by Zoey Draven
The Alien's Claim
Warriors of Luxiria - Book Eight
Zoey Draven
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons are purely coincidental.
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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
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Epilogue
Afterword
More From Zoey
Thank You!
About the Author
Chapter One
Black night encased her, pushing against her legs, her chest, her arms, making it difficult to run. It tangled in her hair, gripping it tight, pulling her this way and that way, as fear and worry shivered down her spine.
Erin couldn’t see anything. And if it weren’t for the ferocious pumping of her heart, the sickly-sweet smell of the forest around her, and the dizzying knowledge that he was coming for her, she would think she was dropped straight into a nightmare.
Which is exactly what this day has become, she thought, her breath escaping her in little gasps as she tugged at the bindings on her wrists. They wouldn’t budge.
Earlier that morning, she’d woken to bright Luxirian sunlight in the Golden City. She’d bathed, half-thinking about breakfast and whether it would include the tart purple fruit she enjoyed, and chatted with Crystal as they washed…and then everything had changed. Once again. She’d been stolen away for the third time in her life.
Stumbling over a root arched from the earth, Erin barely managed to right herself. She brought her bound hands to her mouth, trying to tear at the cloth with her teeth.
The back of her neck tingled.
It was her only warning before she slammed into a warm body, the air in her lungs whooshing out from the impact.
Her only stunned thought was, how did he manage to get in front of me?
“Mine now, female,” the male growled, his voice hard and unyielding.
No.
Desperately trying to drag in breath, Erin struggled against him as his arms wrapped tight, easily subduing her with his strength. In the next moment, she was in the air, hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, his arms wrapping around the backs of her thighs so she couldn’t thrash.
The moment Erin could breathe, she pushed at his back and yelled, “Crystal!”
Her blood froze when, in the distance, she heard Crystal scream, “Let go of me!”
Someone had her. The other Luxirian that had appeared in the forest that night?
“Crystal!”
“Cease,” the male growled and Erin felt the tips of his claws against the bare flesh of her thighs. He began to run from the clearing, farther away from Crystal.
“I need to go to her,” Erin said. “Please, you don’t underst—”
“Cease!”
Erin fought harder, struggling, frustrated cries escaping her as it became more and more apparent that her strength meant nothing when it came to him.
A roar echoed through the forest.
“Jaxor’an, stop!” came a familiar male voice.
It was the other Luxirian male, the one who had Crystal.
Had he come to rescue them? Was that why he was here?
The day had been one long blur of confusing events, but a couple things were absolutely certain.
The first was that the Luxirian who Erin assumed was named Jaxor’an, the Luxirian whose shoulder she was ungracefully thrown over at that very moment, had come to kidnap her and Crystal that morning from the Golden City, racing them over a black sand desert all afternoon until they settled deep inside a strange, eerie forest in the dead of night.
Why?
She didn’t know. But she’d had the distinct impression that they’d been waiting for someone, crouched in the forest, in shrouded darkness. Had Jaxor’an been about to trade them both for something? To who? To the other Luxirian male that had suddenly appeared, seemingly out of nowhere?
Erin didn’t think so, but she and Crystal had used the welcome distraction to make a run for it.
Another thing that was a certainty?
Erin’s gut churned just thinking about it, so she pushed it from her mind. She’d heard a lot about Luxirian Instincts since arriving on the alien planet. She’d heard a lot about fated mates, about an undeniable connection, a feeling, with another when these pairings were brought together. She’d felt something when she’d first seen the male who was currently carrying her on his shoulder.
No, she definitely needed to push all of that from her mind and into a padlocked chest. Another time, she might be brave enough to open it.
“Please, she’s scared,” Erin told him, her voice strangely calm, given her rapidly beating heart. I’m scared too, she thought. “I need to go back. I need to make sure she’s safe. Then I’ll go with you, I swear it!”
Her plea was met with silence and Erin felt that deep, burning acid of anger resurface, anger she’d felt for almost her entire life.
She let it sizzle and ache and claw at her as she listened to Crystal’s echoing cries begin to drift farther and farther away.
“I will never forgive you for this,” she breathed softly.
Erin didn’t know if her words were meant for Jaxor’an or for herself.
