Page 53 of Rebel Fates

Frex. I can't stop thinking about the audacious human. She’s a liability. I have to protect our pack first. But a huge part of me wants to claim her as pack.

Her deep blue eyes and the pain hidden inside them haunt me.

Why would someone hurt her?

My empathic sense tells me that the most recent aggressor was someone close to her—a mate. That’s an inexcusable crime. I have the urge to rip her mate apart…slowly.

This protective, violent urge is probably because of the shift almost upon me. Nothing more. I don’t even like the strange and beguiling creature. Do I?

I hear a sound coming from inside the ship. It isn’t one of Leva’s sounds.

The human… Did she get out? Why does she whimper in pain? What has she got herself into now? I thought we told her to behave!

Sure, as if she was going to listen to us…

“Rok!” she calls out between painful wails. Why is she calling forme?

If our enemy lands and hears her, she’ll be bait. Which in some ways could be good. They will be distracted, and we can use that to our advantage.

But if Gemma is dying, then I need to go now to see what I can do.

I search the skies and see no sign of the ship. I sniff the air and scent no one.

“Rok!” she cries again. Gemma has to be in trouble. It must be why Leva opened her hatch, allowing the ramp to drop down. Our defiant ship amplifies the sound so I can hear the human’s pleas when we are in the middle of a dangerous situation.

I decide I must risk it.

Running to the ship’s ramp, I know Serrat and Zeek are probably watching me and shaking their heads in confusion. So am I.

Or considering their affection for her, they might wonder why it took me so long to respond to her pleas.

I hurry to Gemma’s cries, and Leva opens her door all the way.

“Rok!” she calls, not seeing I’m already there. She’s writhing on the bed. Her fresh shirt is in shreds, exposing her luscious body.

“Gemma? What is it? Why did you call me?”

She looks up at me and locks eyes with me. “I don’t feel…right. I need you to make me feel better.Please,” she begs.

I’m at a loss. Unsure what she’s asking for, except for relief from whatever this ailment is.

Her skin is flushed. Heat is pouring off of her body. She must have an extremely high fever. I’ve read up on human anatomy, and it can’t be good that she is this warm. But I don’t understand what could make her behave this way as well. It’s almost as if…

No, it can’t be.

“I’ll take you to the med bay.” I offer my arm for her to help herself up.

Gemma struggles to stand, but I can’t carry her since I suspect our physical contact might be what is causing her condition. I’ve seen her skin’s reaction to our touch.

She finally notices my full combat gear, covered in light, flexible, but strong armor. “Why do you have all this on?” She grabs at my armor, trying to rip it off me. “I don’t like it.”

“What are you doing?” I pull back, but she moves with me.

She reaches up and caresses my face, rubbing my ears.

Frex!Why did she have to dothat?

My animal goes crazy and pins her against the wall. Only a molecule between our bodies. Feeling her soft flesh, my cock hardens. I want to spin her around and mount her, rutting until we are both lost.

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