The Alien Warrior’s Heart
Plutonian Warriors Book 3
Nelia Alarcon
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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental.
THE ALIEN WARRIOR’S HEART
Copyright © 2021 Nelia Alarcon
Written by Nelia Alarcon
Edited by Jalulu Editing
Cover by Oliviaprodesign
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About This Book
The only way to stay alive is to mate the big blue alien…
I’m locked in an alien prison with a broody Plutonian warrior.
Even worse? Our pervy captors want me to carry his offspring.
It’s a good thing Zar--my fellow prisoner--has honor, integrity and a wicked temper.
We work together to break free, but busting out of a jail cell is the least of our worries.
While on the run from our enemies, I start to fall hard for the alien warrior.
Zar’s rough kisses and dark growls batter my defenses.
The only problem?
The Plutonian’s on a mission.
The target? It’s me.
Truth and lies form a tangled web and when I find out why Zar needs to mate, I have to make a choice.
Should I trust the alien warrior’s heart or kick up my heels and run?
Contents
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1. Simone
2. Zar
3. Simone
4. Zar
5. Simone
6. Zar
7. Simone
8. Zar
9. Simone
10. Zar
11. Simone
12. Zar
13. Simone
14. Zar
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25. Simone
26. Zar
27. Zar
28. Simone
29. Zar
30. Simone
31. Zar
32. Simone
33. Zar
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One
Simone
Shadows clung to her perspiring body, curling around her slender arms, her legs, and her chest. She struggled to move, to get her feet in gear but it was just too difficult. Heavy weights dragged her down. Pinned her in place.
Simone couldn’t tell what was in front of her or behind her.
She couldn’t tell if she was in a dream or a nightmare.
No. This was definitely a nightmare.
A strange smell wafted to her nose and she almost threw up. The odor was chemical and putrid. It sent a shiver down her spine and warning bells clamoring in her ear.
Suddenly a jelly-like hand wrapped around her shoulders. Her eyes were still closed, but it felt like an octopus had a grip on her. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Why didn’t she have control of her own body?
Why couldn’t she move?
A strange, alien language filled her ears. It sounded rough and coarse and yet the fluency with which the octopus spoke was anything but barbaric. A thin prick in her arm told her someone had gone to ham with a needle.
She struggled as a dizzying feeling overcame her. Wispy memories paraded through her mind. She saw a sweet face. The face of the mother she never knew.
Despair overwhelmed her. Her mom had died when she was five and her dad… she’d never had one in the first place.
Simone was truly alone.
She was—
No. This is a dream. All of this will go away when I open my eyes.
Simone heard the scrape of wheels against a smooth floor.
The octopus’s argument got louder as they moved her out of the spaceship. Jelly limbs brushed against her legs and she shuddered. The cot shook violently and clanked against a metal base. The sound clamored through her body.
Her eyes opened without warning.
She looked up, hoping—no praying she saw her bedroom ceiling. The lightbulb with the chain that dangled so close to the bed she often got tangled in it. The posters on the walls.
Instead, she saw a brilliant black sky. A sprawling expanse that touched one end of the horizon and seemed to go on forever. The stars were brighter and closer than they’d ever been. So close, she could reach out and touch one.
If she could move.
Simone hissed when she saw her hands and feet were bound to the cot. A warbled cry escaped her lips and she flopped back, a vein straining against her neck as she tried not to freak out.
A jelly-limb touched her again and she turned her head to the side. The scream that escaped her mouth made the alien creature’s grey skin curdle.
The octopus swung around, pinning its one bulbous eye on her.
What the hell was that?
Where was she?
Simone’s senses were picking up information that was all wrong.
Above her, there was a yellow moon and a twin planet hovering in the distance like an evil monster waiting to pounce. Beside her, there was an octopus with an ant-eater snout and translucent skin who wielded eight limbs.
A crazed laughed built in her throat and threatened to spill out of her.
Then she caught sight of the other gurneys.
The other women.
Women of all shapes and sizes.
Women in thin cotton nightgowns or in sports bras or in T-shirts—whatever they’d happened to go to bed in before the abduction.
Some had their eyes open, like her. They were glancing around, their pupils wide and their bodies tense with horror. Some were still unconscious, or maybe they were still suffering the effects of whatever concoction these slimy aliens had given them earlier.
