Page 12 of Rebel Fates

“Rok! We have something down here in the storage bay,” I call over the comms.

“Coming!” he answers.

“I might be… very soon,” I say with a smirk.

“What?”

“Never mind. Get down here.” I call for our leader, not sure if he’ll hear me, “Serrat. Storage bay. Now.”

No reply. He must still be in the showers. “Leva, can you alert Serrat I need him?”

Rok runs into the room with his blade drawn, his eyes wide, and ready for combat. “What is it?”

“A female.” I shrug and move out of the way so he can see her plump ass.

She hasn’t moved since I scared her into the vent. Perhaps, she thinks if she remains still I won’t see her.

Or maybe she’s passed out? Leva could have given her a knockout gas.

I caress her round and inviting ass to see if she is alive.

Yeah, that’s not the reason I can’t resist touching her.

At my touch, she kicks out at me.

A fighter! I love her already!

Her feistiness incites my animal even more. I want to claim her before the others do.

Rok pushes me aside with his eyes fully dilated—the ice blue of his irises completely gone. He stares at the plump ass and her pink slit as she jiggles with her ineffectual kicks. “How?” he asks in awe.

I shake my head. “We need to have a little chat with Leva about why she allowed this female on board.”

“What’s going on?” Serrat storms across the room wet from the showers and naked, looking as though he’s about to go to war. He sniffs the air. “Tirbilians?” When I move out of his way, his eyes land on the ass and legs behind me. His face goes blank.

I’m unsure what he will do as he moves toward the female. I pray he won’t lose his mind and kill her. Instead, he gently touches her hip, and she stops flailing.

He has calmed her with his gentle alpha touch. Perhaps she has also noticed that kicking has done nothing for her.

Then her body begins to vibrate and convulse.

“What did you do?” I ask Serrat in shock and anger. I rarely snap at him since he’s my superior.

“I didn’t do anything!” Serrat steps back briefly. Then a realization dawns on his face. He shouts, “Frex! Slaver collar!”

Without thinking, he grabs hold of her waist and yanks on the female. “Leva, let her go!”

Our ship releases her grasp, and Serrat and the female tumble to the floor. Unconscious, her body ineffectually flails under Serrat.

The female’s eyes roll up into her sockets, and her teeth are chattering. The slaver collar is literally zapping the life out of her.

I’ve heard the slavers use a failsafe kill-switch for escaped slaves, but I’ve never seen it in action before. We need to get it off her, but the amount of voltage coursing through it would likely kill us, too.

Despite the risk, Serrat wraps his hands around the collar. His body stiffens with the electricity, but he manages to break the collar in two pieces.

It shorts out, and I kick it aside.

Serrat passes out and collapses on top of the unconscious female.

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