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  ALPHA

  Warriors of Kaizon - Book 2

  Luna Hunter

  Copyright 2019 Luna Hunter.

  Published by Luna Hunter at Amazon.

  This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Luna Hunter, please do not reproduce illegally.

  Contents

  About this book

  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

  Epilogue

  Also by Luna Hunter

  About this book

  MAKAYLA

  I screwed up.

  I ignored the warnings and wandered too far from home. And now a colossal alien warlord has got me tied up. He’s all horns, claws, and muscles upon muscles. My captor is savage, ruthless, dominant. Everything I hate.

  And yet, the look in his alien eyes makes my heart race and my stomach flutter…

  He’s supposed to be my enemy.

  I want him to be so much more.

  KERAX

  I came to Earth to claim the throne.

  And then I saw her, and I knew I had to take her.

  Her scent drives me mad. Her skin is soft and perfect. Her luscious curves fill me with desire. I can barely control myself around her.

  The throne can wait.

  First she will give me an heir

  ALPHA is the second book in the steamy Sci-Fi Romance series Warriors of Kaizon, by Luna Hunter. Each book follows a different couple and can be read as a standalone. No cheating, HEA guaranteed!

  Chapter 1

  Makayla.

  It began with a berry pie.

  “I’m going to bake Ka'de a birthday cake,” I whisper conspiratorially to Dev as the little alien tyke plays on the hardwood floor, blabbering incoherently to himself in a mixture of English and Kaizon.

  He’s the fruit of Jade and Vuka’s union, and in every single way the adorable baby is remarkable. His skin is a deep, dark gray, just like his father’s, and the two horns that are growing out of his forehead get bigger every single day. Ka'de’s got his mother’s characteristic green eyes, and her softer facial features.

  This little man is the living proof that human and Kaizon genetics are compatible. He’s the first of his kind, a real-life miracle.

  And it’s almost his birthday.

  The baby has brought life into our home, and for the first time in years, I feel hopeful. Ka'de is real, tangible proof of change. Of a possible different future, where women will no longer have to live in fear.

  Ever since the Big Mistake, women have become nothing more than property for the elite. Birthrates have plummeted, the Earth itself has been scorched, and governments all across the globe toppled over like dominos. I’ve read the news clipping a thousand times over, looking for answers, but all I ever found was despair.

  No one knows who started it all, or why. I’ve given up on trying to figure it out. It doesn’t matter. I can’t change the past. I can, however, change the future. That’s why I’ve been devouring books like my life depends on it, reading up on every single topic I could get my hands on. Biology, chemistry, history, I’ve studied it all.

  It’s all led me to this moment: Baking the first human/alien baby a cake for this first birthday.

  It’s a heavy burden, but I think I can shoulder it.

  “Why are we whispering?” Dev asks. “I didn’t know birthday cakes are a secretive affair.”

  “They are,” I say, “because I have to sneak out to get the right berries.”

  She frowns. “What’s wrong with all the stuff you’ve been growing out in the garden?”

  “I want this cake to be special. You only turn one once, after all. Jade loves berries more than anything, so I want to surprise her. Now that Vuka has set up a perimeter and forbidden us from wandering into the forest alone, well, I need you to cover for me while I go out. Can you do that for me?”

  “You? Honest Makayla? Break the rules? That’s a first!”

  “I’m doing it for that little guy.”

  “Him? I don’t think he’ll notice the difference, to be honest.”

  “Shut up,” I chuckle. “He will. Can you cover for me or not?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I got you, sis.”

  “Thanks.”

  I hug her tightly. When we first met we did not get along; she’s quick to make up her mind and she’s not afraid to share that opinion. Meanwhile, I prefer to think it over, to have all the facts ready before I throw my proverbial hat in the ring. Despite our clashing personalities, we’ve grown so close I consider her my sister.

  You have no choice other than to trust each other out there, in the wild. The four of us — Jade, Dev, Zoey, and myself — lived together for half a decade in an abandoned subway carriage we turned into a home. It hasn’t even been two years since we left, but it feels like a lifetime.

  Now we have a real house that Vuka has built for us all: the Kaizon warrior that fell from the sky and changed everything.

  “What are you two schmoozing about?” Jade asks as she walks in, two knitting needles in her hands. Since the baby’s been born, it seems like she’s always knitting something. The baby grows faster than she can keep up, so she’s constantly re-knitting the small amount of clothes we have to dress the tyke.

  If he grows up to be as big as his father, well, Jade’s going to have to knit her butt off.

  “We were just wondering when number two will be on the way,” Dev says, grinning. “We’ve got a bet going. I say you’re already pregnant, while Makayla here says there won’t be a second. You know, because of how big you’ve gotten.” She mimics a round belly with her hand. “Kay says Vuka can’t get it up anymore.”

  “WHAT?!” Jade and I scream in unison.

  Dev cracks up, her characteristic laugh filling the room. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Oh god, you should have seen your own two faces. Worth it!”

