for my head and sighed in relief to learn that my curls were still there. Not that my hair mattered more than my life, but even when asked by my group leader to cut my hair, I had always declined. I still dreamed of my mother braiding my hair or pulling it straight and putting it up in pigtails. I still daydreamed about her fingers gently stroking the knots from my tresses. ‘Never cut your hair, Ryleigh. Wear it like a crown,’ she said. ‘One day you will be a princess.’ I actually believed her, but now, I knew they were just stories she told me to keep me happy amid the chaos and destruction.