Enslaved By The Alpha Warlord (Zunatorian Warriors Book 2) Read online

  ENSLAVED BY THE ALPHA WARLORD

  ZUNATORIAN WARRIORS

  Gabby Dark

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

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  These possessive aliens didn’t come to conquer.

  They came searching for mates to breed.

  They read our secret thoughts. Perceive our most intimate emotions.

  They do not ask. They do not buy or trade. They do not bargain. They take.

  * * *

  In an attempt to escape her cruel fate as a maid in the house of one of the most hated families in the nation, Aurora runs into a body as hard as granite. The seven foot tall warrior resembles a Viking and an alien beast all rolled into one. He’s dominant, his body glows with electric vibes, and he exudes a strength she’s never known.

  When he cuts down her attackers, Aurora knows this savage doesn’t come to make peace.

  He throws her over his shoulder and says one word: Mine.

  * * *

  Vaxar is a Zunatorian soldier—named an alpha warlord for his brutal strength and battle tactics. When the King sends him on a mission that doesn’t include a bloody massacre, he is less than pleased.

  But then, Vaxar captures the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. The human is gentle, responsive to his touch, and made to be pleasured by an alpha.

  * * *

  Aurora stirs Vaxar’s inner beast and awakens his need to mate. There’s one thing Vaxar has always wanted more than fighting. A companion. And furthermore, an heir. He sees his future in Aurora. He sees his mission in a different light and knows she is the one who was promised to him.

  * * *

  A handmaiden. And a vicious warrior. Was their union fated?

  * * *

  Dear readers: This is a sexy SciFi Romance that contains lots of steamy scenes, loads of nonstop action, and heartwarming romance. This one contains a very possessive alpha alien warlord who thinks he has everything under his control…until he meets the heroine.

  * * *

  Enslaved is the second 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

  Chapter One

  Aurora

  * * *

  “You can run but you can’t hide.”

  The warning from the guard echoed behind me like a bad omen. Still, I ran.

  I ignored the sharp cutting edges of the rocks piercing the bottoms of my feet, the prickly branches cutting through my skin, and the pain licking at my shins as I sprinted wildly through the forest.

  I was breathless. I felt like I was suffocating as the thick plumes of smoke from the fire blanketed around me. My lungs were running on empty, pulling in shallow breaths as I tried to flee from my enemies.

  I promised myself that if I could just make it outside the walls of the settlement, only if it was just for a brief moment, all of this would have been worth it. My inevitable punishment would seem pale in comparison to a taste of freedom.

  The sirens were blaring. More of them than before.

  Something had happened in the prime settlement. Something awful. A breach, maybe. Chaos had erupted in the streets and marketplace as citizens raced to safety.

  Soon after, a blaze erupted from the courtyard and black smoke floated up toward the sky. I remembered looking up and seeing a wave of stars in the black sky, moving along like the speed of lightning. Maybe I was hallucinating then because stars had never moved that fast.

  I didn’t wait around long enough to find out what was going on. I saw that the stone gates had fallen and that the citizens were no longer contained. I took one last look at the Governor’s daughter who whispered one word: Go, and I fled the city. I wasn’t the only one who ran. But, I was no ordinary citizen, so the guards came after me.

  Now, I was running for my life.

  I stumbled on a rock and fell face flat on the ground. I wiped the twigs and dirt from my busted lip, got up, and began running again. My eyes were blinded by the sting of poisoned air. My nostrils were filled with the putrid stench of pollution.

  They say that beyond the northern ravines, tucked away among the mountains is a sanctuary guarded by rebels. I didn’t know if I’d make it there but it was worth a try.

  Heavy footsteps closed the distance behind me. I could feel the vibrations in the air. Branches and twigs snapped underfoot as the guards grew closer. I turned and saw a flash of red and then dived behind a row of thick bushes.

  I stayed there, cuddling like a scared rodent with my fingernails and knees digging into the rough earth. Earth was in ruins. Nothing was the same. Even the dirt smelled of a nauseating gasses.

  Two shadows moved near me. I held my breath until I heard their footsteps and voices go away. And then, I slumped against the ground and took a moment to gather myself.

  Big mistake.

  Someone grabbed my ankle and jerked me out from under the bushes. “There you are, wench.”

  I screamed.

  I looked up into the blackened eyes of the guard. His face was covered with a filter to prevent taking in too much of the pollution outside of the settlement walls. I kicked at him and struggled, but he managed to wrap a rope around my legs, binding them together like I was fresh kill. Sooner or later, I knew I’d be dead. I’d known others who attempted escape and were put to death.

  “Please let me go, please,” I pleaded.

  The guard didn’t speak. All he did was secure the ropes tighter around me. The second guard appeared next to him and pointed to the thick, smoke billowing up toward the sky.

