The Untouchable (The Untouchable Series Book 1)

Book summary

After an alien invasion of Earth, Olympia Blunt finds herself on a distant planet, entangled with the mysterious Prince Adlai. Saving him from an assassination leads to her role as his personal bodyguard. But as their connection grows, Olympia faces a dilemma: her emerging feelings for Adlai or her mission to free her fellow humans.

Excerpt from The Untouchable (The Untouchable Series Book 1)

A quiet swoosh somewhere nearby tore me out of a dreamless sleep. I was conscious but couldn’t remember where I was or how I got there.

I felt drugged. I tried to fight it off, but it took me a long time to come around. Needless to say, dealing with helplessness, dizziness, and nausea wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Getting used to the intensity of the light was a real challenge, too, especially since I was not even able to reach up to my face with trembling hands to shield myself from it. Even that simple movement proved impossible, as my wrists turned out to be tied to the bunk I was lying on. I tried to move carefully, or even sit up, but a belt held me by the waist.

Jesus, what’s going on? Where am I? Think, girl! Every part of me is strapped down and I don’t know the reason! Am I in a nuthouse or something? Do not panic! Shit! Shit! Shit! Oh yeah, you are definitely starting to panic. You cannot afford to lose it now! You have no idea where you are or why, so you have to concentrate. Just keep it together!

At least my hearing seemed to work fine, so I listened while resting and regaining my strength. I heard strange noises all around me but I wasn’t able to tell what they were. And by saying strange, I mean really strange. Like nothing I had ever heard before in my life. Well, except for footsteps. Lots and lots of footsteps. And every time they got nearer, I didn’t know how to behave.

One thing was certain: there was nowhere to hide, so what was left? I figured playing dead was pretty much my only option, so that became my plan if something happened. Yeah, lame, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I always thought there was nothing worse for a free and able person than feeling helpless, and I felt more helpless than ever, lying there—who knows where—like I did. To keep from losing my mind and making the anxiety even worse, I decided to focus on something other than my current grim situation.

I tried to remember what had happened to me, especially how I got there, wherever it was, yet I couldn’t remember much, not at first anyway. I knew who I was—Olympia Blunt from New York—and the last thing I remembered was hiding somewhere dark and cold, in pain.

I remembered feeling dizzy and trying to fight it off. There was a green backpack lying next to me, and I held something in my hands… It was round and made of glass.

A bottle… but what was in it that I held on to so tightly? What the hell is wrong with my brain? Why can’t I remember those things?

Meanwhile my eyesight got a bit better. I could finally distinguish shapes, and not so long after that, I was even able to actually see my surroundings.

I was lying on a bed with white plastic-looking frames, covered with a thin white sheet, in an annoyingly bright room. The place looked like some bizarre futuristic infirmary.

It had white walls, a white ceiling, a strange-looking white door, and plain white, somewhat oversized furniture. Huge monitors hung above my head, beeping quietly in rhythm with my heartbeat, alongside a holographic 3D projection of my entire body. I swear it was the most sterile, high-tech room I had ever seen.

And there goes my plan of playing dead… I can literally see my heart beating… I have no other choice but to just pretend I am asleep. Same difference anyway.

I tried to spot something I could use to defend myself with if it came to that, but besides a drip bag hanging on a hook above the bed and attached to one of my arms, and the odd, massive furniture, there was nothing remotely useful in there.

Maybe it’s some kind of military compound or something? If it is, then why the heck would they hold me here? I’m just a civilian and I don’t know shit! Or maybe I witnessed something I shouldn’t have or got in the middle of a terrorist attack and ended up kidnapped? Jeez, what did I get myself into?

I must have dozed off at some point out of simple exhaustion, because the next time I opened my eyes, or actually just one of them, I saw a strange-looking woman who was about to change my drip bag. Her appearance shocked me, but I kept on pretending I was asleep until she left.

Whoa, what is that thing?

Even though I saw her for only a split second, I managed to take in quite a lot about her, like the fact that she was really tall. I don’t think it would be an exaggeration to say she was easily seven feet tall, maybe even taller.

The alien woman wore a blinding-white gown, blending in with the surroundings. It accentuated her perfect figure and the paleness of her body. She had a long face and short, copper, slicked-back hair. She looked almost like a Disney princess, with her huge green eyes and thick lashes.

She’s definitely not human… I figured, even though the very thought seemed ridiculous and unbelievable even to me.

I only hoped she wouldn’t notice that my heart was slamming against my chest, or that my hands trembled the whole time she was in there with me. Fortunately, she did not, or—more likely—she pretended not to notice anything. I mean, she would have to be deaf not to hear the increased beeping, or blind as a bat not to see what was going on with me on the projection of my body scan above my head.

As soon as the woman stepped out of the room, I struggled to move again. I tried to jerk free of the restraints holding me to the bed. Of course, it did not go as planned. The only thing I actually managed to do was to tear open the vein in my forearm where she had just attached another drip.

Great! That’s just what I need now!

I wanted to press my fingers onto the gushing wound in my arm, but the belts holding my hands in place would not give up.

