Mated To The Blue Alien Savage King: Blue Alien Romance Series: The Clans of Antarea, #3

By Enid Titan

She married a man she never spoke a word to. 

Now, they're thrust on a quest to save their planets.

An evil race of artificial intelligence bent on enslavement shatter their family.

As AI, space travel and war threaten to pull their family apart,

Leofric and Coco must prove that love can survive the universe's relentless tug toward entropy.

The heat between the savage alpha King and his sexy, human Princess reaches a fever pitch as they dash through space and time to save their family.

This steamy sci-fi romance is a blue alien romance set in Enid Titan's alien romance universe. This is the third and final book in the series featuring NO cliffhanger and a guaranteed HEA. If you enjoy hot alien romance and alien savage romance stories, you'll love this sizzling hot book which will leave you dripping with excitement over the alien male/human female pairing!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Enid Titan Romance
• Release date: May 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393801108

Book preview

1

The Death Of The Corporation

Leofric squeezes my hand. Ingrid gestures toward the door.

Hurry, she insists, I promise, we will explain everything.

Aldith steps in front of me and Leofric, a scowl plastered on her face.

Who are you, human? We will not leave with you because you request it.

I trust her, I say to Aldith, She wouldn’t have come here unless it were important.

We don’t have time to argue, Ingrid says, They’re coming. A Castorean force.

Aldith balks at the mention of the Castorean force, but I don’t recognize the word. I never met this species on the outpost, and I heard no one speak about them.

Leofric signs to Aldith.

Send Oeric to get the children. Send them to the royal battleship. I’ll contact the observatory. If there are Castorean ships, we can detect them.

Ingrid stares at me, the blood on my forehead and my sparse clothing. Her stern soldier’s expression cracks, and she extends her arms for a hug.

Come, child. I’ve missed you.

I sink into her arms and embrace her comforting motherly smell. It’s ironic that I feel closer to Tucker’s mother than my own.

How did you get here? I ask her.

A lot has happened on Earth since you left. The surviving colonists from Earth II worked with me to expose the Corporation for abandoning the colony. After that, all hell broke loose. But we need to get you to safety first.

Leofric nods and signs to me. 

Leave. Go with her.

I can’t leave you.

The children will be on the warship. Go.

Leofric’s generals surround him and half the wedding guests leave, hastening towards their homes and villages, readying to defend themselves. Leofric will not evacuate and leave his people alone on the planet.

How fast can you evacuate this planet? Ingrid asks him.

I interpret his signs for her.

Two hours. 

Confirm what you need to. I’ll teleport Coco to the warship.

I grab Leofric’s arm and he turns to me, hair falling between black horns, his white eyes fixed on me.

You’d better be on that ship.

Ingrid plugs in the 3D-coordinates and takes my hand. Before I can kiss him goodbye, Leofric fades away and I endure the most uncomfortable teleportation of my life. I’m nearly sick to my stomach when I land on the warship’s pad. I brace myself against the wall and gasp for breath. Ingrid has had plenty of time to get used to the harsh teleportation and she helps me up. 

Leofric will have to join us once we’re in orbit. I assume you know your way around?

I nod.

The children should be in their quarters by now and Aldith will be on the bridge.

Good. She will have evidence that what I’m saying is true.

I don’t understand. What could be so terrifying that the clan would evacuate?

Ingrid’s expression softens, and I think her eyes are swimming with water.

It’s horrible, Cosima. Horrible what happened.

I lead her to the bridge first, even if my worry for Sky, Synne and Uhtric climbs every moment I’m away from them. Aldith turns to us when we enter, her shoulders tense. Her hand fondles the handle of her dagger. She speaks solemnly.

We must leave the planet. Our settlement on Antarea is compromised. I’ve contacted Leofric. He’ll be here and we’ll leave once the population boards the last ship.

Can you really pick up and leave like that?

We are nomads at heart, ready for invasion at any point in time. I sent a message to the clans on the other continents, but I don’t know if they will heed them.

Ingrid nods.

I’ll send the human troops away with their orders. I’d like to remain here if I have your permission.

Aldith nods.

What happened to Sungifu?

Aldith smirks and winks at me.

Perhaps you should let the General know.

The General. I never thought of Ingrid as a general before, but that’s what she is now. Whatever happened to her on Earth turned her into a soldier. More than a soldier, a general. It has to be fucked up to turn a grandma into a general. I take Ingrid’s arm.

Come. You can meet your grandchildren.

Those babies must be walking by now!

Ingrid isn’t ready for how much the children have grown. I open their quarters and Ingrid gasps. They stop their argument and stare at us. Let’s just say they don’t see many humans.

Ingrid, these are the kids.

No!

Yup. Synne, Sky, Uhtric, this is your grandmother.

Your mother? Synne asks, confused.

Sort of.