  “We’re under attack. The whole city is on fire,” he said.

  “We still must take her back. You best check the rest of the forest. I’ve got this one. If she managed to get out, others have too,” the first guard responded. When the second guard was gone, the first one said to me, “You have such an easy life in your position, little one. Why try to escape?”

  “I’d rather die than go back there,” I spat.

  He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up. “And so you might die after all,” he snarled.

  One moment he was grinning evilly and in the next moment, he wasn’t. Suddenly, he began sputtering up blood. I dropped my gaze down to where he clutched his side to find an arrow protruding from his gut. He dropped to the ground on his knees in front of me and keeled over dead. Someone had shot him.

  I squealed in panic and froze, thinking that I’d meet the same fate. An arrow through my body. What an awful way to die.

  My eyes danced across the dark landscape in search of the killer, but I saw nothing but fog.

  My legs were still tied and I lost my balance and fell to the ground. I twitched and wriggled around on the ground until the ropes loosened. Once they were unraveled, I sprung up and took off. This time, I was determined not to stop. For anything.

  I couldn’t even see where I was going. My eyes were blinded by tears this time. I trusted my feet to take me wherever it guided me on this godforsaken earth. If I ended up dead at the bottom of the ravine, then so be it.

  I had no idea t
hat someone was following me until a large dark gray figure folded out less than two feet in front of me.

  I collided straight into the man. He was hard like granite. The force of it knocked the wind right out of me. I saw the moon and stars before I was momentarily knocked unconscious.

  When I came to, I was staring up into glowing red orbs—eyes. There was another set of eyes. They were golden. And another—blue-ish. The men were all dark gray in complexion. Visually striking colorful auras flashed under their skin. They looked like Viking warriors with the way they wore loincloths made of leather and hide with daggers hanging from their belts. Strapped to their backs were quivers holding arrows. Some of the men were completely bald. A few of them had long hair twisted with a rope into a single braid down their backs. And muscles…they had muscles for days. They started talking amongst themselves in some foreign tongue I didn’t understand. Not one word of it.

  I was dizzy. Speechless. Scared. And totally caught off guard by the strange change of my fate.

  When one of them reached for me, I screamed.

  The big one with the red glowing eyes wrapped his fingers around the other’s wrist, stopping him from touching me. They exchanged a few gruff words in…once again, an alien-sounding language I couldn’t understand.

  Aliens? Were these men really aliens?

  I scrambled backward across the ground as the big gray warrior with the flashing red auras took a stance in front of me.

  “Mine,” he declared, and then picked me up and threw me across his shoulder.

  I struggled with all of my might but the alien warrior was determined to take me.

  Chapter Two

  Vaxar

  * * *

  “No one touch her,” I said, setting the female down with the others we’d captured. “No one.”

  Even though I was the commander on this raid, I had to make my point clear. There were eight hungry warriors among us and they all expected one thing and one thing only from this mission: a human female to take back to Zunator to breed.

  Before the raid, I’d been more than ready to give up my rights to claim any of them. As soon as we returned to Zunator, I had planned to make it known to King Crencik that my courting of a mate would not serve the Zunatorian people well. I was an alpha warlord. I was born to fight, raid for and acquire spoils, and protect our people. I had no plans to spend the rest of my days rutting a female or breeding offspring.

  Then I saw her…

  The she-devil with the violet eyes.

  As I looked down at her, I wondered what kind of sorcery she had over me.

  When I was younger and before my days as a warrior, a seer with a spirit soul once told me that I’d meet a woman with violet eyes and long onyx hair. She told me that this woman would be the one to bring me to my knees.

  ‘I was born an alpha. Alphas do not kneel. Only the weak kneel,’ I had told the seer. To that, the seer claimed, ‘Then she will be your weakness.’

  I don’t take this she-devil because I wished to be brought to my knees.

  I take her because, if she is my weakness, like all of my weaknesses, I wished to overcome them.

  “You do not intend to keep that one, do you?” our medic, Xurkal, asked as he secured ties around more of the frightened females. “You cannot. They must all go to auction.”

  He was right. The females were to be taken back to Zunator where the King would hold an auction and give the raiders and others of his choosing first pick.

  But, I had already shot one human soldier in the back for grabbing her the wrong way. I didn’t want to be reduced to killing any of my Zunatorian brethren for doing the same.

  “It is not within the protocol to select a breeding female before the auction,” Xurkal reminded me.

  Loud enough so that Xurkal and all the other raiders could hear, I declared, “Then you shall weep for the soul of the one who tries to take her despite my claim, for I shall surely have his head.” I started off in the direction of the entrance of the cave. “Twenty females acquired. Lead them to the ship. Prepare them for transport. Braken! Aslak! Zu’ux! Come with me. Let us cover our tracks and then leave this wasteland.”

