by Luna Hunter
Claimed by the Zoran
Zoran’s Chosen Book 2
Luna Hunter
Copyright 2018 Luna Hunter.
Published by Luna Hunter at Amazon.
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This work is property of Luna Hunter, please do not reproduce illegally.
Contents
Blurb
1. Leah
2. Davor
3. Leah
4. Davor
5. Leah
6. Davor
7. Leah
8. Davor
9. Leah
10. Davor
11. Leah
12. Davor
13. Leah
14. Davor
15. Leah
16. Davor
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19. Davor
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The Mating Star draws closer.
Leah’s dreams have been rather steamy as of late. Every night an alpha Zoran warrior makes her see stars.
During the day she cares for the Luba herds on Garna as part of the Galactic Aid Corps, but the nights have become her favorite part of the day. The connection feels almost real.
Davor is a Zoran warrior of the Sacred Order who is haunted by his dreams as well — a curvy human female visits him every night. His Chosen. Every day he spends without her is one spent in agony. His well-trained body yearns for her.
And then a sinister megacorporation invades Garna.
Can Davor save his fated mate before the megacorps discover her hidden powers?
Claimed by the Zoran is the second book in the Zoran’s Chosen series. It can be read as a complete standalone. No cheating, happy ending guaranteed!
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Chapter One
Leah
His blue body is to die for.
I’ve never seen anything quite like it. No human man can compare. No one is as big, as strong, as downright hot as he is.
The blue and handsome stranger.
His firm hands travel up my thighs, making my mouth water and my back ache. I want his touch. No, I need his touch.
My soul burns for him.
His icy blue eyes demand devotion… and I want nothing more than to give it to him.
I want to submit.
I want to obey.
I want to surrender myself completely to the blue vision in front of me.
His hand slips between my legs and finds my core dripping wet and waiting. A gasp involuntarily leaves my lips as he enters me, and I can’t help but close my eyes and surrender myself to the pleasure building inside of me, I can’t help but reach out for his hardness, I can’t help but…
Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!
The raspy, morning song of the Anshi wakes me. When those birds start singing, there’s simply no stopping them. As beautiful as their song is, I do wish they’d start an hour or two later.
I blink, and it takes me a second to recognize my own cot.
It felt like I was on another planet, with someone who… someone who knew me. Inside and out.
As I stretch, the dream fades from memory. The only thing I remember are those eyes.
Those brilliant, radiant, beautiful eyes. I’ve been dreaming of them for weeks.
Ever since the Rift appeared out of nowhere.
I feel such a strong connection to them, and yet, I’m absolutely sure I’ve never seen eyes like those before in my life. I’d never forget eyes that gorgeous. I haven’t told anyone, of course. I wouldn’t know where to begin.
A glimmer catches my eye, and my heart skips a beat when I realize it’s my own freaking lower arm that’s glowing! Strange, ornate symbols have appeared on my arms, and they shine so bright they light up my entire cot.
Whenever I think of those beautiful, azure blue eyes, the symbols seem to light up fiercly…
Is this because of my Zoran blood?
My father speaks little of his heritage, and my mom, a human, isn’t much help either. I know that the both of them were ostracized by Zoran traditionalists, and that’s one of the reasons why they joined the Galactic Aid Corps.
My father’s past is a sore spot. Still, I have questions. A lot of them. I used to push them all away and focus on my work, but these glowing symbols are kinda hard to ignore!
These thoughts are weighing heavily on my mind as I take my daily, five minute long shower. The GAC are very serious about their water rations.
As I dry my hair, I can’t help but notice strange, blue-greenish highlights have appeared in my inky black hair.
That’s… discomforting.
I take a deep breath and try not to freak out. My eyes land on a poster of New Exon I’ve tacked onto the Silo wall.
These changes, these dreams… they have something to do with my Zoran roots. And the Rift. I’m not sure how or why… but they’re connected.
Ever since that damn vortex appeared in the sky, jumping in and out of existence without any rhyme or reason, I’ve felt… different.
Weird.
Weirder than usual even, and that’s saying something!
Luckily for me, it’s time to go to work, so I can put all this worrying behind me. Those Luba aren’t going to feed themselves. If they could do that, well, the GAC wouldn’t be here!
I grab some berries and leave my Silo, my own private slice of home, and head into the wilderness that is Garna. It’s a mountainous, untamed planet, located in the outer systems. A long time ago fierce predators roamed these plains but they were all hunted to extinction by renegade poachers who were after their talons and their tusks.
