She leaned over the table to get closer to me, the front of her uniform in jeopardy of getting in her plate of breakfast. The food was mostly gone, but she’d have to return to her quarters and change if her uniform were stained. Yes, this was what I was considering as I listened to my friend talk about Denzel as if he were a piece of man candy.
To her, he was.
I was happy for her. Thrilled. I knew how it felt to find The One. I recognized her excitement, her sheer joy. I’d felt it in myself. But she wasn’t facing the blinding heartache, the pain of walking away from The One. No, she could have Denzel if she wanted. As a cadet, and one from Earth, she was a volunteer and could quit at any time. She hadn’t signed her life away. Being a standard fighter was not the same as committing to the Intelligence Core. Once she was mated, she’d be free. And choosing a mate from The Colony would allow her to remain in space. If she desired, she didn’t have to go back to Earth, instead joining Denzel on The Colony. Since mates were few and far between, they wanted all the females they could get. Women warriors were a small percentage of the fighting force to begin with, as the Prillons, Atlans and several other races didn’t allow their women to join the fight. When a female from one of the other races wanted to walk away, they practically shoved her out of the Fleet with bells and ribbons.
They valued their mates above all. Family. Life. They were all out here protecting life and didn’t understand why any race would allow their women to fight. Which just made most of us more determined to prove our worth. To be brilliant and merciless.
Walking away had become a mark of weakness in my mind, not strength. And it had cost me everything. Cost me Angh.
I pushed down the pain, shoved it in a box and sat on the mental lid as I listened to her. I couldn’t smile; it was impossible. But I could be happy for her, listen to her prattle on about how fabulous Denzel was. I didn’t blame her this. She was cute about it, and it was sweet to see her so in love. So happy.
“I was going to quit.” Those words cut through my thoughts. “Leave with Denzel on the transport later today.”
“What?” I’d heard her, at least that she was quitting. I’d blurred out the mention of his skill in bed and anything else since she mentioned his size. I had no doubt he was more than adequate in that department, but he was no beast. “No. Mel. You can’t quit.”
She gave a shrug that was so casual, completely at odds with her intentions. Quitting the Academy was a big deal. A few were kicked out. A few found their mate, like the Everians, and had to leave. But it was rare for someone to outright quit and walk away. Especially as far along in training as Melody was.
“I was. But I have two weeks to go until graduation and while I love Denzel and want to be with him, I’m not going to give up finishing for him.”
Good. She wasn’t stupid. On Earth, I’d heard of so many women giving up their lives, their goals and dreams for a man. Then, when the guy dumped her, she was left with nothing. I refused to let Melody give up the status of an officer trained in the Coalition Academy when she’d come so far, sacrificed blood, sweat and tears. Graduation was so close.
“I need to know that I did it. While I might live on The Colony as Denzel’s mate, I need to be valuable. Being an officer will ensure I can be included. Useful.” She grinned slyly. “Useful for more than jumping Denzel every chance I get.”
I exhaled, smiled at her. Relieved. “God, I thought for a second there I was going to have to take you out to the firing range and put you as a target.” It was my turn to lean in. “Never be beholden to a man. Give yourself a way out. I want things to work out for you with Denzel. You have no idea how much.” I put my hand on her wrist, reminding me that I hadn’t put on Angh’s cuffs. Shit. I swallowed, continued. “But if for some reason it doesn’t, then you can get an assignment that gets you off The Colony. Or, you can take assignments and be his mate.”
She laughed at that. “You think he’ll let me go fight the Hive?”
I shrugged. “If he wants to be your mate, he has to let you live your dreams.”
Her smile slipped and she studied me. “Shouldn’t I be saying the exact same thing to you? What about you? Will Angh let you live your dreams?”
My dreams. My dreams. It was completely and totally opposite of everything I’d just said to Melody. I wanted to quit and live a quiet life on The Colony with Angh. He’d been through so much, so much more than any one male could take. He deserved peace. A mate. Children. Happiness. And I wanted to be a part of that.