  Chapter Three

  Aurora

  * * *

  I should’ve resisted more but I kept going, one foot in front of the other, without much fuss. A few of the other captured girls tried to fight and run away, but since they had all of us tied together on one long rope, it proved to be more detrimental than successful. Whenever one would try to run off, everyone else would be jerked along and most would end up being dragged on the ground.

  I figured that the aliens already knew this would happen. It was a surefire way to keep us together. Some were too scared to even protest, others were belligerent, and others—like me—were just confused as hell.

  Everything we’d been led to believe about Earth and beyond was a lie. If there were other species out there, wouldn’t the nation’s leaders have known it by now? They filled all the citizen’s heads with crap, preaching how we were the chosen, the new generation of a post-apocalyptic world and that we needed to be protected within walls and guided throughout our lifetimes, and that we were lucky to be alive.

  Lucky for us, the aliens weren’t violent, but I had no idea what would happen once we were on their ships. Would they turn into monsters? What were they going to do to us?

  The woman that was making the most fuss was cut off from the rest of us. One of the aliens rushed her ahead of us to the ship she probably dreaded boarding. The medic that had tied my hands together earlier came up to the woman, extracted some kind of needle from the sack he carried across his body, and injected something into her neck. The girl was quiet, still breathing, but she appeared unconscious.

  “Where are they taking us?” I heard one of the girls ask in front of me.

  “They’re raiders. They look like us but don’t be fooled. It’s a trick. They’re aliens. The hunters warned my mother about them five moons ago at the market,” another said. She had on an old red letterman jacket and her hair was tied up in a knot.

  “I’ve heard rumors about them. What do they want?” another asked.

  “They take women. Only women. And the women don’t come back. You figure that out,” the women with the letterman jacket replied.

  “Are they gonna kill us?” one of the younger girls asked.

  “Probably. At this rate, you might as well kill yourself,” she responded. “Do you see what these savages did to that crazy one?”

  Right at that moment, one of the warriors poked the woman with the letterman jacket and said, “Yǔvim!”

  None of us knew what that meant, but not more than a peep was heard on the rest of the way through the forest.

  The alien raiders carried burlap bags, probably filled with things that weren’t human. Well, I could only hope they didn’t stuff humans in bags. Some of them were leaking blood from what appeared to be gunshot wounds. Others were muddy and looked like they had run into trouble. Their raiding had not come without a price. Stretched on a makeshift cot laid one of the warriors who looked to be so close to death I could almost see his spirit being snatched from his body. Well, maybe that was a stretch, but he leaked so much blood, he should’ve been dead. Perhaps, if he was a human, he would’ve already been dead from the gunshot wound.

  We seemed to be marching deeper and deeper into the mountains where it was said that you could live a better life outside of confined walls, and away from cruel leaders and archaic rules.

  The wilderness was beautiful. The trees were filled with life. The atmosphere was less polluted and signs of life were everywhere. I even thought I spotted some cliffs and a ravine off in the distance somewhere. But just as soon as I caught a glimpse of it, the aliens turned away and headed to a big spaceship that they had parked near a river.

  “Holy shit,” one of the girls whispered behind me.

  Holy shit was right. This wasn’t a dream. This was reality. Aliens were real.
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  I turned my head slightly, catching the attention of the big, muscular warrior who had supposedly already claimed me by telling the others not to touch me. His eyes were dark and calculating as he studied me.

  I swallowed and turned away.

  One by one, they cut our ropes and led us onto the spaceship. The interior looked like some high-tech Star Trek level shit. I told myself to remain calm, but then I saw them putting girls in a pod and closing the lid. I went crazy, pushing against the medic who pointed to the pod.

  “Don’t. You sleep. Safe in cryo-pod. You stay out here. You die,” one of the women medics explained in broken English.

  “Take me back! I want to go back,” I screamed.

  “You go back. You will die. Your Earth leader. He kills his people.” The alien woman medic grabbed my wrist and forced me to sit.

  “Please…” My thoughts were cut off when a very familiar redhead was walked to the cell adjacent to mine. I almost lost my breath when I saw her. I stilled.

  “Freya?” I called out.

  Even some of the other captured women took note and looked.

  Despite the hood she had over her head, there was no mistaking her fiery red hair and a fair complexion.

  Just like me, Freya wasn’t a normal citizen. She was no common person at all. She was the governor’s daughter, and I was her handmaiden and had been for almost a year. Freya had been captured. How did that happen? We were in the market together during the wall breaches. Seeing that I had no other opportunity to have freedom, she told me to go and she stood right there and watched me run away.