  “I never said anything like that, Jade, I swear!” I say.

  Jade scrunches her nose as she frowns at Dev. “Instead of trying to be funny, why don’t you make yourself useful and go gather some firewood outside? We’re almost out.”

  Dev turns to me and gives me a quick wink. “Why don’t you go and do that for me, Kay?”

  “Yes,” I stammer. “Yes, I’ll do it! Anything to get away from Dev’s smart mouth!”

  “Thank you, Kay,” Jade says. “See, some people do pull their weight around here! And for the record, Vuka goes wild for my belly.”

  “Too much information,” I say. “Keep me out of it!”

  “I thought you of all people would want to know every last, fine detail of interspecies procreation!” Dev teases. “Come on, Jade, tell us one more time about what Vuka’s packing down there. In graphic, excruciating detail, please. I want to know where every vein is.”

  Jade’s green eyes are shooting daggers. “I’m sure you do. Go find yourself your own alien warrior.”

  “I will, if you’ll point me in the right direction.”

  Jade points up at the ceiling. “They’re in space, regretfully. With any luck, Vuka’s message will have reached his homeworld by now. He’s expecting his brothers to land here at any moment. We’ll finally be able to fight back against the raiders and the slavers, instead of just sitting here and waiting, praying
that they don’t find us.”

  Having a baby hasn’t dampened Jade’s fighting spirit one bit. I wish I was more like her. She’s confident, kind, courageous, and a mom at the same time. She’s really got it all.

  “See you in a bit!” I say as I storm out of the room, happy for an excuse to leave that awkward situation behind me. Dev’s a joker, but sometimes she takes it a bit too far. I know she doesn’t mean any of it, but still, she can be a bit crass and tactless.

  The day passes by quickly as I make good ground, keeping my eyes peeled for any and all berries in sight. They’re in season, so by my calculations, the grounds half a day’s march south ought to be crawling with them.

  Instead, I don’t find a single berry. And to make matters worse, I realize after passing the same stump for the third time that I’m hopelessly, terribly lost.

  Crap.

  I’ll have to wait till night falls, and then navigate my way back using the stars. Shouldn’t be a problem. Not that I’ve ever done that before, but I read about it in a book. Three years ago. So, I should be okay.

  Vuka will chew me out for wandering too far from our home, though. And you do not want to piss of a Kaizon warrior. His skin will turn as dark as a storm cloud, his eyes will turn as red as a supernova, and he’ll grow another foot. When he’s in that state, he’s practically indestructible.

  Battle rage, Jade calls it.

  Scary as fuck is my take on it.

  Could be worse though; I could have run into a band of raiders. Luckily, that hasn’t happened. I sit there, stomach growling, until the first stars appear in the night’s sky.

  I set off towards what I think is north, but I don’t get far.

  After one step in the wild undergrowth, a twig launches itself into the air. Attached to said twig is a rope — and my ankle is caught in it!

  I walked straight into a poacher’s trap.

  I’m left dangling in the air, upside down, completely and totally helpless.

  Double crap.

  Chapter 2

  Kerax

  It’s hard to believe that this wasteland, this pitiful planet, really holds the key to our species’ future. And yet Vukaror claims this ‘Earth’ contains many, many fertile females.

  I must see it to believe it. So far, I hate it here.

  There are trees as far as the eye can see, and it’s hot and humid. My sensors haven’t picked up any signs of intelligent life. This is a backwater planet, plain and simple.

  Perhaps my older brother finally lost it.

  Or Vukaror sent me that message as a decoy, to distract me from the real planet filled with potential mates! At that thought, my blood boils, and my knuckles turn white as I grip the control stick. If that’s what he did, I will hunt him to the edge of the universe! I spent countless months in this piece of scrap metal — our ‘King’ Vukaror took the best ship for himself, of course, leaving his brothers with beaters and prototypes. If it was all for nothing… I will lay this planet to waste.

  Ruff!

  A wagging tail hits my leg, accompanied by playful bark, and that jolts me out of my rage.

  “Ah, Jip!” I say as I pet my warhound. “Do you want to go for a walk?”

  The sleek animal jumps up against me, his long tongue licking my face, his horn nearly poking my eye out.

  “Down boy,” I say with a chuckle. “Yes, you’ve got cabin fever, don’t you, boy? We’re about to set down; just relax. Yes, that’s a good boy.”

  Jip has taken my rage down a notch, and I set my ship down close to the source of Vukaror’s signal. As soon as I open the door, my hound sprints out the door at full throttle.

  “You’re feeling alright there?” I chuckle as he sprints in circles around the ship, his tongue hanging out his mouth, his tail wagging at a million miles per minute. I take the moment to stretch.

  Kaizon aren’t meant to be locked up in tiny metal boxes for months upon months. We are good at two things.

  Fucking and fighting.

