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  Arrival

  A Sci-Fi Alien Invasion Romance

  A.G. Wilde

  Arrival

  Arrival © A.G. Wilde 2022

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

  The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, businesses, or locales is coincidental and is not intended by the author.

  Contents

  Disclaimer

  Arrival

  Before you read!

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Epilogue

  Next in the Series

  Other books by A.G.

  Acknowledgments

  Keep In Touch

  If you enjoyed this book…

  About the Author

  For Mom

  I’m still here.

  I’m fighting too…because I know you would expect nothing less.

  Disclaimer

  This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only.

  All sexually active characters portrayed in this book are eighteen years of age or older.

  Arrival

  You think Earth is a safe haven?

  You think the world couldn’t end tomorrow?

  Think again.

  Our world is no longer our own.

  It’s been taken by beings we could never have imagined.

  And we are weak.

  Helpless.

  …hopeless.

  Hunted.

  They have divided us into groups: Harvesters, Gatherers, and Breeders.

  I am but one of the dispensable.

  My name is Adira Mosely

  …and I am a Breeder.

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  Arrival is a full-length apocalyptic sci-fi alien invasion romance featuring a resourceful heroine and a badass alien hero who changes her world forever.

  There are triggers in this story: graphic scenes involving violence and death, dark themes, and scenes of a sexual nature.

  Contains forced proximity and aliens with interesting tools.

  This book/series is not for the easily offended.

  Before you read!

  This note is a trigger warning of sorts.

  When starting this series, I decided not to put a block on the things the books in this series will cover.

  That means there are topics that some readers might not want to read about.

  I will try to give adequate warning of this beforehand, and if you decide to pass on this book/series, that is completely okay!

  This particular book sets the tone for the rest of the series.

  There is death. Torture. Graphic scenes.

  Violence. Terror.

  Raw emotion and raw, hot sex.

  These alien heroes have miraculous tongues—a gift from evolution—and they’re not afraid to use them where their human women like it most!

  But despite this alien goodness, there is the backdrop that the world is ending.

  If you haven’t picked up yet, this series begins at the start of an apocalypse.

  It’s not butterflies and roses, but I hope that if you do continue to read, you will enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  Happy reading!

 
  Chapter One

  ADIRA

  A meteor shower.

  That’s what we all thought it was.

  We were wrong.

  But we couldn’t have known…

  How could we have?

  Most of us thought we were alone…

  Earth.

  The only planet we knew of that had sentient life. Us.

  Aliens were a thing we imagined and placed in sci-fi movies and cartoons.

  Or so we’d thought…

  So I’d thought.

  The fireballs that came down from the sky were a spectacle at first. There hadn’t been any media reports about a meteor shower. It had been a pleasant, wondrous, surprise.

  Meteor showers were rare, and this was one you could see in the daytime, no less.

  I’d been jogging that day. Headphones in my ears. Music blaring.

  The sun had been warm. The streets not too busy.

  I had an hour before I had to report to the veterinary clinic where I worked.

  I had a surgery to perform that day. On a rabbit.

  Poor little guy was going to get neutered.

  That’s what I’d been thinking about as I jogged—my furry little patient. I hardly saw the traffic on the road beside me…hardly saw the faces of the people on the sidewalk as I jogged past them.

  It was a normal day like any other—

  People were going about their shopping. Some were hurrying back to their jobs after getting lunch.

  Off to the side, a mother grasped her son’s hand and pulled him along as she picked up pace, hurrying to wherever she was going.

  —normal…until I looked up.

  My steps faltered. I staggered a little as I stopped running.

  Fireballs.

  Lots of them.

  Shooting through the sky at incredible speeds.

  At first, my mind couldn’t comprehend what I was seeing.

  There were so many of them. Like massive asteroids falling down.

  I didn’t even notice other people stopping what they were doing to stare as well. I couldn’t take my eyes away from the spectacle.

  I’d never seen anything like it before…

  As I pulled out my earphones, my ears perked with the sudden silence around me.

  Cars had stopped.

  People had stopped.

  Those inside the shops were slowly coming out to stare up at the spectacle.