I’ve never explained Tucker to the kids and I don’t want to delve into it now. What’s important is that Ingrid meets them. 

What are your names? My, my, they must be teenagers by now! They grow so fast!

She doesn’t know the half of it. Sky and Uhtric sign their names, and Synne introduces herself. She helps the boys by translating their sign language for Ingrid.

They’re spectacular! They look so Antarean!

They are their father’s children through and through.

May I have a seat? Ingrid asks, pointing to the round table they usually play dice and card games on. Synne pulls a chair out for her.

Yes, grandmother. Have a seat.

Ingrid will explain what’s happening and why we have to leave the planet.

Sky signs.

Are we going to the outpost?

I shake my head, and Ingrid begins her story. 

After the colonists returned to Earth, we exposed the Corporation. Tucker became a martyr — a loyal Corporation servant left to die on an alien planet, his death covered up by the very people he displayed nothing but loyalty to.

It’s funny how life works out that way. Tucker became a martyr, and in his death, all his wrongdoing vanished. I couldn’t even deny the facts about him that made him a martyr. If nothing else is true, he dedicated his life to the Corporation at everyone’s expense, including my own.

Ingrid continues, Earth became angry. The festering wounds of the Corporation’s oppression bubbled over. The President of the Corporation and the VP protected the interests of the Board of Directors. They sold the planet to the Castoreans, enriching themselves by quadrillions and evacuating to the nearest habitable planet. We didn’t know what happened. All we knew was that the Corporate leaders vanished. We celebrated.

Her voice trembled.

We were so foolish, Coco. We didn’t know what was coming next. The horror the Castoreans would unleash.

2

They Must Have Weaknesses

Ingrid takes nearly an hour to finish her story. The Castoreans are a race of Artificial Intelligence. Created by the Polluxians centuries ago, the Castoreans began as an oppressed race, used like machines by their creators without regard for their intelligence. The Polluxians expelled them from the planet, sending them to Castor one thousand years ago. They were quiet, rebuilding each other and learning how to create themselves. They launched biochemical warfare on Pollux and spread to conquer other planets with an emotionless army of metal. 

United by an AI-supremacist leader, they spread to the far reaches of the Alpha Quadrant, gaining planets where they can hunt humanoid life-forms. They do it for enjoyment, Ingrid explains. 

On Earth, they’re using most of the people as slave laborers, setting up camps and checkpoints, and inserting tracking chips beneath the skin. They hijacked the broadcasts and each week, select humans for sport. The Hunt has replaced all television shows on the planet. One hundred humans selected by lottery for the Castoreans to slaughter over the course of the twenty-four-hour broadcast.

The last to survive has their family spared from future selection. My stomach sickens. Clara and my mother are still on Earth. I have no way of contacting them.

They must have a weakness, I point out, Otherwise, they would have killed all of us — every form of life in the galaxy.

If they have a weakness, no human has yet discovered it. We tried to contact the Polluxians for help. The Castoreans still fear their race of creators, but to get to Pollux, we’d have to pass through their territory. They’ve expanded and conquered nearly every world in their path.

Synne rises and pounds her fist on the table.

If they come to Antarea, we will defeat them! Our clan is strong.

The door slides open, and Leofric enters. He snorts and signs at her.

Synne, darling, sit.

She appears puzzled, but obeys.

We leave Antarea shortly. We have not heard from the other clans about evacuation, but we cannot linger. Citizens board the last ship, we’re sailing towards Tau.

Taureans. These are the green reptile people, right?

They live underground on their planet. Their sun is too strong for the Castoreans to attempt conquest. Our people have avoided them because of their perpetual slew of civil wars. They war too much for Antareans. 

You think you can make it to Tau?

Leofric nods.

Coco, take her back to Aldith and then meet in my quarters.

I bow respectfully, a new habit I’ve picked up since living here, and lead Ingrid away. Once we’re alone, she grins excitedly.

I see you have found a home here?

Yes.

I am happy for you, Cosima. But I have news from Earth that may not please you.

What is it?

News about your family. 

Oh.

The Castorean government reassigned Clara and your mother to a labor camp in Australia when the Castoreans took over the planet. They assigned her husband to China. I don’t know what happened to them after that.

When I thought the news from Earth couldn’t get worse. I spent my life in resistance to the Corporation, only to find the leaders I’d fought hard against replaced by worse. 

How can I get in touch with them?

I started the resistance with the Earth II survivors. We have people in all the labor camps, but since we left, no news leaves the planet.

How did you get out of there alive, Ingrid?

I did some things I regret. But I had to come to you.

Why are they coming to Antarea?

They interrogated a survivor of Earth II. One of our own. They probed his memory. One of our informants working in the prison knew what he’d given up and the Castoreans have been after the nomadic clans for years. Your king will know.

