Page 112 of Rebel Fates

Zeek licks up the side of my face in relief.

“Med bay scan. Now,” Rok orders, “Careful carrying her!”

I try to protest, but all four of my males give me a hard look, and I know I’m not winning this argument.

Zeek gently lifts me, and as smoothly as he can, rushes to the ship.

Once he sets me down, Rok and Crax begin to triage me. The scanner checks my bones and condition.

When they both sigh in relief, so do Serrat and Zeek.

“She has some minor contusions that are already healing. She heals as fast as a Hathoran now,” Rok reports.

“I suppose you are tougher than we expected,” Crax hums appreciatively.

“Wait. Do you think she can handle…it?” Serrat asks Crax with an air of secrecy.

“She probably can physically. But I’m worried about the mental… emotional aspect,” Rok answers.

“What?” I ask, feeling confused and left out. They are even blocking me through our bond. “This isn’t nice. I need to know!”

Zeek hugs me to his body. “We want to do a mating tradition with you that we didn’t get to do, considering our circumstances.”

“How scary is it that I need to be physically, mentally, and emotionally prepared?” I ask in a shaky voice.

49

REVENGE

ROK

Our mate is tougher than even she realizes now. I’m excited about what we have planned for her. But I am worried that she won’t be able to handle it emotionally.

I’ve been more attentive to her and her needs than I ever expected I would be with a mate. Yet I know this is what she must have to feel safe. And also for our mating plans to work.

In the cockpit, I rub Gemma’s feet as she relaxes on Zeek’s lap. Eyes closed, she hums softly as Leva lifts off from Earth. I monitor the controls and her face for any distress.

But she seems more at peace now that her heat has passed and we have stopped the human trafficking ring.

I’m almost jealous of how adoringly Zeek watches her face, but then I realize I probably appear much the same as I watch her.

LunaTek has been neutralized, and the Freedom Raiders, along with my distant kin, will protect Earth from any Syndicate ships taking more women.

Thinking about Crax taking out the LunaTek leader has me feeling better about the newest male addition to our pack. He isn’t just a scientist and a prince without a backbone. He has a definite protective streak. Thank Goddess for it. His distraction might have been the difference between having our beloved in our arms right now and losing her forever.

I’m also so proud of our warrior mate. She eliminated the threat with an innate skill.

* * *

We drop Crax off with his Mobia ship that was left parked at the edge of the Sol System. He needs to make a stop at his secret base, but then he will meet up with us on our home planet.

I’m not sure how we’re going to manage with two ships and our mutual mate, but I hope he sells his off so we can all stay together. I’m bonded to him too, through Gemma, and I don’t like the separation. I can tell Gemma isn’t a fan of it either. With Crax out of her proximity, she becomes agitated while snuggled in Zeek’s embrace.

This two ship arrangement won’t do. My life’s mission now is to keep Gemma happy and content, not to mention blissed out of her mind with orgasms. But she won’t be able to focus on that if she’s feeling the emptiness of a missing mate most of the time.

Serrat comes into the room and nuzzles Gemma, sensing her frustration, and then looks to me. “Does the route appear clear?”

“So far,” I say. But then, of course, as I do, Leva screeches at us with a proximity alert.

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