The Viceroy (The Untouchable Series Book 2)

Caught Between Worlds, Bound by Power

Olympia Blunt returns to Earth a survivor of alien captivity, carrying the child of her captor—and lover—Adlai. But the world she fought to save has turned against her. Seen as both a traitor and a symbol of hope, Olympia finds herself at the center of a storm that spans planets and dynasties.

As the battle for Earth’s future collides with intergalactic bloodlines and imperial succession, Olympia must navigate deadly political alliances, betrayals, and ancient vendettas. Her decisions will determine not only the fate of her child and her people—but of an empire on the brink.

Continue the sweeping saga of The Untouchable Series with Book Two: The Viceroy—a thrilling science fiction journey of resistance, power, and impossible love.

Excerpt from the book

“Call me by my name … Say my name, Opium. Say it!”

I knew what it meant, but I finally did it anyway.

“Adlai …” I whispered.

I woke up drenched in cold sweat. Jeez … The events of that night have haunted me since the day we managed to escape the Borgomomian hell, along with tens of thousands of others who were enslaved there. The year after the invasion, spent under the yoke of the alien species, left its mark on all of us. Hardly any of the liberated people were able to come to terms with our new reality, and, to be honest, I had probably the most trouble with it myself.

Nightmares haunted me. I felt a constant sense of danger and persistent anxiety. I worried we wouldn’t be ready for their retaliatory attack in time—after all, we had nearly obliterated the entire Northern Quadrant of their planet. And more …

“At least this time I woke up before the fight with HIM began … and before I unleashed hell on those aliens again, nuking their reactor and wiping them all out …”

Tears streamed down my cheeks once more, and there was nothing I could do to stop them. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, and that realization made me feel even more helpless than before. I was so exhausted and so depressed that I cried even harder.

No one ever warns about the consequences of becoming someone’s hero. Nor that it also means becoming somebody else’s monster … Heroes are put on pedestals, while the negative side of their actions is swept under the rug. At least until one experiences them firsthand.

The fact that I missed the one the humans now called the über-monster wasn’t helping. Not to mention that the same bastard who nearly razed our world and wiped out most of humanity was also the father of my child. Whenever I caught myself missing his touch or voice, I seriously questioned my sanity.

I turned on the light and wiped my face with chamomile-scented tissues. Oh God, how I love the feeling of our products on my skin. I didn’t realize how much I missed all these small things. Fortunately, obtaining these everyday-use products or household chemicals did not pose much of a problem. The part of Switzerland where we settled upon our return had not been looted as severely by the locals when they fled from aliens, so warehouses and even some stores were still fully stocked, which was a massive help for us at this point.

I expected the biggest challenges to come from feeding such a large number of people, and indeed, filling about eighty thousand stomachs day by day, turned out to be quite a struggle. Nevertheless, as with the chemicals, we were able to locate entire warehouses of still usable food and water fairly quickly. Maybe canned or other highly processed food wasn’t the healthiest, but people were grateful for any meal, and they just had to suffice for us in the early days. However, over time, we were forced to expand our search area as supplies were shrinking at an alarming rate.