There were dozens of them.
Simone tried to swallow, but her throat had gone dry.
None of this made sense.
She had to escape. Get out of here.
Her shoulders tensed and she tugged against the restraints with all her might. The octopus didn’t seem at all concerned by her struggle. It moved briskly, heading inside a large warehouse.
As they paraded through the darkness, Simone caught sight of the other beings huddled in cages. They were all strange-looking. Some had wings and others had blue skin that glowed in the darkness. A few stared at her while others couldn’t lift their heads at all.
Her eyes bugged.
What were all these creatures?
And why were they so quiet?
The cages filled the room, numerous and plenty, but the inhabitants didn’t make a sound.
She could feel their eyes on her.
She could taste the fear swirling through the air.
It was like a funeral procession.
Or a traitor’s death.
Come on, Simone. Think.
She had to look for a way out. She’d survived wor
se than this. Much worse. Waking up in the custody of aliens was a piece of cake compared to waking up bruised and bloody from a pair of fists that were too drunk to tell that she wasn’t a punching bag.
The octopus creatures pushed her into a room and locked the door. She cringed as she heard the finality of the deadlock springing into place.
Another octopus alien emerged from the shadows. He had gloves on his eight tentacles, and he clutched a strange tool. Simone bucked against her restraints and screamed for help.
“Is anyone out there!” she yelled. “Can anyone…?”
The alien cut the rest of her pleas off with a needle to her neck.
The room turned foggy.
Simone’s limbs tingled and then went numb. She felt the alien’s inspection as if she were watching a movie and detached from the world.
The creature took her clothes off and inspected every crevice of her body. Her chest heaved and she tasted bile, but he didn’t do anything more than run the tests and then dress her in a tunic.
She still felt violated.
And pissed.
If she ever got her hands on these aliens…
The octopus pressed a button and a door opened, admitting a different kind of creature. Simone would have gasped if she was capable of making a sound.
The new aliens were tall and fierce-looking. They resembled lions but walked confidently on two legs. They wore heavy armor that clanked every time they moved.
The lion aliens exchanged a tense conversation with the octopus aliens. She could tell it was about her and the results of her test because the octopus aliens kept pointing to her and then to the screen where strange symbols were popping up in neon.
The lion aliens grunted and two of them stepped toward her.
“Get away from me,” Simone barked hoarsely.
They yanked her off the cot.
Simone dug deep to find the fight inside her. She had to get out of this. She had to help those other women who’d been wheeled into a separate room. She had to save herself.
No one would do it for her.
If she was getting out of this, it had to be through her own efforts.
But her efforts were no match for these aliens.
Whatever they’d drugged her with kept her movements sluggish and slow. The bindings on her wrist chained her in place.
The lion aliens dragged her limp body into a hovercraft. She watched the lights playing past her window numbly, unable to move. What felt like hours later, they dragged her out and marched her through a long corridor.
They’d taken her far away from the warehouse with the rest of the human girls and women. Feeling began returning to her body as they jostled her around.
The lion aliens took her down to a dungeon. The walls were slick with mucus and strange black worms. The smell was enough to make her hair stand on end.
The lion alien strapped her to another gurney, but this one had her arms locked above her head and her feet spread eagle. Her heart jumped straight to her throat at the position.
Why was he leaving her legs spread?
The lion aliens dragged her cot through a long corridor of black doors.
“No.” She screamed. Pleaded. Begged. “No.”
But the lion alien ignored her and opened a door all the way at the end. It looked to be the most heavily barricaded and it took several seconds for him to undo the locks.
“Please.” Tears leaked down her face. She was trying to be brave, but something told her that a fate far worse than death waited for her in there. “Please, let me go. Please.”
Without blinking, the guard shoved her cot inside and the door slammed with finality.
Two
Zar
Since his father’s death, he had only known anger. It slid and sizzled through his veins. Clawed and ached at his heras. Pawed at his innards and branded him until the white-hot blaze was all he knew.
The anger made him cocky.
Made him take on an army of Heronas because the blood in his venas demanded it be so.
The anger blinded him. Made him miss the sharpshooters that waited in the trees. That were primed to immobilize him with one shot.