Perfect! Just fucking perfect!

I was losing blood fast, and I was starting to feel fuzzy. The reality of my situation finally hit me. I didn’t want to die yet, at least not like that.

Now you can panic. You have every reason to. I finally threw in the towel and yelled, “Help! I need some assistance over here! Can anybody hear me? I need help!”

The huge native woman burst back into the room. Noticing the red mess I had managed to create in the short time she was gone, she yelled something loudly, and another alien female in white came running into my room with a tray of medical supplies in her pale hands.

How many more of them are there? I wondered, but then I heard them talking to each other as they were trying to stop the bleeding with some odd green dressing. Their language was so strange, not even remotely similar to any of the languages I was familiar with, but I decided to ask them anyway:

“What are you? Why am I here? Where are we?”

A commotion out in the corridor seemed to throw the women into panic, so I observed them closely. They disregarded my questions and quickly took off my straps. They made me stand up and then leaned me against the wall as they noticed me shaking all over. Honestly, I was beyond exhausted.

With my back plastered to the wall, I glanced down and froze. Except for the bandages on my ankle and arm, I was completely naked. I felt my face turning red and my head started spinning, so I clung to the wall even tighter and tried to cover my breasts with my hands.

“Impexion,” the copper-haired woman said, and immediately they both stood at attention.

Um, was that supposed to be English? Did she mean inspection? I wondered, and the abrupt silence that overtook the entire place boded nothing good.

Barely a few seconds later, dizziness hit me so hard that I almost fell to the ground, but I managed to avoid it by holding on to the bed. Unfortunately, the green dressing on my arm didn’t make it, and as soon as it landed on the floor, blood gushed from the wound again.

I sat on the edge of the bed and tried to cover myself with the sheets while pressing against the wound, but I did a lousy job. Everything was stained with the redness of my blood, like in a slaughterhouse.

All of a sudden, I heard a deep voice and quick, heavy footsteps coming from behind me. I wanted to look around, but I saw consternation in the eyes of the women, and I just froze. If they were afraid, and by the looks of it, they were close to fainting, then how was I supposed to react? In a flash, I understood the gravity of this unknown threat.

The source of the deep voice was getting closer and closer, and I held my breath as I saw an enormous alien male stop in front of me. He grabbed my bleeding hand with his big pale palm and held it up. One of the women said something in return as the deep voice rose almost to a shout, and I didn’t dare to move.

That must be the boss, I thought, and noticed a black ring and a bite mark on the hand that held mine. I swear I could almost hear the gears in my head grinding as they tried to start working, and I saw in a flash of memory myself biting into that hand.

Oh, shit!

I pulled my hand out of the stranger’s palm, but not just because it hurt when he held it like that. I was afraid the creature might bite me back. The man crouched by my bed, grabbed my hand and pressed it over the bleeder. Then he pulled my chin up with his finger and scanned my face with his intense gaze. His palm was soft and smelled so good, like some sweet fruit. And somehow familiar.

I looked him up and down. He was huge! I mean, I am not the shortest at my six feet, but he really was enormous. I guessed he was about seven-foot-three, maybe seven-foot-four.

The alien kept his curious gaze on me for a long time. He said something to the women, calmer this time, and they answered. I watched them talking, but I had no idea what to think about what was happening. I didn’t understand a thing.

I decided to take a chance and interrupt their discussion. I looked the man straight in the eye—courageously, or perhaps just stupidly—and asked him the same questions I had asked the women a few minutes earlier.

“Where are we? Why am I here? What are you?”

“Planet Borgomom,” he said in a rough, almost intimidating accent. A shiver went down my spine instantly. “You—my slave now. I—your master.”

That was exactly what I feared he would say, and yet I took the news of being transported by some alien creature across the Universe surprisingly calmly. I couldn’t get over the fact that he had called me his slave. The very word triggered anger in me.

“I am no slave,” I said, although I knew all too well I was in no position to shoot my mouth off. Especially while talking to a powerful figure like the native man in front of me obviously was.

A deep laugh filled the room. “Wild cat,” he said and laughed again. Hearing that, another memory flooded back into my dazed brain: it was so cold I could feel my skin prickling and aching, but there was someone by me. That someone was my only source of heat, and he carried me toward a bright light, calling me a “wild cat.”

He is the one who captured me back on Earth and brought me here, wherever this Borgomom is. He must be. And that smell…

I watched the male creature stand up with wide-open eyes. He had on a navy blue uniform and graphite metal chest armor with some strange golden markings over it. On his hips, he wore a wide belt, with multiple sorts of guns strapped to it. The alien’s gear was splashed with already-drying blood, which made him look even more disturbing.

His brown hair was tied up in a messy man bun. His unusually large dark blue eyes, framed by thick dark lashes, seemed oddly familiar and told me straight: I will tame you soon enough. That much I did understand. No problem.

As soon as the man stepped out of the room, the women looked into each other’s eyes with disbelief. Yeah, that much I could read too. I was not sure what affected them so much, but actually, I didn’t care. I needed to lie down. I did it right after the important alien left and the lights went out.