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"Rests?" Were they fucking all night? Is she only sleeping now?
I turned to glare at Broma with betrayal. "I am not a whore!" Then I stomped off and then glared at Roe-el to show me the way to Violet. I had a lot of things to talk with her about.
Broma sputtered with wide eyes. "Of course not. I had… I didn't…"
"Where's Violet?" I prompted Roe-el again, and he nodded for me to follow him, and I did. Leaving Broma in stunned shock.He shouldn't be the one surprised or hurt, I thought with irritation. He basically offered me up to Wren-Kal like our time together meant nothing, that he was happy to share me with whoever.
I get it, I thought with annoyance at myself. I invited this kind of attitude in when I allowed them all to have sex with me, but it felt more intimate than that. I thought… I didn't know what I thought anymore.
Chapter twenty
Broma
"This is torture," I moaned to Pheyal and Vaquel. We all were in rough shape, having been separated from our mate for much too long. We were orbiting Necias Prime now, and still she refused to see us.
"At least we are still on the same ship as her. We are close enough that it is manageable."
"The only one managing well is that cold-hearted unGor over there!" I roared, pointing to Vaquel in annoyance. "I smell her on you. I know I do."
He even looked away at the ceiling with guilt, and I growled, ready to fight him.
"Fine! You're right! I have seen her. And you should be thanking me that I have! I've given her jars of our seed to help her with the withdrawal symptoms of not mating during the heat of a bond. You've produced enough of it as you grunt in the lavatory," he accused with sharp accuracy.
I couldn't even be angry at him if that was why he smelled of her. He was probably the reason any of us were functioning at all without rutting. None of us wanted to reject the bond in us, so we all suffered.
"Do not be so harsh with him," Pheyal strangely told Vaquel instead of me, who was being the harshest of us all.
"Why not?" Vaquel snapped. "He's the reason we aren't filling our mate with our seed and feeling her swell with happiness!"
"What do you mean?" Pheyal asked, and I was curious as well, since the only thing she said to me before she left was that she was not a human who did things with unpure motive and means. I agreed with her statement, but did not understand her anger.
Vaquel seethed while pointing at me, his fangs bared in anger. "He agreed to have her mate with someone else without her consent. He gave permission that was not his to give. So, she punishes us all, and if our bond is rejected, I will never forgive you!"
"Is this true?" Pheyal asked of me.
I wanted to immediately say these were false accusations; it was my gut instinct to do so. I would never...
Instead, I needed them to agree with that what I did was not what they were accusing me of. "Commander Roe-el had made it clear that he wouldn't recognize our claim to her, or hers to us unless she could resist mating with her contracted mate, Chief Wren-Kal. She has us; there is no need to mate with him—and if she did mate with him, then that was a choice we would have to accept as her mates, regardless. Evie has our scent; the necia warrior wouldn't be able to get past our smells to rut with her..."
"Had our scent," Pheyal said with a growl, growing more upset with me. "You may be young, Broma, but you are not stupid. Did you explain to our mate your intentions were not to take away her choice, but merely a negotiation tactic with the necia?"
I shook my head. "There was no time to discuss this in front of the commander."
"Waustenger!" Vaquel spat at me, and I felt even shittier because he was right. I was a betrayer of trust if she thought I had sent her off like a Blue District worker to mate with someone against her desires.
"You have harmed us all, but yourself and our mate the most," Pheyal said with a groan. "I've noticed the bulges in your ormete."
Vaquel's eyes grew wide, and he shook his head. "Have you been dropping eggs? Nephing stars!" He cursed at the wall and wrung his fingers through his own ormete like he would tear them out in shock. He paced the room and then threw his hands up. "Why didn't you say something?"
"I didn't want to rush things with our mate," I admitted.
"She should know," Pheyal urged.
"It's her choice," Vaquel agreed. "You already took a choice from her once; don't do it again."
I nodded and took a deep breath. "You're right." An unGor egg is a vital part of an offspring having the right nutrition, and it means she's bonded enough to be fertile.
Eating an unGor egg would prompt her body to accept offspring. It was her choice to make. It would surely complete our bond, but she may not want that any longer. At least, not with me.