I was so tired of fighting, of my life in the I.C., being an instructor. I’d given so much I wanted…well, what I wanted. And that was Angh.
I wanted Angh.
I thought of Melody and if she quit the Academy. There was always another cadet ready to take her spot. She was replaceable. I was replaceable. If I left the I.C.—even by breaking the law—someone else would take my spot. People might die, but not because I personally quit. People would die because of the Hive. Dr. Helion probably had more fighters with the implants in their brain. I wasn’t the only one. I wasn’t crucial. But I was crucial to Angh and he was crucial to me.
“Don’t laugh,” I said.
She cocked her head to the side, studied me. “All right.” She knew I was serious, that whatever I was going to say was important. I never shared my feelings. Hell, it had taken tons of prodding to get me to have that one-night-stand with Angh after the fighting pits. And look where that got me.
“And don’t tell me to take my words and shove it.”
She nodded once.
“I’m quitting. Walking away.” I looked at the comm unit on my wrist and realized I’d made the decision before meeting her for breakfast. I was never late for an op. Never. “I was supposed to be at the transport center ten minutes ago.”
Melody’s eyes widened, but she said nothing.
I laughed, but it was dry and without humor. I ran my hand over my head. “I’m in love with Angh and I want to be with him.”
She did smile then, a slow, soft one. Her eyes held…pity? “You aren’t wearing his cuffs.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat. I wouldn’t cry. Not here, not now. Nope.
“I refused them.”
“Why? You love him, that’s obvious. And he ripped a door off your classroom. I’d say it’s obvious to everyone on Zioria what he feels for you.”
I shook my head. “I can’t talk about it. I was going to let him go, but I’ve changed my mind. The transport window for The Colony opens up in a couple of hours. I’m sure he’ll be on it. I want to be with him.” I ached to find Angh and drag him to transport, hold my ion pistol to the transport technician’s head and force a transport if I had to. Now that I’d made up my mind, I wanted Angh.
Now.
“I’m leaving on the next transport window. I don’t care what happens.”
“If you didn’t show up to go do something I’m not supposed to know about, you’re AWOL now,” Melody reminded me. “They’re not going to clear you to transport anywhere. The Vice Admiral will throw you in the brig, or they’ll send you home.”
Yeah, she knew I was more than an instructor, but hadn’t said anything. I often disappeared from Zioria, had substitutes teach my class without me saying a word about it to her. She was my BFF here and I kept her clueless. Thankfully, she knew I did something, but she wasn’t sure what.
“I have to take the risk. I’ll call in favors. I have friends everywhere. Lots of them.” I could work from The Colony. There was no reason I couldn’t transport from The Colony for my missions. It would just take a bit of extra planning. If the Vice Admiral wanted me so bad, she could have me. On my terms.
Denzel walked up, stood behind Melody and put his hand on her shoulder. We both looked up at him.
“What’s the matter?” Melody asked. He looked grim, but while he had an easy smile, the man often looked that way. Perhaps that was a side effect of being captured by the Hive. Whatever it was, he still wasn’t as grim as
Angh.
Denzel dropped something onto the table in front of me, the metal clanging as it hit the hard, polished surface.
I gasped.
Cuffs. Mating cuffs. I’d recognize these anywhere. But they weren’t just mine. There were four of them.
I glanced up at Denzel.
“He’s in the brig.”
My eyes widened and my mouth fell open. “What? Why? I thought you were both transporting back to The Colony?”
Denzel shook my head. “I came here with Angh to get you. My job was to keep him in check, to keep his beast in check. If he didn’t return with you, it’s my job to execute him.”
I stood abruptly, my chair scraping across the floor before tipping over. “What?”
“He’s in Mating Fever. Has been since the fighting pit. Since the first time he was with you.”
Mating Fever. Shit. Shit. Shit.
“He doesn’t have to die.”