The fury overpowered him. Locked him in a Heronas prison.
Put a shock-collar around his neck.
Zar’s fingers dug around the device for the hundredth time. He knew every groove and split intimately. The pads of his fingers brushed against the laser clasp. It emitted a pulse that sent an electric volt of pain through his body whenever he disobeyed.
Which was often.
Always.
As much as he could.
The disgusting Heronas would not break him.
He’d die first.
He’d die gladly.
But for some reason, the Heronas had not orchestrated his demise. For two sun rotations, they’d left him alive.
Zar had wondered why.
Until the door opened and a human female slid through.
A soft, mewling sound chased the bang of the door as it slid shut. Tilting his head to the side, Zar remained in the shadows for a moment and observed the cot.
Was this a trap? Some ploy by his enemies to finish him off? Some new way to torture him?
The worse they’d done so far was force him to eat. A guard would slide a plate of meat and a concoction of pills through the door. To avoid getting shocked, Zar ate everything on his plate.
As soon as the guards left, he vomited the chemicals out. For that reason, the smell in this room was not the best, but at least he wasn’t ingesting any of the Heronas’s poison.
Zar saw delicate limbs on the cot. A heaving chest billowing in the silence. Dark thighs jutting out of a tunic. Before him was an exotic female trapped with her legs spread while wearing no undergarments.
He saw it then.
The reason he was still alive.
It was for this.
For her.
The truth slammed into Zar with severe force.
And the anger swept through him again. It bent and snapped. It echoed in his brain. Made him want to fight something. Someone. To tear the doors down and burn this cage to the ground.
These beasts…
Zar would admit he was not the most devoted Plutonian. Fury tainted his heras and made him less dedicated to his traditions.
Korben, Tiegan, Pin, and Lans—his trusted tribas—they did not wrestle with the darkness as much as he. They were not plagued by the thirst for death.
Zar would admit that freely.
But he was also not so far down the path of self-destruction that he would break one of the cardinal rules of his clan: to honor and respect all females.
It was a principle handed down to his father’s father.
And then from his father to him.
Zar spit to the side in disgust.
The Heronas would pay for this.
Tonight.
They would all pay.
He carefully approached the female. The comms in the cell blinked a steady and distinctive red. The Heronas were watching his every move. But the comms had a blind spot. Whenever Zar needed to excrete their drugs, he would wedge himself into a corner and shove his fist down his throat.
This time, the Heronas had made sure to place the cot directly in the camera’s line of sight.
Zar huffed out a breath.
He had to think of a new plan.
And fast.
He drew closer.
Closer.
As he neared her, the female lifted her neck and stared at him.
He stopped directly in front of her cot and was shocked by the beauty lying there. Slim forehead, straight nose, plump lips. Her almond-shaped eyes held thick black lashes. Dark skin clashed against her thin, white tunic.
Zar had known humans came in all colors, but he never thought he would see a brown one in person.
A human female in exchange for your Healer.
It was his mission.
The reason he was here.
Now, the female he’d gone searching for had turned up in a prison of all places. Zar did not know whether he should laugh at the irony or shake his fists at Destin.
“Ooh my—geet waay fraam meh!” The human’s feet slapped the cot and pushed against air. She thrashed as much as she could with her hands bound above her head and her legs pinned to the bedding.
Zar kept his back to the comms and tried to appear as unimposing as possible. “I will not hurt you, female,” he whispered.
Her screams grew louder.
Denizi.
Did he look that frightening?
Zar glanced down.
Blue skin. Long tail. Tattoos of his lineage.
Plutonians were known far and wide as the best warriors in the galaxy. They were trained as broods to fight with honor and fight to win. Had she heard of their prowess in battle or was she scared of what he would do to her in bed?
He scratched at the spirals on his arm, trying to keep his fingers out of his scalp. A side effect of the chemicals was hairlessness. His once-glorious locks were starting to shed.
“Human,” Zar whispered urgently, “I will not hurt you.”
“Ah!” She moved her head back and forth, hurling words in her earthen tongue.
Zar did not understand a smidge of it. He tapped his arm and waited for his interface to glow. It blinked in the dimness and then puttered out. His interface must have gotten damaged during capture. With a sigh, he took a step back.
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