In a bleak future where government systems are breaking down and lawless bands of men terrorize the country, botanist Natalie Hanson fears for her life and hides in a cave in the Rocky Mountains. When she is captured by human raiders, a fierce alien appears and slays her attackers. Natalie is now held captive in her own cave by the sexy and striking alien commander, Zacar, who informs her that she will be his breeder. Natalie soon realizes that these aliens worship strength. So what will happen when Zacar finds out she has severe asthma?
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She had to get away from the aliens, but running down a mountain in the snow and freezing temperature probably wasn’t the best idea either …
Her muscles ached and her hands felt like frozen claws, even with her gloves, as she tried to grip the rocks and pull herself up the slope. In spite of her need to hurry, she stopped every now and then to scan the area behind her for aliens.
Tired and cold, fed up with constantly feeling afraid, she wanted to just lie down under a tree and forget about everything. Forget that aliens had landed on her mountain. Forget that Zacar was probably hunting her.
Maybe being a breeder wouldn’t be that bad.
A shiver snaked through her at the thought, spurring her on. She tried to pull herself up by holding onto a bush, but she couldn’t feel the branch. Her hand was too numb and weak and it kept slipping from her grasp.
Her feet were cold, and her mind had trouble commanding them to move, to climb. She knew she was risking developing frostbite, but she continued to move on, sluggish and cold. She had to get to town. She just had to.
She fought the nagging desire to lie down on the soft snow and go to sleep.
Just another half an hour and you can rest, Natalie.
Even her own thoughts were starting to sound strange, slurry. She lifted her tired arm in slow motion and gripped the rocks above her.
Her glove made contact with something. Even with her numb fingers, it didn’t feel like a rock or a bush.
Confused, she lifted her head, and stared up into Zacar’s frighteningly emotionless face.
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