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Conquered by the Alien Warrior

Hope Hart

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The Arcav Alien Invasion Series

The Arcav King's Mate

The Arcav Commander's Human

The Arcav General's Woman

The Arcav Prince's Captive

A Very Arcav Christmas

The Arcav Captain's Queen

The Arcav Guard's Female

The Warriors of Agron Series

Taken by the Alien Warrior

Claimed by the Alien Warrior

Saved by the Alien Warrior

Seduced by the Alien Warrior

Protected by the Alien Warrior

Captured by the Alien Warrior

Rescued by the Alien Warrior

Enticed by the Alien Warrior

Conquered by the Alien Warrior

Created with Vellum

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

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Chapter One

Sarissa

I creep along the castle halls, my footsteps light and exceedingly careful. I pause, breathe, and strain my ears.

No sign of movement. Still quiet. This castle is different in the dead of the night. Torches are lit at intervals along each corridor, their flames dancing as I pass. But the obsidian stone seems to suck up all that light, spitting it back out through the thin, gleaming silver veins cutting through the stone.

Beneath my dress, I’m wearing sturdy boots—broken in by hours of walking through the castle, the town nearby, and the marketplace. Those hours of walking and talking were worth it—giving me the contacts I need to sneak out of here and back to Rakiz’s camp.

I take one more step, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up.

Suddenly, I’m back at the Farm after being recruited by the CIA, listening to my favorite instructor.

I freeze.

Your intuition exists for one reason and one reason only: to keep you alive. If you don’t listen to it, you’re ignoring a God-given gift.

I glance around. Still quiet. Deathly quiet. Too quiet.

Damn it.

I can’t just stand here and wait. The attack against Vivian and Arix proved there are people in this castle that can’t be trusted.

Sure, those traitors might be dead. But betrayal begins as a seed of bitterness and is watered by fury. Who knows who else might still have a bone to pick with the king—and his guests?

The corridors in this wing of the castle are like a rabbit warren, with little rhyme or reason. And yet from what I know about Arix, everything he does has a reason. My guess is these corridors are designed to confuse anyone who shouldn’t necessarily be walking in this part of the castle.

I grind my teeth and walk faster. Two more intersections to go, and then I take a right. From there, I just need to jog down several flights of stairs in the servants’ quarters, and I’m—

Slam.

Something comes out of the darkness, looming in my peripheral vision. I duck, automatically twisting, but it keeps coming. I blink, and my breath leaves me in a whoosh as I’m shoved against the stone wall, inches from a flickering torch.

The light from that torch spills over the commander’s face, and I curse.

He smiles at me, but there’s no amusement in that smile. It simply amplifies the sharp planes of his face. The flames reflect back at me from his silver eyes, making him look like a demon who’s come to drag me down to hell.

I squirm and writhe, but he’s using his weight to hold me in place against the stone, his huge body like a slab of concrete against me.

Why do these Braxian men have to be so damn big?

I scowl up at him, and his smile widens. Trust him to gloat once he has me pinned.

“What do you want?” I hiss, careful to keep my voice quiet. The last thing I need is to wake up my cousin.

“Funny thing about human females,” he says, ignoring my question. “No matter how quiet you think you are, your movements sound like thunder to my ears.”

I scoff. He’s lying. I’m great at being sneaky. He’s definitely lying.

For sure lying.

Focus, Sarissa.

I bare my teeth at him. “And why would you care?”

“Because my king has charged me with making sure you don’t get killed traveling back to your tribe without me.”

I’d love to punch the smug look off his face, but it’d make too much noise. In one sentence—and with that tone—he’s told me that a) both he and the king think I’d be killed if I traveled alone and b) I belong elsewhere and I’m sure as hell not welcome here.

It pisses me off.

“Well,” I say sweetly, “it’s not like Arix’s little lapdog can think for himself, hmm?”

I don’t think he knows what a lapdog is, but from his expression, the translator in his ear has given him a pretty good idea. All hints of amusement leave his face. And then he smiles again, and the gleam of his teeth in the dark makes me shiver.

It’s probably not a good idea to piss off the Braxian commander, but I can’t seem to help myself.

“I was told to make sure you don’t leave alone, since you seem to have problems controlling your impulses. Our enemies have been spotted in many places between this castle and Rakiz’s camp, and yet you believe you can go alone?”

He curls his lip at me, and I push against his chest, but he’s not budging.

“You asshole. This castle is a shitshow. Your enemies almost killed the king and my cousin. Why would I trust any of your guards to go with me when they can’t even be trusted not to attempt to murder their monarch?”

Korzyn’s face goes blank, and I fight back a smile. Score. As commander of Arix’s army and the man tasked with keeping the king alive, it must burn that so many people so close to the king ended up being dirty.

To be fair, Korzyn and

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