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He was a young warrior with strong glands, and without the same pain that came with using my epul without a numbing agent, or the help of nanobots to help heal my wounds. Trained for battle, while I was trained for research.
Research that told me his body language indicated he was not lying about wanting to make Renee his mate. Whether it started off as simply wishing to prove he could have what another general coveted didn't matter. It was real for him now, just as it was real for me.
"I accept your challenge," I gritted. "Your Rakturan includes me. As I have officially challenged your claim, you are required by law to allow her the freedom to go where she pleases, with whomever she chooses."
"Of course," he said with a smile and placed his fist to his chest. "Her implant should have access to anywhere she wants to go."
I nodded and left before I did something I'd regret. I had to keep reminding myself that logically there was no reason for her to have made that token for General Tensel. He was trying to convince me that what I was feeling for Renee was simply biological. Something that could happen to anyone, as it happened to him. The goddess couldn't have made us both her fated, so if she went with General Tensel then he was disproving ancient beliefs in a bond so powerful to be called Pulsunne, the song of one's hearts. He was willing to bet his own future of taking her on as his mate for however long she lived to prove a theory that Pulsunne's were myth. He knew what I felt for her, and that's exactly why she was chosen.
A human that triggered a rut-like state with a warrior known for having non-functioning glands. His interest in her, and inme didn't start until after reports from my brother Cenkal. He was determined to prove a fated bond was nothing more than overactive biology, even if that meant bonding himself.
My back to him, I asked one final question before taking my leave, "Will you still seek to disprove the theory when a broken warrior like me is chosen?"
For someone so young, he seemed so certain life was nothing more than instinct and biology. Perhaps, I would have been the same if I hadn't kept proving it wrong test after test. I should have died against the rocks as the tide came in. I should have died again when my epul grew, and during tribal initiation once more. There should be no scientific explanation for why her blood made my glands function, when they haven't worked even with medbots. I was an anomaly that shouldn't be possible, but I was.
I survived, broken, yet alive.
Broken, yet I found a mate.
And he wouldn't be the reason we failed.
He never answered me, and that was also an answer of a kind. My anger ebbed with the surety that Renee was my Pulsunne.
I only had to break down her walls and prove my honor to her, and to her spawnling. My mate held much respect for my intern's thoughts, and I would gain every advantage afforded to me. Renee spoke of the lies our bodies told us, but what she didn't understand was that if our bodies reacted as they should, it wouldn'tbe me that she responded to, but General Tensel alone.
General Tensel was everything a mate should want physically, and though I didn't like who'd he'd chosen to pursue, he was an honorable warrior. He was who she should want if her body ruled everything. There was no competition logically between myself and him, but that didn't matter. Because we were proof that biology wasn't everything, because if our body's simply wanted to procreate there was no reason for her to pick me.
And yet, everything in me knew she would.
She was my hearts' fate.
Chapter fourteen
Renee
Rotating my palm up, I could see a small cut under my thumb where Sou-el took my blood, and I blushed. I'm not sure why such a small act made me feel so giddy, but I wanted him to prove to me that our bodies knew before we did that we were meant to be. When I was younger, I knew what it felt like to be attracted to someone. When I was older, I knew what it meant to be truly cared for by someone. But, to have them both was a nice fantasy to hope for.
Someone that could fulfill me body and soul.
I giggledto myself as I rubbed at the papercut from his fang. It didn't hurt at all, and there was something erotic about being blindfolded and only seeing him in my mind as I held his hand and felt his hearts beating, pulsing through his soft scales.
When he was strapped to the chair the first time, it took all my strength not to tear open his pants and explore what he denied me in his room before. His cock was so hard, pressing up against my ass as I straddled him. It made me feel like a teenager again. Horny and with a hopeful desire that if it felt this good, how could this feeling be wrong?
He hesitated when I was the one blindfolded, and I didn't blame him. Not after I left him so abruptly telling him that our bodies were liars, and this wasn't anything more than lust and attraction.
Nervous, I buzzed at Becky's door. I needed to sort through some things, and she was the only one I felt comfortable talking to about it.
"Oh good," she said as she tugged my arm through the door and closed us into the closet-sized space. "I thought you might be the general."
"The general?" I questioned, since it didn't appear to be a good thing. She looked relieved that I wasn't him. My heart sank at the prospect that she didn't like Sou-el.
"Nothing bad... yet." Becky plopped down on to the two-seater couch below her bunk. "It's just that," she groaned, "I don't want to get fired from myinternship."
"Why would you get fired from your internship?" I was getting angry just thinking about it. Thoughts of storming up to Sou-el and demanding explanations made me grip the couch cushions with a bit more force than necessary.
"You know how office romances only work out in books and movies," she explained, and then my heart was stabbing at me for a completely different reason. Was I jealous of my daughter? I was much too old to be having a relationship with an alien, and she was young and beautiful, with a talent for research.
I bit my lip and made myself listen, because if she liked Sou-el that way, I couldn't bear to have her be heartbroken because of me. It was natural for students to get crushes on their teachers, or figures of influence.