This disrupted all other life on Garna as well.
Without the impetus to run from their natural predators, the other animals of Garna stuck around in places where food quickly grew scarce. Soon, they were in danger of extinction as well.
That is when the Galactic Aid Corps stepped in. We help feed the many creatures that live on this beautiful planet. There is a nice simplicity to living here. It’s good, old-fashioned hard work, in harmony with nature and together with a small, close-knit group of likeminded people. It’s our hope that Garna can eventually be self-sustaining.
The brilliant, triple-mooned sky pushes the last of my worries away as I wander across an open field. The three moons of Garna are so bright that they’re always visible during the day.
My skin prickles with heat and a sense of foreboding, and I turn to see a row of beady little eyes staring back at me.
Rinjin.
And they’re up to no good. They never are.
The Rinjin look like small monkeys, but they are far more organized, aggressive, and crafty than Earthly primates. They’ve become quite adept at stealing food from the Grow Silos, and as such, they’re my mortal enemies.
I’ve been on their radar ever since I thwarted their attempted raid on our provisions, after Larry forgot to set the alarms. Classic Larry.
They follow me fro
m a distance as I go to feed the Luba. They won’t catch me off guard though, not toda—
Ah!
I stumble into a ditch after stepping on a false mound of stones that caves in and sends me falling. I scrape my elbows and knees, but luckily, I’m not hurt too bad.
With my blood boiling I crawl out of the hole. The Rinjin are squeaking with laughter, slapping their knees and rolling on their backs.
Yeah, yeah, you got me. This time.
When I’m done with all of my chores I head towards my parent’s Silo, pulling down my sleeves to hide the marks on my arms. They’ve stopped glowing for now, thankfully.
I find my father in his yard, working on his prized hoverbike, his Zoran features covered in oil.
“Dad, any word on the fences?” I ask. “I had another run-in with the Rinjin. We really need to keep them out.”
“Hmmm,” he mumbles.
He’s distracted. As usual. He pours all of his time into working on that stupid bike, which I’ve never seen actually run for that matter.
Sometimes… sometimes I feel like I am the reason my parents moved to Garna. That I am the reason my dad had to leave New Exon.
That I’m an unfortunate accident that ruined both of their lives.
Chapter Two
Davor
Being a celebrity is not what it’s cracked up to be.
There was a time when I yearned for the crowds to chant my name. That was before the Rift.
Now, I have different concerns.
Like the curvy human female that tempts me every night in my dreams. I know nothing about her, except that her eyes are green… and that our souls belong to each other.
I feel that in my very bones.
The dreams always end too soon. I wake up before I can ask who she is, or where I can find her… or before I can taste her, can kiss her, can take her like every fiber of my being desperately desires…
It’s starting to interfere with my training, and with my studies.
I’m a Kazimir warrior monk. My time should be devoted to studying the Zoran writs, to meditating, and to sparring.
Instead, I find myself daydreaming about those damn green eyes for hours!
And I haven’t even mentioned my wings yet. They’ve sprouted from my back, seemingly overnight. I have hidden them under my temple cloak for the time being. The Warrior Regiments must not know — they are purists, and my changes will make me… suspect.
The human female consumes my mind. I don’t need the added trouble of the Regiments right now.
Not while I search for her.
Furthermore, the Zorashi symbols on my arms have taken on a faint glow as well, but that’s the least of my concerns at the moment.
An elder approaches in the Ua halls, and he rouses me from my deep thoughts.
“Ah, Davor!” He says. “I have a niece who would very much like your autograph. You’re not busy right now, are you?”
Ah.
I hide my disappointment and oblige.
My battle prowess is now working against me. The elders only ever acknowledge my tournament victories. They don’t see the effort I put into my studies. I’m starting to feel like I’m nothing more than a trophy.
A Kazimir tournament champion is a rare thing — traditionally, the Thaboists Regiments produce the best warriors. We are monks, and our training is supposed to be… symbolic.
I didn’t get that memo.
“If you have the time, I’d love to introduce you to my niece,” the elder says. “She would be amazed!”
“Ah, perhaps another time,” I say. “I have to go.”
“Of course, you need to prepare for the upcoming tournament!” he says. “I won’t keep you.”
“Yes, that’s exactly right,” I lie as I quickly make my departure and head down towards the archives.
In truth, I unenrolled from the coming tournament. I want to focus all of my energy on finding the source of my dreams. I hope to find the answer in the archives.
