Page 53 of Forbidden Desires

“So, sorry. Zylar has decided that you don’t merit mercy.”

“You think you’re so funny with this comedy routine? When my males get here…” Vexar left the threat open.

“Should we tell him that we took over his ship and killed everyone on it? No mercy was given? Nor did they expect any,” Rakha asked.

“No. He’s fighting for his life. We should let him think there’s a chance to go back to normal if he wins.”

“I’ll kill you all.” Vexar threw himself at Zylar, taking him down. Zylar used his feet to flip Vexar over his head. The claws on his feet had grown, and he pierced him in the stomach as he flipped him.

Zylar was up, and he pulled Vexar up by his neck, holding him in the air.

“It’s easy to kill a human when you have ten times their strength,” Zylar growled. He was keeping the rage he felt tightly concealed at seeing his mate seconds away from death’s door a second time. Now it was seething out of the tightly constructed box he was storing it in.

“Did you know that if I cut you right here,” he ran his knife over a spot between Vexar’s shoulder and neck “you will bleed out?”

He took his knife and sliced his neck. “The interesting thing about that neck wound is that you’ll die slowly. Let’s see whathappens if I slice the other side of your neck.” He cut him and let him fall.

“There’s no chance you’ll live now. Not unless you get to a healer in time.” Zylar kicked him. “The kick was bad sportsmanship, but you didn’t think about that when you terrorized my mate. Did you know that humans have something called an Achilles tendon? If they tear it, it becomes difficult to walk. Tan-ge have something similar in their feet. Let’s see how it affects you.” He cut both of them, to be sure.

Vexar was screaming, begging for mercy or death.

“Mercy? The kind you gave Amelia. She was walking around waiting to die. She didn’t realize that what you did to her was slowly killing her. How much more time would it have taken for her to take her life, just like you planned?” Zylar crouched over him, waiting for an answer.

“How much time,” Zylar roared.

“Two weeks.” Vexar choked on the blood in his throat.

“And you think you deserve mercy.” Zylar stood and laughed, but there was no joy in it. “You deserve a long drawn-out death, but Amelia, my mate, my love deserves justice.” Zylar walked away from the male on the floor, who was lying in his blood and other body fluids.

SaKura tossed Zylar a wet towel to get the blood off him. Zylar dropped the towel and opened his arms. Amelia flew into them. She’d been convinced she’d never see him again. Not on this side of the grave.

“How are you?” He held her at arm’s length, scanning her whole body before his healing light made his hands glow. His healing light went into her body, starting with her throat. Amelia could feel the warmth of it as it moved around her throat. The tightness and swelling, as well as the scarring, were soothed and then healed. Zylar sent his light through the rest of her body until there were no aches and pains left.

“He has done this to you and then asked for mercy. Tell me, my rose petal, what should I do?”

“End it.” She was tired of knowing that Vexar was breathing the same air she was. What if something happened, and he was freed, rescued, or smart enough to get away on his own? She’d spend every minute of each day looking over her shoulder, thinking that he was coming after her. She needed him unalived.

“Rakha, you heard my mate.” Zylar pressed his lips against Amelia’s for a brief kiss.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Rakha picked up the sword he had made from a human who constructed warlord swords in the forge the way they used to be done. He called himself a blacksmith and his work was incredible.

He carried it against his shoulder like it was a baseball bat.

Using his foot, he flipped Vexar onto his back. “When you target one of us, you’ve targeted all. Retribution will come from anyone at any time. Case in point.” He lifted the sword high.

“No!” Vexar tried to scream.

Rakha brought the sword down, separating Vexar’s head from his body.

“It’s done,” SaKura said. “Let’s go. Next time, Zylar, unalive the fool, don’t play with them. Rakha, you forgot to tell that slug when you’re a royal. The king doesn’t care what you will do in life. You will eventually learn to fight.”

The door closed behind them, leaving one dead body behind.

Chapter Twenty-eight

Amelia woke up in the med-bay. Thankfully, she knew where she was this time. What she didn’t know was where Zylar was. Not wanting to lie around waiting for someone to come in, she got up and used the shower that she and Zylar used the last time they were there. Then she helped herself to the clothes replicator. She was alive and whatever her mate and Healer Bly had done left her pain and scar free. Yeah, she was alive, and life was good.

There were some wounds and scars that advanced medicine couldn’t heal. She could see the darkness in her mind festering like maggots waiting to erupt. Either she was out cold, or they put her under. There was no other way she would have been able to rest. Sleep was something she didn’t see herself indulging in.

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