Given To The Alien Rogue (Zunatorian Warriors Book 3)

by Gabby Dark

  GIVEN TO THE ALIEN ROGUE

  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

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Epilogue

  Epilogue

  VIP Readers List

  Next Book

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  About the Author

  Book Summary

  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

  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 crumbling 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 n
ot 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 orange 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.

  And so it was…certain death was putting myself in danger every night scouting these rogue Barbs sniffing around our borders. Certain death was tracking down a killer or a crazed Zunatorian who needed to be put down. But I was made for such missions. I was the lone wolf who my people had dubbed a destroyer a long time ago.

  So, this night, scouting was my mission. Not just scouting for Barbs, but scouting for the best habitable grounds for our people.

  Our neighbors—the Barbs—had shown us in the past that they were notorious for seizing lands they had no rights to, especially for their hunting purposes. Over the past few full moons, I’d come across many of their dens. Some of which I had evacuated myself, while others, I was forced to go back to the village to seek out reinforcements.

  The Barbs were our cousins—we shared the same blood. But they were also our enemies—they were mindless and sought destruction more than anything else. They multiplied like wildfire, and when left to their own devices, they could bring devastation to a colony in a ma
tter of days. Although they were a nuisance, we had learned to live with them on this planet.

  Seeing that it was past time for me to return back to my podhouse, I packed the rest of my supplies and headed back to the village.

  The last person I expected to see was the King’s son, Prince Anik, at my doorstep. But there he was, sitting on a block, slicing pieces off an angelfruit with a blade and devouring it.

  I looked around for other warriors thinking maybe they had finally come to lock me up, but saw none. I grunted.

  Then again, Anik was probably here because King Crencik had decided what my punishment would be for delaying take-off of a ship and going AWOL before a mission. How long did I actually think I could outrun the inevitable?

  I greeted him by bowing my head slightly. “Niluvǔ.” Prince. Anik was my prince, but soon, he would be King, just like his father.

  He stood. “Kʼap.” Brother.

  He’d always called me that and I considered him as the same. I met him when I was young. He and I and his late older brother played together all the time. We had practiced combat with the same seasoned warriors and even fought side by side on the battlefield. Even back then, Anik had already figured out that I never liked being confined. There had been times during our raids when I ventured off alone and was considered dead because I didn’t report in time, only to appear at the ninth hour with more spoils than my brethren—only because I dared to go further than anyone else, pushing my limits.