Alien Warriors Science Fiction Romance Bundle

Join these fierce women as they encounter the alpha male alien warriors for the first time! They may be enemies at first. But nothing will stand in the way of their destiny to be fated mates!

Hope In A Time of War:

I claimed her by force.
And yet she saved me…
An angel who brought peace.

I revel in war.
In conflict. Death.
And destruction.

I fight for vengeance.
In hopes it will soothe the sadness of my soul.

At first I think nothing when I capture Faith Jorelle.
But then I realize there is more to her.
Her beauty - ethereal and fragile.
Her spirit - passionate and free.
She enraptures me.

And the predator becomes the prey.

We are on a world of the damned.
Mindless conflict is all we know.
And yet, when Faith walks among us.

There is peace.

This is the story of my beloved.
The woman who stopped a war.

Some call her a miracle.
Others call her a goddess.
Her presence and voice may bring hope to many.
But to me, she will always be.

My fate.
My angel.
My salvation.
Mine.

Gar

The cold light of dawn brings no comfort, with the cheerful yellow sun hidden behind dull gray clouds.

Faith eventually fell asleep in my arms, and I carefully covered her up before sitting on my stool near the heater. I’ve been watching her slumber ever since, memorizing every curve and bend of her features just in case….

Just in case she dies.

I have to let the thought be born, and grow to maturity inside my head. There’s no getting past the fact that she could die at any time. The Alliance commander Duric could decide he wants one more go at our camp, or perhaps the stalemate in outer space will break and they’ll send a squadron of Darts down to strafe us into oblivion.

Hiding from the fact that I might lose her gains me nothing. I have to accept it and try to move on. Right now, Faith needs me to be her steady rock, not a simpering coward afraid to admit his own feelings.

Looking at her, I find my heart both lifted to new heights and dragged down toward the doldrums of despair. Faith has stirred up feelings that I never thought I could have, and I’m struggling to understand what that all means for both of us.

Once I’ve managed to come to grips with my fears of her demise, then I turn on to something even more daunting, more challenging.

Accepting that both of us might live.

We could, despite the many factors against us, actually manage to survive this hellish nightmare. It’s not outside the realm of possibility. But if we do mange to get out of here alive, what then?

Faith is from Earth, a citizen of the Interstellar Human Conglomerate. This, by proxy, makes her an enemy of the state. Due to the agreement between the IHC and the Trident Alliance, Faith is technically an adversary. This makes her legal status in Coalition space tricky at best, and dangerous at the worst.

Of course, I suppose I could defect to the Alliance. My lips twist in a wry grin. That’s ironic. A few days ago I’d never have considered this an option. Indeed, I’d have become hostile toward anyone who even suggested it.

But if it means I can be with Faith….would I do it? Would I turn my back on the Ataxian Coalition just for the love of a woman?

Of course I would. I’d do anything to spend the rest of my life with her—but nothing says the Alliance would welcome me with open arms. Coalition sapients who make the switch are often treated with derision and outright hostility. Getting employment would be difficult, and likely place me at the lowest rung of the socioeconomic spectrum.

Then again, I could probably join the Alliance military—and subsequently be deployed halfway across the galaxy to another war zone, separating me from Faith. Those of us Ataxians who do join the Alliance military sometimes meet with ‘accidents’ at the hands of our own adopted army, though, so it might be a death sentence either way.

And yet, I also see hope for our future. I can picture a home with Faith, where we live together, eat together, sleep together…..

Raise children together? Maybe, if our species are biologically compatible. Perhaps I could give a child the things I never had. In a strange way, that would make up for the lack of comfort I had growing up.

No matter what occurs, no matter what our fate may be, one thing is for certain. I know it down to the very code of my DNA.

I want to spend the rest of my life with Faith, no matter what that entails. No matter if our time together is just a brief flash of light or an ever burning star.