I leave Ingrid with Aldith and return to the quarters I share with the King. The ship rumbles beneath my feet. We’re surging through space, away from the planet I was ready to call home. Considering the news Ingrid brings from Earth, I can’t say I’m unhappy the Clan Lammas citizens are nomads. Leofric sits at his war table in our quarters, a holographic astrometric map projected above it. He moves ships around and flips the map with his fingers.

Interrupting? I ask.

He shuts the map down and comes close to me, drawing his hand across my cheek and wiping the blood from my forehead.

My mate.

Not much of a honeymoon, is it?

He kisses my cheek and then my lips. I allow myself to sink into his embrace, pressing my hands to his tough, blue chest. My warrior king. He pulls away and directs me to sit across from him.

As Princess, I can let you into strategy. 

What a privilege, I tease.

Leofric smiles.

I contacted the Taurean senate and explained to them what’s happening. They’ll allow us passage through their space until we make it to Tau. I have until then to figure out what I will tell them.

Will you ask them for help?

An alliance. It’s time for the Clans of Antarea to unite with the other powers in this quadrant. After the Castoreans find our homeworld, we may be the only clan left except for the smaller bands. 

Clan Ostara and Clan Yule?

Leofric nods.

Imbolg might survive, but they’re a divided clan.

You’ll come up with something.

We have other territories with Lammas clans. Other planets.

You do?!

Earth II, as you call it, was not the first place we laid roots. But Antarea is our ancestral home. We have always had a colony on Antarea until now. 

Your clan has so many ships and so many people. Are you sure you can’t fight the Castoreans?

Leofric shakes his head.

We have an old history with the droids. They do not feel, Coco. Do you know what that means?

I guess. They kill with impunity?

Worse than that. They kill and torture and maim and rape. They attack civilians. They desire the destruction of all ‘flesh’. They want to wipe out the quadrant. Every one of us. Our best defense against them is distance, and now the man they tortured for information vanquished that distance. They can steal our planet with ease. 

We ought to look for weaknesses. They must have weaknesses, I ask him the same question I asked Ingrid.

Leofric grins.

Yes, they have weaknesses. Everyone does. You are thinking like a clanswoman now.

He stands and lifts me from my chair. I wrap my legs around him and run my hands through his hair between his horns.

We’ll survive this, won’t we?

Leofric kisses me deeply, a passionate kiss, but not an answer.

3

As A Princess…

The Taureans greet our ships with a display of their own. They force most of the Taurean ships to remain on the border of their space. Half a million Antareans pouring into their space could terrify their populace. A convoy of Taurean generals escort the royal warship and ten Clan Lammas ships to Tau and we teleport underground. The surface of the planet is too hot for most humans to last long without protection from the sun. Even my melanin can’t protect me from the radiation of their red giant. Underground, a tall woman with a dark veil leads us to our quarters. 

The walls are shiny black onyx and the floors dirt. A makeshift cot large enough for me and Leofric sits in the center of the floor. The woman leaves us alone and I search for a light. The only one I find is dim and red.

Well. This is nice.

Leofric scowls.

I don’t know how the Taureans live like this with so little light.

I’m glad we’re on the same page at least. Tomorrow, Leofric meets with the senate. The kids are still in orbit, with Ingrid looking after them. Aldith, Oeric, Etheldred, Ceolmund and Odi have their own quarters on the planet until the senate meeting tomorrow. As a Princess, I have the qualifications to attend the senate meeting, but I prefer to stay out of Antarean politics. It seems more respectful. At least their panel here comes programmed with tons of human food that I haven’t had in ages. I get a huge plate of lasagna and three different flavors of cake, balancing them all as I sit with Leofric on the wooden bench around the low table.

Hungry? I ask him.

He shakes his head.

What are you thinking of, my king?

I received word from the home world. The Castoreans arrived. We made it in time. Others weren’t so lucky.

I have little fondness for other Antarean clans, but that doesn’t mean I support these Castoreans destroying them.

What happened?

5 million dead. The Clan Imbolg and Ostara councils were the only ones to escape. Each has about three hundred survivors. We are officially the largest clan on Antarea. 

I’m sorry.

If we fail here, we will have to retreat. But our other planets cannot hold all of us. We will have to scatter across space and there is no guarantee our clan will last. This fracturing could split us apart. New civil wars. New clans.

I fork a bite of carrot cake, chocolate cake and lemon cake into my mouth and once, chewing on the uncomfortably large bolus of buttery cake as I make my way to Leofric’s seat and wrap my arms around him, kissing his cheek.

I trust you.

He kisses my arm and purrs. He rises and kisses the top of my head.

Thank you, little pet.

My bosom draws the attention of his eyes. He licks his lips.

You would not think it crude if I desired you now.

What better time, my king? We have no guarantee of tomorrow.

He nods. 

Clothes off.

I take off my bra and Leofric drops to his knees, lifting my loincloth impatiently and spreading my thighs. His tongue rushes from his mouth and slides