Rescued by the Alien Warrior by Hope Hart (motivational books for students .txt) 📕

by your ignorance, you spread it like a disease. Human women have more strength in their vaginas than you have in your entire body, so you need to shut your fool mouth before I shut it for you.”

I’m hard, I realize, as I stare at the scene in front of me. I wrestle with the urge to stride toward Zoey, fist her long hair, and slam my mouth down on hers. My father glowers at her, and I step forward. Enough.

Zoey sends me one burning look that warns me not to intervene, and I wave my hand, giving her space as my father lifts his lip in a sneer.

“What could your weak human body do to me?”

Zoey smiles. “You know how I killed the Dokhalls in that cave? Poison. Be very careful not to push me.”

I stare at her. I know Zoey would never poison my father. But he doesn’t know that.

“You dare threaten me?”

Her smile widens. “It’s not a threat. It’s a fucking promise. The women in this camp have enough to deal with without narrow-minded idiots spreading rumors.”

My father reddens at that, but a tiny flash of respect sparks in his eyes as Zoey turns and stalks away.

It would be easier to stop breathing than it would be to not follow her. So I don’t even try.

“Tagiz,” my father hisses, but I pretend I can’t hear him as I stride past him, keeping the furious female in my sight as she stomps between the kradis, muttering angrily to herself.

I stalk her, ignoring the way she glances over her shoulder at me, making it clear I’m not welcome anywhere near her.

“You made an enemy of my father, little healer.”

Her jaw sticks out. “I don’t care.”

I laugh, and she glowers at me. But I’m not laughing at her. I’m laughing at the sheer ludicrousness of my actions up until this point.

I’m laughing in disbelief at the fact I thought I could ever give Zoey up.

I follow her to her kradi, and relief courses through my body. I no longer have a constant weight pressing on my chest. The decision has been made. Of course I couldn’t stay away from my little healer. Of course I can’t give her up. Asking me to do so is like asking the sun to no longer shine.

When Zoey was taken…my blood turned to ice. I couldn’t imagine never seeing her again. All I wanted was to keep her safe in my kradi for the rest of our lives. The sight of the bruise on her cheek still makes me want to roar.

The way I feel about her…it’s all instinct. I become feral at the thought of losing her—of watching her gift her smile to someone else for the rest of our lives. Or worse, never again seeing that smile light up her face.

Zoey turns once we reach her kradi. She stares at me, and I realize I must look insane as I throw my head back, still chuckling at the thought of falling in line with my father’s plans and giving her up. I truly thought I could do it, and that’s the most amusing thought of all. Because I would burn down this world for Zoey.

So now I have to prove myself to her.

I will lose my father over this, and my mother will likely stand beside him. His friends and their families will probably shun me. But if my father’s love is only dependent on my doing what he wants, then it’s not love at all.

Zoey’s words run through my head.

“Maybe you feel like you need to live up to the idea of what Calix wants you to be simply because you feel like you owe him for taking you in as a child. But any decent person would’ve done the exact same thing.”

They would have. If my father loved me, would he want me to never know the pleasure of a true mating?

If I choose to do what my father wants, I’m ruining four lives. Malis, Heric, Zoey—none of them want this mating. And for me, the thought of never touching Zoey’s soft skin again, never kissing her soft lips, makes me want to roar.

Even worse, I allowed my father to poison my thoughts. I believed him when he said human females were weak. The idea is absurd. My little healer is tougher and smarter than most warriors.

I step closer, my hand finding Zoey’s cheek. She closes her eyes, and I brush my thumb along her neck, watching as her skin breaks out in goose bumps.

“Your body knows you belong to me, little healer.”

“Tagiz,” Zoey says, but we’re interrupted by Kroniz as he runs toward us.

“Dokhalls have been spotted near our territory,” he says. “Rakiz wants a full defense.”

I nod, my eyes still on Zoey’s face.

“We will continue this later,” I say. She shrugs, turning and walking into her kradi, and I grind my teeth in frustration.

First, I will make sure this camp is safe. Then I will win my little healer back to my side.

Zoey

“Zoey?”

I look up from my food. I’m eating lunch with a group of the new women, attempting to forget the weird look on Tagiz’s face before he left to fight the Dokhalls.

I stare into the distance, my stomach tense. I chewed out Calix in front of his son, making an enemy of him. If I thought my situation was bad before, threatening to poison Tagiz’s dad definitely didn’t make it better.

I can’t bring myself to apologize though. The look of terror in Nevada’s eyes when Jozet blurted out she was going to die and Ellie’s shaking hands…childbirth is scary enough. These babies are just the beginning for the human women here. And I won’t have their pregnancies tainted by terror.

Still. I probably shouldn’t have called Calix a narrow-minded idiot.

Even if he is one.

Now Tagiz is somewhere out there, fighting against the Dokhalls.

My stomach clenches, and I push away my plate at the thought. What if he gets hurt? Or worse?

“Zoey?”

I blink. I shouldn’t have