Her Alien Savior (Voxeran Fated Mates #2) - Presley Hall Page 0,1

skeptical. Life has taught me to look for the truth behind the lie, the bad intentions behind the seemingly kind offer.

And this offer the Voxerans have extended to us? Letting two dozen stranded human women join them in their small village and asking for nothing in return? It seems too kind, too good, to be true.

This is a prison planet. And even though the Voxerans were sent here as political prisoners and not because they’re all violent criminals or something, that isn’t enough reason for me to trust them.

“How long will it take us to reach the Voxeran settlement?” Gemma asks, biting her lip as she turns her attention from me to Charlotte.

Charlotte hands a large pack to Elizabeth and stands up, stretching out her back. She’s got a couple of the loincloths all the Voxerans wear wrapped around her body to create a makeshift top and skirt, and she swapped out her worn slippers for a pair of leather boots she must’ve found in the ship somewhere. The overall effect makes her look strong and wild, like some kind of warrior woman.

“We should be able to make it in three or four days,” she says. “Since there will be more of us than there were when we set out to find you all, Droth expects us to move a little slower. But we’ll push hard and go as fast as we can.”

“Yeah.” Raina nods, her face set with determination. She’s clearly wary of the Voxerans too, but she seems to have decided joining up with them is our most practical option. “Spending any more time than we have to out in the open seems like a bad idea.”

“Droth and his men will do everything they can to keep us safe,” Charlotte promises. “Just like he kept me safe when I was separated from you all.”

Warmth fills her voice as she speaks, and I shift uncomfortably as I see her expression soften. Her eyes take on a faraway look, and a small smile tugs at her lips.

She’s in love with him.

As crazy as it sounds, sometime between getting separated from our group and returning to the crash site with Droth and several other Voxerans, she fell in love with the alien prince. And what’s even more insane is that for a good portion of that time, they couldn’t even speak the same language.

All of us—Voxerans and humans—can now understand each other thanks to translator chips that Droth’s men found on the ship and injected into our brains. But just because I can now carry on a conversation with any of these men if I want to, that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall in love with one of them. I’m not even sure I want to converse with them.

What I really want, what I desperately wish for, is to go home.

I want to go back to a world that makes sense. I want to go back to the tiny sphere of safety I built for myself in my quiet neighborhood on Earth. My life was small and contained, but I was working on slowly expanding it again, working on being a little more brave each day.

Now all of that has been snatched away from me, and I can’t seem to find solid footing anymore.

I still don’t understand how our own government could do this to us. How could they steal us away from our lives and try to sell us to fucking aliens? Charlotte and Elizabeth went through the captain’s log after we crashed, and they think the government targeted women with few attachments and connections—those who were unlikely to be missed.

That part stings a little too, in all honesty.

It’s a little heartbreaking to realize I could be snatched away from my old life and not missed. Once, there was a time when people recognized me on the street. They’d stop me to ask for an autograph or call out their favorite catchphrase from Dear Sister. But I was only thirteen when the long-running sitcom aired its final season, and I’ve changed a lot since then.

I did several movies after that, but then I gave up acting and stepped out of the public eye. Now, I don’t think anyone probably spares me a second thought anymore—except maybe to wonder, whatever happened to that actress, Sadie Ryan?

Somehow, I doubt that even their wildest guesses would involve me being stranded on an alien prison planet.

I huff a small laugh at that thought, even though my heart beats harder as unease churns in