His body tensed beneath her but then a growl tore from him, animalistic and roughened. When unfamiliar voices reached them—male voices, speaking in Luxirian—she froze again, her fingers curling unexpectedly into the hardened expanse of muscle underneath her. There were more Luxirians in the forest with them? Searching for them?
Or were they the original party Jaxor’an had set out to meet?
“Vrax,” Jaxor’an rasped and changed directions, heading south. Back towards where they’d been waiting initially.
Another thought occurred to her. What if Jaxor’an wa
s still planning to trade her off? He no longer had possession of Crystal, but he still had Erin.
I can handle whatever comes, she thought, steeling herself. I’ve made it this far.
The voices were closer and Erin struggled in Jaxor’an’s grip again. His claws pricked the back of her thigh in warning and before she knew it, he leapt high, reaching up to grip a sturdy branch from the nearest tree.
Somehow, someway, he managed to haul the both of them up the tree with a single arm. His strength palpable, Jaxor’an made a small grunt as he climbed up yet another set of branches, bringing them at least twenty feet off the forest floor.
Once he was stabilized against the trunk, Jaxor’an slid Erin off his shoulder, her tunic riding up in the process. But her bared ass was the least of her worries as the Luxirian male positioned her so that her back was against his front. His hand, impossibly large and covered in scars, closed over her mouth, another warning.
In her ear, he rasped, his hot breath brushing the sensitive flesh, “If you scream, it is them you will fear, female.”
Erin’s heart pounded faster in her chest and her eyes flickered down to the dark forest floor, not that she could see anything.
But a moment later, she froze when she heard them. Males. Speaking in Luxirian, though…it sounded different. She’d heard a lot of the Luxirian language since arriving on the alien planet.
A different dialect? she wondered. Were they from one of the outposts she’d heard so much about? But then why were they roaming around that forest in the middle of the night?
Jaxor’an’s grip tightened on her mouth and she realized his other hand was clasped around her hip, as if reminding her to keep quiet.
What if he’s lying? What if they are a search party? What if Jaxor’an is the one I need to fear the most?
She reached her bound hands up to push his palm away from her mouth and whispered, “Where’s Crystal?”
She turned her head to look at him. He was close enough that she could smell him and feel the warmth radiating off his skin like a furnace. His eyes were a bright blue, eerie in the low light.
Her stomach tightened, her breath quickening, but she ignored her body’s response to him, just like she had since the first moment she saw him.
“Tell me where she is and I won’t scream,” Erin whispered through a tight jaw. “I promise.”
The other Luxirian males were closing in on the clearing. Their voices were clear now. The closest one was only a couple yards away from the base of the tree.
Jaxor’an’s eyes flashed. The fur from his loincloth tickled the backs of Erin’s legs as he moved ever so slightly.
“I do not take kindly to threats, female,” he growled in her ear.
With a quick inhale, she filled her lungs, about to scream.
His eyes widened ever so slightly as his jaw ticked. Was that panic in his gaze?
In a moment, Jaxor’an pulled her flush against him, replacing his hand over her mouth as his other arm wrapped around her midsection, just underneath her breasts.
Something hard pressed against her lower back. She knew what it was. She was just surprised she hadn’t seen it tenting his loincloth before now.
And then he bit her. On the side of her neck. Erin felt his teeth squeeze against her unprotected flesh with just enough force that it would probably leave a mark.
But what surprised her the most was her reaction to that bite. Erin felt her nipples pebble under her tunic and desperate, frantic heat slid into her belly.
Which only made her furious.
She glared and bit his hand which once again covered her mouth. She didn’t think she’d bit anyone in her entire life, but damn, did it feel good when he stiffened. And still, she didn’t remove her teeth from the hardened flesh of his palm. She only clamped down harder.
Unmistakably, she felt something twitch against her backside in response.
He likes it, she thought, realization crashing down on her, and she immediately released her bite, stunned.
A group of males, at least five, were now walking past the trunk of the tree. Wind rustled the branches.
Again, Erin made a show of filling her lungs with air, threatening to scream. Jaxor’an rasped in her ear, “Vrax, female, he was the Prime Leader’s Ambassador. He will take her back to the Golden City.”
Was that so hard, asshole? she wondered, but profound relief made the built-up air huff from her nostrils. Crystal would be safe.
