{"id":251446,"date":"2026-07-13T01:16:27","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:16:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/alien-awakening-honey-phillips\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T01:16:27","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T22:16:27","slug":"alien-awakening-honey-phillips","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/alien-awakening-honey-phillips\/","title":{"rendered":"Alien Awakening – Honey Phillips"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She pulled one of the furs around her shoulders and rose, crossing to stand beside him. The view was beautiful\u2014stark and wild and utterly inhospitable\u2014but she barely saw it. All her attention was focused on the male beside her, trying to read the tension in his shoulders and the set of his jaw.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you sleep?\u201d \u201cSome.\u201d A lie. She could see the shadows under his eyes, the weariness in the lines of his face. He\u2019d spent the night awake, probably arguing with himself the same way she had, reaching the same impossible conclusions. We can\u2019t go back, she thought. Not to how things were before.<\/p>\n

Everything\u2019s different now. \u201cI need to hunt.\u201d He didn\u2019t look at her as he spoke, his eyes still fixed on the snow. \u201cThe storm will have driven game down from the higher peaks. It\u2019s a good opportunity.\u201d \u201cI could come with you.\u201d The offer was automatic, an attempt to bridge the distance between them.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ve been teaching me to track. I could\u2060\u2014\u201d \u201cNo.\u201d The word was sharper than necessary, and he caught himself, softening his tone. \u201cThe terrain will be unstable. Snow drifts covering crevasses. I can move faster alone.\u201d Alone. The word echoed in the silence. \u201cHow long will you be gone?\u201d \u201cA few hours. Maybe longer, depending on what I find.\u201d He finally turned to look at her, and she saw the careful blankness in his expression\u2014the mask he wore to hide whatever was happening beneath.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll be safe here. Keep the fire going and stay inside.\u201d She wanted to argue. She wanted to demand that he stop running away from her, stop using excuses to avoid the conversation they needed to have. But the words stuck in her throat, trapped behind a wall of pride and hurt. I told him maybe he was right, she reminded herself. I gave up. I don\u2019t get to be angry that he\u2019s acting accordingly. \u201cFine,\u201d she said quietly. \u201cBe careful.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2026 by Honey Phillips All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping or by any information storage retrieval system without the written permission of the author. Disclaimer This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.<\/p>\n

Cover Design by Mariah Sinclair Edited by Lindsay York at LY Publishing Services Formatted with Vellum 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS 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 Epilogue Baylin Author\u2019s Note Other Titles About the Author 1kitap1.com\/en T CHAPTER 1 he alarm screamed through the ship and Ember jerked awake, tangled in sheets that felt like they\u2019d been dipped in lead.<\/p>\n

Her body was sluggish and unresponsive, slow to struggle upright. The emergency klaxon pulsed red through the cabin\u2019s darkness, painting everything in bloody strokes. Move. Her feet found the thick carpet just as the ship lurched, and she grabbed the edge of her bed to keep from pitching sideways. The Wind\u2019s Whisper was a small craft, barely more than a luxury shuttle, but right now it felt like a coffin trying to shake itself apart.<\/p>\n

\u201cCaptain Merton?\u201d Her tongue felt swollen, and her voice came out thick and wrong. \u201cAnyone?\u201d Silence answered, broken only by the relentless wail of the alarm. She forced herself to stand. Her reflection caught in the dark viewport\u2014 pale skin, blonde hair wild around her face, grey eyes too wide in the red- strobed darkness. She looked like a ghost. She felt like one too, her body not quite her own. What happened? The Wind\u2019s Whisper had departed from Port Garig eighteen hours ago.<\/p>\n

A simple trip to the family\u2019s secure vault on Tuknis, the second planet in the system, where her mother\u2019s jewelry collection had been stored since before she was born. Her father had always wanted her to wear the pieces for her twenty-first birthday. Something to remember her mother by at the celebration next week.<\/p>\n

Now the ship was screaming, and no one was answering, and her blood moved like syrup through her veins. Someone drugged me. The realization cut through the fog. She\u2019d eaten dinner with Captain Merton, his second, and her lady in waiting\u2014three people she\u2019d known since childhood and trusted with her life.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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