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  His To Save

  A Post-Apocalyptic Alien Overlord Romance

  Selina Coffey

  Summer Cooper

  Copyright © Lovy Books Ltd, 2019

  Selina Coffey and Summer Cooper have asserted their right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the authors of this work.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Contents

  Personal Note

  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

  About the Author

  Personal Note

  Hey there,

  Thank you so much for buying my book.

  Selina

  1

  The low rumble of thunder shook the ground and Ann looked up, disoriented. Where was Rager, she worried. Where were the guards that should have been here to protect them both?

  Rager wasn’t there, he’d gone… somewhere. Confusion muddled her brain into a thick sludge that would not allow for coherent thoughts. Someone had come for her, she remembered. A voice came out of the darkness, a voice that had made her run to the back of the secret room she’d been hiding in.

  She’d tripped and fallen to the ground, as she ran from the anger, the venom, in that voice.

  “Ann! Get off your ass and come with me. Now!” Rex’s voice, filled with excited anger, shouted at her over the din of the battle that continued in the distance.

  She remembered now. Rex.

  Rex’s voice had come from the darkness and filled her with terror as he proclaimed he was about to kill her child and take her with him to do… something. She didn’t want to know what. She’d blocked it out for a moment, all of it. Her fear of him, of where Rager had disappeared to, and her anger at Rex, because deep down she knew, she absolutely knew, he’d caused this.

  She knew she didn’t have time to act the simpering maiden in need of a savior, she had to protect herself, and her baby, from this absolute idiot. If that meant following his orders, so be it. For now.

  She pushed herself off the ground, wiped at her bottom to remove any dust, and stood tall to look at Rex. Always the pest, this little bastard, always the one that caused problems. For now, she would do as he said, after all, he carried with him the weapons of the aliens and she knew he hated her now.

  She knew that it wasn’t just that he hated her, he loathed her. But not because she’d done anything to him personally. Well, not really. He’d decided he wanted her when the world came back to life, and that she could be his new toy. Only his toy turned out to be the mate of the aliens he detested. Now, carrying the child of an alien, she wasn’t just a traitor in his mind, she was polluted goods.

  “Katy,” she called into the darkness, where Katy had run to when the door opened.

  “Leave your fucking dog, Ann. We can’t take that mongrel with us. It’s too damn yappy.” Rex barked the words at her, and she turned away, stunned at his cruelty. Although, she thought, by this point, she shouldn’t be.

  With a tilt of her chin, Ann followed along behind Rex, determined to do whatever it took to stay safe, to protect her child. Hopefully, someone at the house would take care of the puppy for her. She didn’t want to leave her, but with the mood Rex was in, it was probably best to keep her away from him.

  He was dressed in black cargo pants and a black t-shirt with a wolf howling at the moon printed on the front. The uniform of the new army of the revolutionaries, the wolves and other malcontents. She would have found him handsome in the past, with his blond hair and hazel eyes, standing tall with triumph. Now, she saw him for what he was.

  An asshole that didn’t want anyone else to play with his toys.

  “Where is your transporter?” he asked, but it was more a demand for information than a polite question.

  “Outside.” She nudged her chin in the direction of the front door and walked behind him. She was glad now that she’d dressed when this all started, even if it was stuff she’d thrown on in the darkness. She didn’t feel naked at least, as they made their way through the destroyed house.

  She scanned the rooms with furtive glances but did not see Rager or any of the people that should have been there. She didn’t even see bodies, but then, the place was a wreck now. It was possible there were bodies…

  Ann stumbled behind Rex and crossed her arms over her stomach. She would not think the worse, she just wouldn’t. Rager was somewhere out there, otherwise, she’d know it. She would feel it. Wouldn’t she?

  “Fuck, when did you get so clumsy, Ann? Keep up, or I’ll shoot you now and get this all over with.” Rex’s face was a mask of hate that Ann could not look at.

  She kept her gaze on the ground and walked out of the door. She walked into the transporter, Rex close behind, and put her hands on the controls. The transporter responded to her touch, as it always did, and began to hover over the ground.

  “How far can we get in this thing?” Rex asked from the seat beside her.

  “It can cross the entire globe, indefinitely. It runs on an energy I don’t quite understand. It’s not really fuel…” her words faltered as she tried to think of how to explain it. “It’s not like our combustible engines, it’s a technology we don’t have. Not perpetual motion, but something like that.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense, Ann,” Rex complained and kicked his feet out in front of his body as he slouched in his seat, his weapon aimed right at her. “You never were the brightest lightbulb in the pack, I have to say.”