I go there often, for it is always empty. There was a time when the Kazimir monks spent all of their days in here, surrounded by dusty tomes, but lately the interest of the Order has shifted towards the Lovespores.
New Exon’s surface is covered with the microscopic spores, but their concentration is especially strong in the underground lagoons underneath our halls. I prefer the certainty of the written word over the Lovespores, even though they’re supposed to make you euphoric.
What I need most right now are answers, not a soothing high.
I settle down and dig through a few texts. Just when I’m about to give up hope, a sentence catches my eye.
The Mating Star Prophecy.
My hands are shaking with excitement as my eyes scour the page. According to this text, drawn up by one of the Sacred Mothers decades ago, when the Zorashi symbols light up it means that one’s Chosen is near!
The bond between two Chosen will be so strong, it can manifest itself across planets, or even entire galaxies!
Is that what is happening?!
I’ve heard of the Mating Star Prophecy before, but I didn’t take it too seriously… the idea that New Exon has a twin planet, lost somewhere in space, seemed ludicrous to me.
I honestly thought the Sacred Mothers who dreamt that up had taken too strong a dose of Lovespores. However, my symbols have been glowing ever since I’ve started having the dreams about the mysterious human female…
Is the Mating Star Prophecy truly coming to pass?
And more importantly, does this bring me one step closer to finding my Chosen?!
Chapter Three
Leah
The Rinjin are staring at me again. This time the entire pack climbed up a tree, and a dozen beady eyes watch my every step.
I’m in no mood for shenanigans today. I slept poorly, and all I can remember are those bright, blue eyes.
They had me waking up feeling hot and bothered, and I want to savor that moment for as long as I can. Those eyes make me feel… safe, in a strange way.
And with all the changes in my body, I really need to feel safe right now.
I stand still with a bucket of smelly Luba food in my hand, waiting for the Rinjin’s next move. I’m not going to fall into another pit, thank you very much. Fool me once and all that.
The leader of the Rinjin pack scampers down the tree, a stick in hand, and he jabs it firmly into the belly of a hive filled to the brim with stinging Nebbits.
My heart leaps.
Oh god no.
Standing still is exactly what the Rinjin wanted me to do! The flying insects all buzz out of their home, angry as hell, and they focus all of their painful attention… on me.
Shit!
I drop the bucket and break out into a run, heading straight towards the nearest Silo. The Rinjin snatch the bucket up right away, their nefarious plan working like a charm.
Unfortunately for me, I’m nowhere near fast enough to outrun a nest of angry Nebbits. Their poisonous stingers drive into my scalp over and over again, and hot tears stream down my cheeks. I cry out in pain, my adrenaline surging, and in the distance a boulder loosens and tumbles down the hill.
Holy crap — I think I did that?!
No time to dwell on that though. I run into my parent’s Silo and burst right through the front door, giving my mom quite a scare.
“Oh baby, what have you gotten into now?! Come here, quickly!”
She rinses my hair in the sink, using up all of her daily water-rations for me.
“What did I tell you about messing with the Nebbits?” She tuts. “They’re bad news!”
“You think I did this on purpose?!” I complain. “I’m not a child anymore, you know. Nor am I stupid! It was those damn Rinjins. They’ve got it out for me.”
“Sure they do, honey.”
“You don’t believe me, do you?”
“Of course I believe you!”
She doesn’t mean a word, I’m sure of it. My parents, as kind as they are, sti
ll treat me like a little kid. I’m an adult now, and it’s time I stand on my own two legs for once.
“What on Earth have you been doing to your hair?” She asks. “What are these? Green highlights? Where did you even get this stuff? Did Larry smuggle it in for you? Or have you been using some of the plants? I told you that’s dangerous, you know!”
“Mom!” I say. “Stop it!”
I don’t want to explain my dreams, my symbols, my changing body to her. I’d rather run through a field of stinging Nebbits — naked.
“I’m just trying to protect you, dear.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” I mumble.
She’s right — my parents are looking out for me, but this feels like something I have to figure out on my own.
“I’m going to coat your head in Blethwax, and that should counteract the Nebbits’ venom. You’ll have to let it sit for a while, though.”
“Great.”
I let the wax work its magic and stare out the window. My head throbs painfully, but it slowly subsides. My parents are talking to each other in their living room, but I barely hear their voices. A lot of thoughts are competing for my attention at this moment.
I need to take some time to simply think. I’m at a crossroads right now: My contract renewal with the Galactic Aid Corps is coming up. I have to make a decision on how I want to spend the rest of my life.
When I was young, I thought I’d stay here forever.