WarDog: Book Twelve in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series by Alana Khan (types of ebook readers TXT) 📕

with love. Let’s go back to Sanctuary, we’ve got a herd to tend to. Do you have clothes? He asks as he eyes me up and down.

A tunic. I imagine my pants are shredded.

We’ll hide some clothes in the forest in case your next shift takes you by surprise.

I’m overcome by a bolt of love so strong it almost hurts as I realize this is my life. This is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my days. I have a purpose, a herd to tend to and gardens to weed. I have a home, a family unrelated by blood, the freedom to be who we really are, and a sanctuary in which to live.

And, I sigh, I have a mate who loves me and always thinks of what he can do to make me happy as well as how to protect me.

Yes, Love. He throws his arms around me and tugs me close.

We send each other mental images of our inner animals. Both are passed out in postcoital bliss with canine smiles on their faces. WarDog gets his happy ever after, too.

Six months ago I never would have dreamed of anything more than the life I had. Somehow, life conspired to gift me with so much more.

The End

Dear Reader,

I hope you enjoyed WarDog and Willa’s journey. It was a lot of fun writing WarDog and Bayne’s inner banter as well as the wonderful romance they enjoyed with their mates.

If you’ve been following our intrepid gladiators from the beginning, I hope Daneur Khour’s death gave you a feeling of satisfaction. I tried to use restraint, so you didn’t have to run for your barf bag, while still allowing you to feel the gladiators’ triumph of defeating their mortal enemy.

Have you already figured out what’s next in store? Stryker and Maddie’s story is next (keep scrolling for their first chapter).

I also hinted at the new series in the Alanaverse—Sanctuary. I want Sanctuary to provide our gladiators with a home base, as well as a place for abducted females to dream about during their difficult captivities. What nefarious plans does Naomi have? What is to come of the poor debilitated Ton’Arr, So’Lan? Will our downtrodden folks ever catch a break and get a chance to have some fun at the Fairean fair? All good questions that will be answered in due time.

Instead of me begging, picture 200-pound WarDog with his cute golden eyes and his paws up in the classic doggy-begging pose. If he could talk, he’d be asking you to take two minutes out of your busy schedule to review his book on Amazon. Reviews are the kindest thing you can do for an indie author like me. It gives my work legitimacy and helps people new to my work feel confident to try me out. Thanks in advance.

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Sneak Peek of Stryker Book Thirteen in the Galaxy Gladiators Alien Abduction Romance Series

Chapter One

Stryker

Look at her. Gods, she’s beautiful. Sometimes, when she lets me sleep in her cabin, I force myself to stay awake after sex. When she’s fast asleep, I turn on the light in the refresher so it casts a glow into the room and I just watch her.

I love to look at her. She won’t let me tell her she’s beautiful. It’s one of the many rules she laid down early in the relationship. I don’t even know if I can call what we have a relationship. I’m not sure what this is. Other than that I love her.

I keep the lights off during sex. Another of her rules. I know she can’t stand to see my face. Who would? It’s badly scarred from injuries when I fought as a gladiator. They threw me in with that feline beast from Abachae without even a six-inch dirk to protect myself much less a sword to attack him with. I was badly mauled.  I wouldn’t look at my face either if I didn’t have to. I understand.

My cock is hard already, even though we had sex less than an hoara ago. Shit. That’s another of her rules. I called it making love once and that made her very unhappy. She didn’t have to tell me not to say it again. The way the corners of her mouth turned down and her pretty brown eyes filled with tears was enough to make an impact even on my thick skull.

We’ve known each other for over an annum. I was on a space vessel on my way to a slave auction with nine other gladiators when our captors threw an Earth female into each of our cells. Within an hoara they forced us to mate upon threat of death.

She was terrified. I could smell her fear. Her eyes were so wide the white showed all the way around. I tried to put my head in the shadows so she wouldn’t have to look at me. But that day I don’t think she could have identified my face if pressed to do so. She was too busy looking at my cock. It scared her more than my face.

I waited as long as I could before I approached her, but we weren’t given time to get to know each other. I was gentle and didn’t hurt her. I talked to her and tried to calm her. It didn’t work—she was petrified.

Later, she divulged how much she appreciated how hard I tried to calm her fears. Despite my efforts, she cried