  Now that our women have gone infertile, the joy has been taken out of the first option. I still enjoy the second one — I could bully every treasonous Kaizon house into submission if I wanted to, but what’s the point if we die out afterwards?

  As much as I resent my brother, he was right about one thing: We need mates. And according to the message he sent out, they ought to be here.

  My boot sinks deeply into the soggy earth. This world is very different from Kysus. The air itself offends me. I slap the annoying leaves out of the way as I move towards the source of Vukaror’s signal, Jip following behind me.

  I arrive at the mouth of a cave. I push my shoulders back and crack my neck. My fingers glide over the edge of my blade. Still sharp.

  As long as I’ve can remember, Vukaror has always had everything handed to him on a silver platter. That’s the privilege of the firstborn. Father only had eyes for him — his prodigy, his successor. The old man practically ignored me.

  The fact that I scored top marks from the War Academy didn’t register. Being the youngest graduate ever? Not important. I did everything I possibly could to make that man proud, and I’ve got absolutely nothing to show for it.

  I’m about to take what has always belonged to me: the throne. There are no other brothers here to interfere — not this time. Habitually, my fingers brush against my horns. I fought Vukaror once before, and to my regret, he snapped one of my horns right in half. As punishment, I was forbidden from growing it back. I had to keep it broken as a constant reminder to anyone who would oppose my ‘dear’ brother.

  The second Vukaror left Kysus for Earth, I started the healing process. And now I’m going to impale him on them. I’m going to enjoy watching the life leave his eyes. And then, I’m going to conquer this entire planet and make all their women mine.

  My footsteps echo through the empty cave. The remains of Vukaror’s ship are here, but he is not. The sigil of our house is scrawled on the wall, along with a message to wait here.

  In frustration, I kick a boulder so hard it dents the ship. Jip barks, the sound taking him by surprise.

  No, brother. I’m not going to camp out here and wait for you to get the drop on me. I’m going to hunt you. I’m going to find you. And then, I’m going to kill you.

  I exit the cave and study the markings on the ground. Jip excitedly wags his tail. “You got the scent, boy?” I ask. “Good. Show me the way.”

  I follow the path for two days straight, without stopping for a rest even once. Jip and I have tracked across both the poles of Kysus, setting records both times, and that was an arduous trek lasting weeks. This is a walk in the park in comparison.

  At the dawn of the third day, a curious sight catches my attention.

  A female. Human. Dark-skinned. Head full of curls. Curvy body. Strung up, upside down.

  A gift.

  She’s surrounded by three human males dressed in rags and covered in dirt who are arguing loudly. I tap my left ear, activating the translator device that Surlok has developed just in time for my departure. The device takes a moment to study their language before translating it for me on the fly.

  “I saw her first!”

  “Yeah, but I’m the one who laid the trap, right?”

  “Well, yeah, but—”

  “Which means that without me, there wouldn’t BE a treasure to share, right?”

  “I mean—”

  “Ergo, I shall have first dibs.”

  “Ergo?! Ergo you can go fuck yourself, Jelte!”

  “Guys, can we calm down? She’s got enough holes for the three of us.”

  “Yeah, and I’m taking her cunt.”

  “Like hell you are!”

  If these are human males, then conquering this planet will be easier than I thought. They are short, barely reaching up to my chest. Their bodies are weak, frail, malnourished.

  So very different from the female. Her body is much curvier, a fact even her baggy clothes can’t hide. Just by looking at her I feel my body r
eact, my adrenaline pumping, blood surging down towards my cock, my quad throbbing with anticipation.

  The reaction takes me by surprise. I have mated with countless Kaizon females. I have done my part in trying to keep the plummeting birthrates up, all with no effect, no heirs, nothing to show for it. Despite all my experience, no Kaizon woman has ever had an effect on me like this human female has.

  Vuka wasn’t lying when he said the females on this planet are suitable mates. I never could have imagined such an alien form being so alluring, but my body does not lie.

  My body has one instinct, and that is to mate. To spread my seed. To continue my line. And every inch of my body wants to knock this female up right here, right now. I’m dying to see what’s underneath all those layers of clothing she’s wearing.

  My blood starts to boil as the humans discuss which one gets to mate with her first. As if the question were up to them!

  One of the humans removes his belt, as if to stake his claim.

  “Listen here, scrub, if anyone’s fucking this bitch, it’s me, got it? I’m the one with the gun. I call the shots,” the human male says.

  “What are you going to do, shoot me?” the other one responds.

  The gun-wielding human raises the gun and pulls the trigger. The noise makes Jip wince, but I calm him down with a hand on his side. He knows not to move a muscle until I give him the command.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Siebe, what the fuck?!” the third male protests. “What the fuck?! You shot Jelte!”

  “He asked for it, didn’t he? Now step back, or you’re next.”

  “Fuck,” the male protests, his face now looking pale as he gazes at his friend’s lifeless corpse. “I just lost my appetite. I’m out of here.”