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 coming from somewhere near me tore me out of dreamless sleep. I was conscious but couldn’t remember where I was or how I got there.

I felt heavily intoxicated and tried to fight it off, but it took me a long time to recover. I wouldn’t call battling helplessness, dizziness, and nausea a pleasant experience, though.

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. Performing that simple gesture proved to be unfeasible, as my hands turned out to be tied by the wrists to the very bunk I was lying on. I tried to move cautiously, or even stand up, but a belt held me by the waist.

Jesus, what is 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!

Fortunately, my hearing seemed to be okay, so I listened while resting and regaining my strength. I heard strange noises all around me but, obviously, I wasn’t able to tell what they were. And by saying strange I mean REALLY STRANGE. Like I have never heard any of them 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 sure: I was not able to hide, so what was left? I figured playing dead was pretty much my only option, so it became my contingency plan if something should happen. Yeah, lame, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I always thought that there was nothing worse for a free and able person than feeling helpless, and I was feeling beyond helpless, lying there—who knows where—like I did. In order not to lose my mind and stop the anxiety from rising even more, I decided to steer my mind on a different subject than my current grim situation.

I tried to remember what happened to me, especially how I got there, wherever it was, yet I was not able to recall much, not at first anyway. I knew who I was—Olympia Blunt from New York, and the last memory I have managed to dig out was the one of myself hiding in some dark, cold place, and pain.

I remembered being 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 … glassy.

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

In the meantime, 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 resembled a kind of outlandish infirmary.

It had white walls, a white ceiling, a strange-looking white door, and plain white, somewhat oversized furniture. Above my head, there were some huge monitors beeping quietly in the rhythm of my heartbeat and a holographic 3D scan projection of my entire body. I swear it was the most sterile and 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 hung on a hook above the bed and attached to one of my arms, and the huge strange furniture, there was nothing remotely useful in there.

Perhaps 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 notice a lot about her, like the fact that she was really tall. I do not think it would be an exaggeration to say that she was easily seven feet, maybe even taller.

The alien woman wore a blinding-white gown, blending in with the surroundings. It underlined 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 a 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 like crazy, 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 like a bat not to see what was going on with me on the body scan projection above my head.

As soon as the woman stepped out of the room, I struggled to move again. I tried to jerk out of the ties I was strapped to the bed with. Of course, it did not go as planned. The only thing I managed to do was to 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 fricking perfect!

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

Now you can panic. You have all the reason to. I absolved myself for ruthlessly throwing in the towel and yelled, “Help! I need some assistance over here! Can anybody hear me? I need help!”

The huge woman burst back into the room. Noticing the red mess I had managed to create in such a short time she was gone, she yelled something loudly and another alien female in white came into my room running, 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 a state of 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 my body. Honestly, I was exhausted beyond words.

With my back plastered to the wall, I looked down and realized that, except for some bandage on one of my ankles and arm, I was completely naked. I felt my face turning red as I became aware of that fact. My head started spinning, so I clung to the wall even tighter and tried to cover my breasts with my hands at the same time.

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

Um … Was that supposed to be English? Did she mean inspection? I wondered, and the abrupt silence that overtook the entire place bode 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 furniture and tried to cover my body with sheets and simultaneously stop the bleeding, 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? I understood the reality of this unknown threat in a flash.

The source of the deep voice was getting closer, and closer and I held my breath as I saw an enormous alien male stopping 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 my brain’s cogs screeching as they tried to start working, and I saw in a flash of memory as I bit into that hand myself.

Oh, shit!

I pulled my hand out of the stranger’s palm, but not just because it hurt when he held it like that. To be honest, I was afraid the creature would bite me back or something. The man crouched by my bed, put my palm back to the bleeder, pressing on it, and then he pulled my chin up with his finger, scanning 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 three or four inches over seven feet.

The alien man 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 exchanging sentences, 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 courageously, or perhaps plain stupidly, straight in the eyes and asked him the same questions I had just asked the women a few minutes ago.

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

“Planet Borgomom,” he answered in a rough and 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 quite coolly. 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 man in front of me.

A deep laugh filled the room. “Wild cat,” he said and laughed again. Hearing that, another memory flooded 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 towards 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 standing up with wide opened eyes. He had on a navy blue uniform and a 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 whole garb was splashed all over with already drying red blood, which made him look even more disturbing.

His brown hair was up, tied in a messy man bun, and his peculiarly big, dark blue eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes, which I now seemed to recognize from somewhere, 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 I could read also. 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 away.