“He does. The only way the fever can be broken is by a claiming. Claiming his mate.”
Me.
“But—”
Denzel lifted a hand, cut me off. “It’s too late for that now. He attacked the Vice Admiral. He ripped off his cuffs. Nothing is controlling his beast now. A delegation from Atlan is coming for him. He’s not fighting it. He’s prepared to die.”
Melody stood too, wrapped her arms around Denzel. “They won’t ask you to kill your friend, will they?”
“No, but I will. It is the honorable thing to do,” he murmured, then kissed the top of her head. “He trusted me to see it done. I won’t break that trust. Not in this.”
She looked up into his eyes and they stood like that, frozen in time. I saw the bond between them. There was no inner beast, no mark, no mating collars. They were both human. Yet they were mates. There was no question. The silly heat in Melody’s eyes when I’d first sat down was gone. I only saw love now. Bonding. Shared pain.
Connection.
I had that with Angh, but had walked away from it because of duty. Honor.
Honor?
What honor was there in my job if I didn’t have Angh to come back to? Who was I fighting for? What was I fighting for if not the connection, the love people shared? I had it and I’d tossed it aside, just as Denzel had tossed the cuffs on the table.
“Fuck this,” I said to myself, staring at Denzel but not seeing him. “Fuck this!” I repeated, this time louder. A few heads turned my way, but I didn’t care.
Angh was in trouble. I was already AWOL, already committed to him. He wasn’t going back to The Colony. He was here. In the brig. Ready to die.
“The Vice Admiral can just fucking deal. She can have me, but she gets my beast, too.”
I grabbed the cuffs and stormed out of the cafeteria. It was time to claim my mate.
Chapter Twelve
Kira
The Vice Admiral’s door was closed. I could see that it was down the long hallway and walked straight there as her assistant chased me, mumbling bullshit about Niobe being on a very important call.
Whatever. I’d show her a fucking important call. Angh was in the brig? Scheduled for execution?
No. Heads were going to roll and it wasn’t going to be my mate’s. The Vice Admiral’s, if necessary.
When the door wouldn’t open, I cursed a human blue streak, then used my emergency code to override the lock. Rank had its privileges.
“Captain,” the assistant called. “What do you think you are doing? You can’t go in there!”
I turned, my hand on the ion blaster at my hip. I didn’t draw the weapon, but the threat was there. It was real, very fucking real. “Get out of here,” I practically snarled. I definitely had a little beast in me. “This doesn’t concern you.”
The Prillon cadet who had scurried after me took one look into my eyes and backed up with her hands in the air. “All right.” She turned on her heel and stormed back to her desk. “But I’m calling security. Again. I don’t get paid enough for this damn job.”
Now that the lock was disabled, one wave of my palm and the door slid open to reveal…chaos.
The Vice Admiral’s desk was imbedded in the wall, fully one third of it no longer visible as the remaining two legs dangled in the air. The other two had been ripped from the bottom of the desk and scattered in a random pattern on the floor. There were burns from ion blaster fire all over the walls behind the desk and I could just imagine a couple of asshole security guards standing where I stood now, in the doorway, firing at my mate.
Yes. My mate.
He was mine. I was over the bureaucratic bullshit. And seeing the scorch marks proved the powers that be considered the rules more important than anything else. I could only imagine what had set Angh’s beast off to destroy the room—and to require so much fire power to stun him and bring him into control.
And those stupid-ass rules? Angh and I would figure it out for ourselves. If we had to be apart for a few weeks at a time, we’d just have to deal. I wasn’t letting him go. Not unless he didn’t want me anymore. And judging by the sore, still swollen state of my pussy and the whisker burns all over my body, that was not going to be an issue.
My fingers wrapped around the hilt of my blaster as I surveyed the rest of the damage. Overturned chairs. Blood on the floor. God help this bitch if it was Angh’s.