  Time stood still.

  I couldn’t take my eyes away.

  Looking back now…I should have run from that very moment.

  It wasn’t until the first fireball came close that we, I, realized what was happening.

  They were coming right at us.

  They weren’t burning up in the atmosphere. They weren’t disintegrating.

  They were going to crash into the surface.

  We all began running then, the silence suddenly interrupted by the first scream.

  And then…chaos.

  Turning, I began to run.

  But the street was suddenly filled with people.

  Getting away wasn’t so easy.

  Instead of being a clear-cut path down the sidewalk, I bumped into bodies and people bumped into me as we all scrambled to get away.

  And amidst the confusion…the fear…the cries…the screaming…there was another sound.

  The searing sound of the fireball itself.

  Like the air around us was heating up. Crackling.

  A loud boom like a bomb
going off hit us hard, the impact sending a shockwave that threw us off our feet.

  My body hurtled through the air. I landed on my face.

  Pain exploded in my skull, my arms, my knees.

  Car alarms went off in unison and there was the sound of glass shattering as the store windows blew outward.

  Screams.

  Sounds of agony.

  All mixed into chaos.

  People were trying to get away.

  Someone stepped on my leg and tripped before scrambling forward and breaking into a run.

  In the back of my mind now…I could feel the pain from my fall…the blood running down my forehead.

  But all that was like a dull ache in the recesses of my mind for when I glanced behind me…everything else was forgotten.

  The meteor was shrouded in dust and smoke.

  It had landed on my favorite sandwich shop and I gulped back the immediate sense of distress that rose within me.

  There’d been people inside…

  I could have been inside.

  Gripping my head with one hand, I leaned on my other elbow as I tried to rise.

  What the fuck just happened?

  My eyes remained on the impact site, watching the dust and smoke settle to reveal a large…

  I don’t know what I expected to see.

  A huge, black space rock with rough edges maybe.

  But this…this wasn’t rough…or black.

  It was…a metal orb, glistening in the sunlight.

  It was smooth and reflected everything around it like a mirror.

  For a moment, I don’t think any of us knew what to do.

  There was silence again. Or maybe I just couldn’t hear what was going on around me.

  It all felt like it was happening in slow motion.

  Me getting to my feet and turning fully so I could stare at the thing.

  And then…

  The air vibrated.

  There’s no other way to describe it.

  A sound almost too low to hear, but one that I felt across my skin.

  The hairs on my body stood on end.

  The sound alone sent a chill down my spine.

  Some baser instinct within me told me I should run, yet…I could not move.

  The air vibrated again, the sound passing through us all, and I staggered backward as the orb moved.

  Dust billowed from the building it had leveled and something came forward.

  A long, winding, metallic…arm.

  A metal claw.

  It closed around a man standing right beside me.

  Screams punctuated the air as people began running once more. Yet, I stood.

  Unable to comprehend what I was seeing.

  Unable to believe.

  The old sandwich shop shook, what was left of its walls crumbling as the orb stood, rising through the dust and ash to stand on three legs.

  It kept rising, and rising…and my gaze followed it.

  What was this thing?

  It was as tall as a tower. Taller than anything else around it.

  It dwarfed us.

  The man it held in one of those metal arms screamed as he struggled to release himself from its grasp.

  He was screaming for help, his arm stretching toward me.

  But he was too high.

  I couldn’t reach.

  Even if I could, I couldn’t move.

  And then…that chilling sound. That deep boom.

  Liquid wet my face as the man’s screams suddenly stopped.

  Even as it ran down my face, my body, staining my arms red…my mind refused to accept what it was.

  Someone bumped into me as they ran.

  I don’t know who they were, I don’t know if they survived, but I owe them my life.

  For if they hadn’t collided with me, I might have stood there as that bloodied metal arm descended again.

  But I was awake now and fear pushed me to turn.

  And run.

  Chapter Two

  ADIRA

  I lost everything that day.

  Everything that mattered.

  Family.

  Friends.

  Me.

  I lost myself.

  Who I was…

  Who I am.

  What do you become when everything you know is ripped apart?

