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Sohut’s Protection

A.G. Wilde

Sohut’s Protection

Sohut’s Protection © A. G. Wilde 2020

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, businesses, or locales is coincidental and is not intended by the author.

This book is dedicated to my mother, who, bless her heart, missed my eyebrows waggling when I said I write books about humans being “taken” by aliens.

I love you, Mom!

Everything I know about surviving, I learned from you.

Contents

Disclaimer

Sohut’s Protection

Prologue

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

Epilogue

A note from A.G

Next in the Series

Other books by A.G.

Acknowledgments

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About the Author

Disclaimer

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only.

All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

Sohut’s Protection

You have to be really unlucky to be captured by aliens twice...

Well, here I am.

The Queen of Unlucky.

When I’m taken from Earth, my life takes a sharp turn. The alien ship crashes on a strange planet and before I know it, I’m taken again. These new “owners” are just as bad as the last ones and it doesn’t take me long to realize my chances of survival are dim.

I only have one chance to escape—so I take it.

I’m doing a good job of surviving too. That is…until the aliens send a hunter to track me down.

As soon as I lay eyes on him, I know he’s there to find me.

I can’t run; I can only hide—but I can’t hide forever.

It’s a fight for my freedom…

…but it’s my heart that’s in trouble of falling into the hunter’s trap.

Sohut’s Protection is a full-length standalone sci-fi romance featuring a heroine with the will to survive and a hot, charming, and possessive hero who would do anything to protect the one who steals his heart.

If you like sexy aliens, adventure, and steamy romance, check out Sohut’s Protection.

This standalone book contains:

- Steamy scenes

- HEA

- No cheating

- No cliffhangers

Prologue

Hudo III

A little over, a year ago

What’s worse than one greedy alien?

Two greedy aliens.

“They will be most pleased with what we’ve retrieved.”

The aliens’ conversation drifted toward the back of the rattling cart, and Cleo resisted the urge to growl at the two green beings.

They were some version of an alien species of orc: big and green with the tusks to boot.

For the entire journey, they had been discussing just how many credits they would get from their wares and…wait for it…she was pretty sure she was one of the wares.

Heck, if she wanted to sell herself, she could have easily done so on Earth. She didn’t need to be kicked straight across the universe to end up in some cage.

…Earth.

She’d give anything to go back there. Anything so she didn’t have to be here…wherever this was.

Above her, the pink sky looked surreal, but it was a definite indication that she wasn’t home anymore—unless she was on the set of some weed smoker’s music video.

Another jolt of the cart she was traveling in and her forehead almost banged against the metal bars of the cage she was holding on to for stability.

“The slizz alone will get us a teruva coin,” one of the aliens continued.

“What about the human?” the other asked.

Mention of her made Cleo’s spine stiffen a little and she gripped the bars even tighter.

Till then, they hadn’t discussed the beings they were transporting in any specific way. It’d just been talk about credits.

She hadn’t even known they were aware she was human.

“Not much. It looks too frail for labor…”

There was a pause.

“Who said we had to sell it for labor? Blurgens are frail but good for pleasure.”

There was another pause.

If her lungs didn’t start burning, she wouldn’t have realized she was holding her breath, waiting for the alien’s response.

“A pleasure creature.” The alien let out a disturbing laugh. “Good point.”

No.

Not a good point.

Not a good point AT ALL.

The cart rattled again, and it threw her upper body against the bars. Off to her side in one of the other cages, something cried out as it collided with the metal of its own cage.

Big ole Tweedle-orc-dee and Tweedle-orc-dum didn’t even glance behind them at the sound. But she didn’t need their obvious nonchalance to know they didn’t care.

For the entire journey, they’d sat with their huge green leathery backs turned to the many cages behind them.

They didn’t seem to care that she and the other creatures in the cages were on a huge moving vibrator—only, she wasn’t getting any pleasure from this ride.

The rocky road the cart traveled over shook the cart bed so much that her teeth rattled in her head.

Gripping the bars tight, Cleo squeezed her eyes shut to stop her mounting headache.

Her cage was right at the back of the cart and she could see every rock and bump the wheels rolled over. Gripping on to the bars was the only way she was avoiding getting a concussion.

“What about the fuhol?” The aliens’ conversation continued.

His companion grunted. “If it survives the journey, we sell it to the dragars and buy woogli smoke.”

“You should give it some of that life fluid.”

The alien took a swig of what she assumed was the “life fluid” they were talking about and swallowed eagerly, gulping so hard she could hear the sound even above the noise of the cart.

The one drinking grunted again. “Waste life fluid on that ugly beast’s scales? I see you’re still suffering from our last time sniffing woogli smoke.”

At that, they both chuckled—a horrible wheezing sound that made Cleo’s blood boil.

They’d