Captured by the Barbarian Warlords

One moment I’m training recruits, and the next I wake to see three brutal aliens staring down at me from the other side of my cell.

They can’t be anything else but alien, with velvety charcoal skin, thick muscles, horns that rise from their temples to spiral over their heads, and wings that flare behind them. The way they pin me with blazing blue eyes awakens something inside of me. Something unwanted.

Something . . . other.

We’re all imprisoned by another species of alien. These reptiles are merciless, and it’s clear that while the charcoal-skinned aliens are warriors, I’m nothing more than bait.

They’re fighting their way to get closer to me, and it’s no secret what they’ll do when they finally get their hands on me.

Omega. She’s the one being who lifts the fog in our minds and brings us clarity. She is the key to a freedom we never knew was stolen.

Her scent calls to us. It cuts through the hazy fog that fills our minds, taking our will, our autonomy. Ourselves.

It makes us remember who we are. What was stolen from us. She gives us purpose beyond endless experiments that take us to the edge of our physical endurance. Each test is more dangerous than the last, until she is the being our masters put in mortal danger.

She may fight us. Fight her heat. Fight the very thing she is. But that doesn’t matter. We will save her. Protect her. We will fight the very beings we trusted with our lives and reclaim our kingdom.

And then. We will claim her.