  What do you do when an unbeatable enemy comes to destroy everything you’ve ever known?

  We tried to fight.

  For once, humanity had a common enemy and all other human problems seemed minuscule in comparison.

  We were miniscule.

  Governments got on the ball pretty quickly.

  Missiles.

  Bombs.

  Air raids.

  Nuclear bombs.

  All for…

  Nothing.

  Nothing we did worked.

  Whole cities were leveled.

  Bathed in death.

  Blood.

  Destruction.

  Nowhere on Earth was safe.

  At least, that’s what I heard before the phones stopped working. Before radio stations were cut off. Before communication was lost.

  New York fell.

  Los Angeles.

  Paris.

  London.

  Sydney.

  Berlin.

  My own city was leveled…and then, no more help came…

  The fighter jets slowly reduced in number till there were no more.

  Tanks lay abandoned in the streets.

  The sound of fighting slowly died.

  In the recesses of my mind, I want to imagine there’s somewhere safe out there…but even as the aftermath settles in my consciousness, I know this isn’t true.

  The orbs…their huge metal legs…they trampled…everything.

  And they just kept on going.

  It seemed their only purpose was to destroy the single planet we call home.

  We were like ants to the metal beasts—for that’s all we know them as.

  Giant, metal beasts.

  No one knows what’s inside them.

  No one knows who controls them, or if the orbs themselves are sentient.

  They have no faces. No one has gotten close enough to see inside them.

  At least, no one has gotten close enough to survive and tell the tale.

  These…machines.

  All we know is that they kill us all.

  One way or the other.

  But maybe those who died in those first few moments were the lucky ones.

  They didn’t live to see the horror of what life has become.

  It must have been days that I’d been hiding, but it felt like weeks.

  Hiding anywhere I could. Alone.

  Cellars were the best bet. They were underground.

  If the building above crumbled, there was a chance of survival.

  But when you find a good shelter, the next thing you have to find is food.

  Resources were scarce; it was everyone for themselves.

  The other humans I managed to come across, those still surviving, those still free, they were usually only looking out for themselves.

  So I did too.

  By some miracle, I survived.

  I was going to survive.

  Again, I was wrong.

  It happened one night.

  I was sleeping.

  The machine…it found me.

  I still do not know how.

  Something woke me from my sleep.

  A noise.

  Nestled in the cellar, wrapped in some poor child’s old blanket, I squinted into the darkness.

  It only took a second. One second for me to see the reflection of starlight against metal.

  But it was too late.

  It took me.

  A scream tore from my throat as the metal arm closed around me.

  I was whipped from my hiding spot, the feel of the ice-cold metal chilling my bones as I was pulled from my hiding spot and brought high into the air.

  I’d
always known the orbs were huge.

  Tall.

  Taller than towers.

  But being lifted by one sent newfound terror through me.

  There hadn’t been any orbs close by when I’d fallen asleep.

  They were so big you could see them for miles.

  But somehow…this one had found me.

  The wind was knocked out of me as it swung me, my body flailing like I was a ragdoll.

  It lifted me high in front of itself, as if it was looking at me, and for a moment, I stared back at it.

  Tears blinded my vision but hatred burned through.

  Pure, raw, hatred.

  A scream filled with frustration left my throat as the orb swung me downward.

  This was it. It was going to trample me.

  Squish me like it did that man in those first few moments.

  …but it didn’t.

  Instead of killing me, the orb brought me toward itself.

  Maybe I was dreaming… Maybe the blood loss had affected my perception of things…but the metal softened and I went right through it.

  The machine let go of me and my head hit something hard as I fell.

  Soft bodies broke my fall. Some with sharp edges I vaguely realized were bones sticking through skin.

  Where was I?

  I had no idea.

  All I knew was that I should be dead…but I wasn’t.

  For some reason, the universe was sparing me.

  Or maybe I was being punished.

  For what? I do not know.

  That’s when I heard it.

  Someone talking beside me…to me.

  I heard the word “breeder,” but I had no idea what it meant.

  My head was hurting now, but as the blood rushed to my skull and I lost consciousness, I heard the words again.