The males below were moving on. The last of their group was just on the edge of the clearing, heading in the opposite direction of where they’d initially been waiting.
Her neck felt hot where Jaxor’an had bitten her. After several moments of quiet, she finally felt his grip loosen away from her mouth and he brought his palm up to inspect the bite she’d given him.
Erin did the same, brushing her fingertips over the side of her neck. He didn’t bite hard enough to leave teeth marks—which she knew she had left on his hand—but it felt sensitive to the touch. It had been a warning.
She glared as she said, “Bite me again and I’ll bite you back.”
Erin had always prided herself on being in control of her emotions. She had also prided herself on being calm, on keeping a level head even in the most difficult of times. Like being abducted by aliens, for example.
But looking at this alien male with bright blue eyes, her chest was in turmoil. She felt like a smug, wild little beast as he inspected his palm. Her emotions felt like they possessed raw, serrated edges as they dragged through her mind and body, leaving fresh marks along the way as they passed.
His gaze leveled at her. He was handsome in a grim way. His mouth seemed perpetually downturned into a scowl. His black horns curled proudly from his head and his dark hair was loose and wild, trailing to his waist. He was half-feral…half-wild.
She remembered seeing him for the first time that morning, in the Golden City. As she and Crystal had bathed, he’d appeared in the washing room after knocking out their two guards with unfathomable ease.
Erin remembered the jolt in her body when their eyes had connected for the first time. She’d had the wild, stray thought that he was a puppeteer because that was what it felt like. It felt like he’d tugged on an imaginary thread that ran between them, that had always existed, that she hadn’t discovered until just that moment.
And he’d seemed equally stunned, unable to pull his gaze from her.
“I warn you now, female,” Jaxor’an said, his voice edging closer to a purr than a growl. It made her belly flutter anew and she hated it. “I am not like the Luxirian males you have encountered so far.”
Erin bristled at his thinly veiled threat. She’d always heard that Luxirian males would never hurt their females in any way, that they would rather die. She saw the way her friends’ Luxirian mates treated them and knew it to be undeniably true.
No, he wasn’t like any Luxirian male she’d encountered before, that much was certain. He didn’t dress like them, he didn’t act like them, he didn’t speak like them. Except for the piercings through his nipples that told her he’d completed Luxirian warrior training, he was a complete and utter mystery.
What frightened her the most, however, was that he seemed completely aware but also…unpredictable, like a feral animal. There was a quiet wildness about him that put her on edge.
“If you act out against me again,” he continued, those bright, electric eyes glinting, “I will punish you. And next time, I will bite even harder.”
Chapter Two
Once he was certain the Mevirax were far enough away, Jaxor hauled the human female over his shoulder once more, ignoring her muted sound of protest, and maneuvered her back down to the forest floor.
Once there, he gashed the trunk of the tree with a fast swipe of his claws for no other reason than that it made him feel slightly more in control. He didn’t even know why, but immediately, that turbulent beast rising within him quieted and stilled.
The femal
e froze when she witnessed his small outburst, but Jaxor didn’t give her a chance to say anything before he was running again. His sandcraft wasn’t far and he needed to reach it before the Mevirax gave up searching and circled back.
Jaxor could smell her even as he raced through the forest. Her scent clung to his skin and his nostrils flared, inhaling deep, almost groaning with the rightness of it. Then anger consumed him again—at her, at himself, at the blasted Fates for tying the two of them together, thereby ruining his ultimate plan.
Vrax, he thought, only to realize he’d grated it sharply out loud when he felt the female tense against him.
He almost laughed. Madness of Mevirax? Perhaps he’d become more like them than he’d realized.
The human female was wary of him. Good, she should be.
Jaxor wasn’t completely convinced that he wouldn’t give her up to the Mevirax, after all. His mind was muddled. Perhaps a full night of sleep and time would help him think straight and give him the guidance he needed.
And when was the last time you slept for a full night? his mind taunted.
All he wanted was to look at her for hours…and all he wanted was to pretend that he’d never seen her in the first place.
“You’re hurting me,” came her voice. It was soft yet strong. Jaxor had the distinct impression that she was trying to convey her anger and displeasure with him, but her voice was too lyrical for it to achieve its desired effect.