“Makes no difference. She’s human. They don’t have the same…issues the rest of you do. As an Everian, I understand. But there is no relief clause in a human’s contract for mating.”
I thought of Denzel, of the way he watched Melody, the way his eyes never left her and his entire being focused on her wellbeing. I wanted to see this cold-hearted bitch say that to Denzel and watch the monster she would unleash. “You will leave Kira out of this.”
“I won’t. She’s your mate. I need you alive. If she’s not willing to cooperate, I will force her compliance. A few years in confinement won’t hurt her. You’ll be granted conjugal visits. The faster you get the Hive threat taken care of, the sooner your mate will be free.” She glanced up from the desk, her gaze like ice. The female thought she’d won, that I would do what she commanded simply because she threatened my mate. She was wrong, but she kept talking. “After that, you can go to Atlan or The Colony or wherever you want to and start making little Atlan babies. That will be all. Don’t try to leave the planet. I’ve placed a transport block on both you and Captain Dahl. You’re dismissed.”
My beast went deadly still. This female had threatened my mate. Threatened to use me as a means of hurting Kira. Conjugal fucking visits? Transport block? Years in confinement?
The beast took control in the space between one heartbeat and the next and I transformed. My shoulders thickened. The bones in my face shifted as the monster she’d roused burst from me with a roar of rage that rattled the lights.
I gave in to the rage, tearing the mating cuffs off my wrists and dropping them, forgotten, at my feet. Nothing could hold back the fever now.
No one was going to use what was between me and Kira to control her, to manipulate her or me. To use us against one another.
I’d tear this fucking planet apart piece by fucking piece before that happened.
I lifted the desk from the floor and threw it at the wall so hard it imbedded in the rough surface. The Vice Admiral had the sense to look scared. My beast wanted to kill her, rip her arms and legs off her body like a tortured insect before finishing her.
She’d threatened our mate.
The doors opened and I took several hits of blaster fire before falling to my knees. This was what I’d wanted. The beast wanted to hurt the one who’d threatened us, but I was smarter than that. I knew we couldn’t do what the Vice Admiral wanted us to do. I would not condemn Kira to years in prison so this bitch could play with me like a toy, sending me out on pet projects and rewarding me with my mate’s pussy when she felt I’d earned it.
I’d rather die. And the beast agreed.
The blasts increased in intensity. I smelled the burning of my own flesh and smiled, the beast meeting the Vice Admiral’s gaze with a giantgrin.
“Fuck. You.” He spoke for both of us.
The Vice Admiral screamed that she wanted me alive, but I was still grinning when everything went black.