Eventually I leave Faith slumbering and head out into the cold. Fresh snowfall has peppered the landscape, covering up most of the blood left from yesterday’s raid. Work crews struggle to fill the gaps left in our wall by the Marauder’s assault. Men hike about on patrol, misery etched on their faces. Everyone seems weary to the point of exhaustion, but keeps plodding on, plodding on.

Maybe that’s a metaphor for my life before I met Faith. I was just plodding on, putting one foot in front of the other with no thought to my eventual destination. She’s opened up my mind, expanded my universe into something of a much richer tapestry. 

I take my turn on the walls, watching the distant Alliance camp for any sign of an attack. It seems oddly safe, and tranquil. Without being able to explain why, I feel as if we have nothing to fear from the Alliance on this day.

When my shift is done, I gratefully descend to ground level, where the biting wind is slightly less intense. I shuffle through the freshly driven snow to my tent, but when I enter Faith is no where to be found. 

The infirmary is my first logical stop, but when I push the door open and scan the room I don’t find here there either.

“Gar.” Syth looks up from the patient he’s attending to and meets my gaze. “Are you looking for Faith?”

“Yes.”

His jaw works silently, and I can tell he’s reluctant to respond.

“She’s been summoned to Commander Riven’s tent.”

I start to leave, but he calls out to me.

“Wait, Gar. You might not want to go there right now. For your own protection.”

He blanches under my withering glare and then I head back outside. I stalk through camp toward the command tent, and don’t bother clapping outside the flaps. I just shove my way inside when I hear Faith arguing with Riven.

“What you are asking is monstrous.” Faith puts her hands on the table and glares across the battered surface at Riven. When I enter, her gaze flashes over to me and softens for just a moment before she turns her hard emerald eyes back to face him.

“What I am asking might be the only way to save every person in this camp.” Riven flicks his gaze to me, and it doesn’t soften one bit. In fact, it gets a bit harder. “You saw what that Marauder is capable of. It tore us to shreds with minimal effort. Of course, if you hadn’t saved the life of its pilot, well….”

“Do not hector her, Riven.” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “She acted in accordance with her conscience. Can you say the same?”

Riven growls low in his throat before responding with words.

“Gar, do not test my patience. Conscience, morality, humanity…these are concepts that have no place in the theatre of war. There is only death, and the best you can do is make sure that it’s the other side that suffers from that particular affliction.”

I turn to regard Faith, seeing that Riven is in no mood to listen.

“What is it that he wants of you?”

Faith heaves a heavy sigh before answering.

“Commander Riven wants me to return to the Alliance camp and offer assistance with their casualties.”

My eyes widen, and I turn to Riven.

“You have suffered a sudden change of heart?”

Riven looks away from me. I think I detect the light of shame in his eyes.

“No.” Faith shakes her red tressed head. “He has not. Riven wants me to dispense Rauth beetle venom into their cistern. He wants to make me into an assassin.”

I look at Riven and sneer. He continues to gaze at the floor.

“Look at me, Commander.” My voice raises several octaves. “Look at me. Yes, that’s it. Look me in the eye and tell me you want to do something so heinous.”

“Priestess Vurla did much the same with her Modine virus—“

“Priestess Vurla is in exile, and good riddance. The  new government wants no part in such reprehensible schemes.”

Riven slams his fist into the table, nostrils flaring as he beholds me with fury in his gaze.

“You were here when I received my orders from General Arction. He said take that signal tower, no matter what the cost.”

“Perhaps the cost is too high?”

My voice had been low, calm, but Riven reacts as if I’ve just shouted a death threat.

“You…you treasonous swine. How dare you question the glory of the Ataxian Coalition? If we are to march, we march. If we are to die, we die. And if we are to kill—“

“You’re forgetting, Riven, that Faith is not under your command. You have no authority to tell her to do anything, and might I add that you should be grateful—“

“Enough.” Riven stands up and flips the table over in his rage. “If you are going to defy me just as your paramour has chosen to, then you can join her in confinement.”

He looks to the Odex guarding the tent, and points at the two of us.

“Take them to the brig. They can consider their position over night. In the morning, you can either proceed with my plan as ordered, or you can die.”