  Ann didn’t rise to his bait, she just pushed the transporter to leave the vicinity of the house, without a real direction in mind. She just knew that if she followed his orders, and got him far away from Rager, then she might be able to ensure that her new little family would all survive this night.

  “Head east, away from this place. I’m finished with these people now.”

  So, she thought, he’s started a revolution just to get what he wanted. Rex always had been a rather stupid boy, and he’d just proven it with this stunt. She’d wondered about it for a long time, what his ultimate goal was with this drive to start a revolution. She’d thought he wanted to rule the entire world, but as it turned out, he just wanted to ruin her.

  Talk about not being the brightest lightbulb in the pack!

  Once his cronies figured out he’d abandoned them, they would probably come after him. Or assume he was lost in battle somewhere, though she doubted he’d actually had anything to do with the fighting. He probably sat back while the others all fought their way into the Overlord’s house, and then came in as it finished. That was more his style.

  What he didn’t seem to grasp, even at this very moment, was that
the aliens were not only more powerful, they actually controlled all of the planet. This whole affair was an effort in futility, but as always, Rex was too stupid to see the big picture. All he could see was what he wanted.

  Sure, the idea of a revolution was a good one, especially when he’d only orchestrated the whole thing to get to her, but that was typical of Rex. He’d pull out some brilliant nugget of intelligence, but then he’d fuck it all up somewhere along the way. If she played it smart, did as he told her, and waited for her chance, she could escape this entire fiasco.

  Then she’d find her way back to Rager, and they’d find somewhere safe to have this baby. Her free hand moved as she aimed the transporter in the vague direction of the east. She cradled the place where her baby grew and promised that she would find a way out of this that was safe for them both.

  She hadn’t wanted to be the Overlord’s mate, she hadn’t asked for it, or competed for his attention. He’d made that decision long before she even met him. She’d dreamed about him, and now he was real. He was a part of her, a part she didn’t want to lose. She was only calm because their connection let her know that he was still alive.

  “What are you doing?” Rex asked with a snip of anger in his voice.

  “I’m touching my stomach,” she said softly, without any inflection at all. She knew she had to keep Rex calm, for now at least.

  “Stop that. You shouldn’t be cradling that filth you have in there. I’m going to take care of that as soon as we get to where we’re going.”

  “Where might that be?” Ann kept her gaze on the dark scenery ahead of her. She kept up a mantra in her head as she did so. Don’t provoke him, don’t provoke him.

  “I haven’t decided yet.” He looked away from her, back out to the forest on the ground below.

  Ann ignored the words he’d said, about her baby being filth and the rest of it. He was obviously off his rocker, and the only way she would get out of this was to think ahead, stay calm, and try not to antagonize him.

  She wanted nothing more than to go back home, to climb back into bed, and to wake up with the knowledge that this had all been a nightmare. Katy would be there, waiting for her to take her outside, and to play in the garden with her. Maybe if she just jumped up and punched the idiot, she could surprise him and knock him out.

  She knew none of that would happen though, this was real, and heroics or antagonizing Rex wouldn’t win the day. She knew the heroine always talked back in the films, she always got away after some witty comment, but real life was different.

  The newspapers used to be full of reports about women that were kidnapped and murdered. Life in general seemed to lose some kind of meaning before the end of the world came. Road rage had been an actual thing. People killed each other because of… driving. Because of songs. Because of sports teams. Because it was Wednesday and a good day to lose your mind.

  It was all ridiculous really, how life lost its value. Ann knew she’d been sheltered in many ways, but she had the same access to the news media that everybody else had. She’d seen it on her computer screen, heard her friends talk about it, seen it on the television. And now, Rex wanted to continue that devaluation of life and kill her baby, and maybe even her. Because of a few genetic differences.

  Anger flooded into her veins, but not the reckless kind that had driven so many in the world before the end came. No, this was a calm kind of anger, the kind that helped her to see clearly, that allowed her to wait. With a slight tilt of her head, Ann began to wait, and to watch, for any mistake Rex made.

  He was Rex, after all, star-studded, All-American boy-goodness, so full of himself he was certain he was the only one good enough, smart enough, to rule the day. Ann knew better, though, and so she waited.

  “What are you doing?” Rex asked when she lowered the altitude of the transporter.

  “There’s a storm ahead, I thought it would be safer to stay close to the ground.”

  “Oh. Well. Tell me before you do something like that next time.” He curled up in his chair like a little boy settled into the couch on a cold, rainy day. All he needed was a blanket and his mommy there to bring him a sandwich and a hot drink.