Speaking of…
The Vice Admiral stood in the corner away from the mess, sipping from a small glass, staring out over the grounds through one of her many windows. From the look and smell of it, the liquid in her glass was strong, but clear. Not whiskey, but definitely alcoholic, and I had to wonder if it were her first. Two of the windows were shattered, the web pattern an indication that something rather large, like a Prillon guard, had been thrown into it. The glass—or whatever it was made of—was bulletproof, I knew that much. So whatever had hit them had been big and hard, and held a lot of force.
Good. Hopefully Angh gave as good as he got.
“Is the blood his, Niobe?” I refused to address her in any way other than woman to woman. We’d been on dozens of missions together, saved each other’s lives. I had thought, at the bare minimum, we respected each other. This shit was personal, and she knew it. What she’d done, what had happened here, went far beyond the usual BFF problems.
She took another drink and looked over her shoulder at the bloodstains I had indicated. Her snort of laughter contained no humor. “Gods, no. That Atlan is magnificent, isn’t he? Sent six guards to medical, and that was after they shot him with tranquilizers. Shame to lose him.”
I frowned.
“Lose him? Start talking, Niobe. What the hell happened here? Why is he in the brig? What did you do? He was fine a couple of hours ago.”
“In your bed, you mean.” Her dark brow arched up and I refused to look away from the challenge in her eyes. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know. Angh had ripped the door off my classroom. Obviously, what we meant to each other was more than just…dating.
“Yes. In my bed. He’s mine.” I stepped inside the room and closed the distance between us, until we stood facing one another, the broken window at our side. She was close enough to punch in the face, but I knew just how far I could push her without ending up in the brig myself, so I soothed the beast that seemed to live inside me now by stroking the hilt of my blaster. The slight scent coming from her glass smelled like vodka, a distinctly human drink. How she’d become accustomed to something so remote from Everis was beyond me.
The silence stretched, and she turned away from me to once again stare out over the grounds. Down below, dozens of cadets moved from building to building, talking, laughing, training. This had been my home for years now and I loved it, but I loved Angh more. Home was where he was.
“He’s mine, Niobe. My mate. I don’t care if you approve. I’ll still do my job for the I.C., but you can consider this my resignation from the Academy. If you need me, I’ll be on The Colony from now on.”
“With your mate?”
D
uh. “Yes. With Angh.”
“I don’t think so, Kira. It’s too late for that.” She turned her back on me and I bit back a snarl of rage that she could be so callous, so calm. So fucking cold. But then I saw where she was headed. A shelf remained intact in the corner. On the top shelf rested an actual glass bottle of vodka from one of the premier distilleries in Russia and three more shot glasses.
When she didn’t say anything, I took the mating cuffs I had clipped to my belt and held them up. All four of them.
Shit.
“He went beast, didn’t he?” My question was asked softly. It was the voice I used right before I killed my enemies. And right now, the Vice Admiral was dangerously close to making that list. That was why her room was destroyed. That was the only reason why he’d have taken off the cuffs. If he’d given up. Shit.
“Don’t look at me like I’ve betrayed you, Kira,” she countered. “I did not force him to remove the cuffs.”
I believed her, but that wasn’t the whole story. The destroyed room said a whole lot more. “But you did do something. What did you say to him?”
She gave a slight shrug, took a sip of her drink. “I merely offered him a position, as you well know I had planned to do after speaking with Commander Phan on the last mission. The rest?” She motioned with her drink at the mess that remained in her office. “The rest was his way of refusing the offer.”
He wouldn’t have destroyed the room just because he didn’t want to join the I.C.
“I call bullshit. You can do better than that.” Something else had to have happened. There was no way the Atlan warrior I knew would lose his mind like this over a stupid job offer. No. Way.
She slammed back the rest of her vodka and refilled the glass. She held the bottle out to me, offering me a drink. “Vodka? It’s from my mother’s home country on Earth. There is nothing else like it.”
The Vice Admiral was half human? And Russian? She’d be able to drink me under the table…if it still had legs.
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