  The image burned into her mind, a portrait of Rex’s cowardly childishness that told her she would get out of this mess, and that she would find Rager. Somehow.

  For a moment, Ann wondered if Rex would turn into a wolf anytime soon. Was it his time of the month? Or had he got that out of the way before he tried to destroy her world? She didn’t want to have to deal with Rex in his wolf shape.

  Before the end came, she’d always assumed wolves were dog-sized, not too big, maybe the size of a German shepherd, but no bigger. After the end came, she’d seen how big he was. He was big, bigger than his parents, and ferociously feral, even after he’d become used to the process. His parents had become tame versions of their animal selves. Not Rex. He wasn’t a threat to them, but if anyone else had come around, he might have been.

  And now? Now that she was his enemy, would he see her as a threat? She thought he might. She watched him, but he didn’t show any of the signs that came before a shift. He wasn’t fidgeting or full of the nervous energy that would cause him to twitch sometimes. He was always a little hyper, and certainly aggressive, but he didn’t seem… frenetic, as he was before a shift.

  For now, she seemed to be safe from that, at least. She tried not to think any further than that. To do so would just cause her to panic. When a stray thought would try to slip through, she’d move around in her seat, roll her head on her neck, or just change the point in the distance that she gazed at.

  The sun had started to rise, and the sky began to glow with the coming dawn. She watched as the miles passed below them, curious about what the world looked like now. It didn’t appear to have changed much, but she knew she should have passed much more desert than she had. Instead, she’d seen rivers and streams, forests where none should have been. It must have been the doings of the aliens, this renewed life.

  “Where are we?” Rex asked and made Ann jump. She thought he’d fallen asleep, but quite obviously, he hadn’t.

  “Somewhere over Nevada, I think. It might be New Mexico, I’m not sure.” The aliens had tried to recreate a navigational system but hadn’t been able to recreate the system that humans had before the end came. She couldn’t read the system they’d replaced it with.

  “That sounds about right.” He got up from his seat and walked around the transporter.

  She heard a door open and then the sound of water being poured from a plastic container. She would have liked some but didn’t want to ask him for anything. Not when it would just come with a snotty reply or a refusal.

  She glanced at the weapon he’d left in his seat but knew she wouldn’t be able to reach it before he made it back to the chair. It wasn’t worth the risk, not yet. For now, it was best to wait for a better opportunity. Rex would offer her one, she had no doubt about that at all. She could always count on him to screw up somewhere along the way.

  “Do you want a drink?” he asked and handed her a small cup of water.

  She took the offered drink with a murmured thanks before she handed the cup back. He went back to the cupboard and put the cup away.

  “You know he’s dead, right?” He’d come up right behind her as he asked the question, and Ann tensed. “Your alien lover and all of his cronies will be little more than carrion by now. There’s nothing for you to go back to. So, don’t worry your pretty little head about things like escaping, alright? You have nowhere to go now. My men will assume I’ve died, your family will think you’ve gone missing or have died as well, and nobody will look for you. Get used to that idea now and we’ll have fewer problems. Understood?”

  “Yes, Rex,” she said softly, without turning to look at him. Her toes curled on the floor and that was the only sign she gave of how much she wanted to beat him to death with a shoe.

  2

  He growled low in his throat as he gave off a vo
lley of blue death with his weapon. The sound of a pained scream filled the air and he knew whoever it was that had followed him would follow no more. With one final glance back, he made his way to the location of the ground-to-ship transporters, the kind that moved him from the ground back up to his spaceship.

  “I want soldiers down there, now, Raya,” he said as he appeared on the ship, the atoms of his body still cementing back together as he spoke.

  A voice filled the air and spoke in the language of his people. It was a feminine voice, designed to soothe and calm. The computer that operated the systems on the ship was able to listen for any command from any of his people on the ship and respond.

  “Yes, Overlord. Do you want to destroy all of the humans or just those involved in this insurrection?”

  Rager thought about the last image he had of Ann, her face as he closed the panel that should have kept her safe. Someone had informed the revolutionaries about the safe room, though, because Ann had been taken. He’d seen it for himself when he went back to the house.

  “Only the revolutionaries that will not submit, Raya.” He marched from the transport room and in the direction of the command station. “Otherwise, I want them found and interrogated. I want to know where Ann is. After that, I’ll decide on what to do with them. Hold them after they are questioned until I say otherwise.”

  On his planet, caution was taken, and one was encouraged to make full use of every item available. To kill all of the revolutionaries would have been stupid, meaningless, and might encourage others to join the cause. If he kept them prisoner, wrung out every bit of information they could give, and left them for a while, he might find some other use for them.