Page 60 of Seeded By Two

Beth just looked between me and Aslas, confused, shocked, lost in our reaction.

But she was about to be even more surprised when we each fell to our knees before her.

It was partly because keeping our feet after witnessing the miracle was tough already but the fact that she was the one that sported it meant she would become a goddess-like figure in our culture.

She had to get used to the bowing and scraping of lowly mortals — even us, her Twin Fated Mates.

“What are you doing?” she said. “Get up! Get up!”

My legs lacked the strength to do so but Aslas — perhaps because he was much less used to bowing and kneeling before others — placed his hand on my shoulder to help himself up onto his feet.

“Forgive me,” Aslas said, head bowed. “It’s just… we’ve never seen… In fact, no one living has ever seen…”

Beth turned back to the mirrored wall and gazed at the Twin Joisa. “I don’t understand what all the fuss is about. It’s more shocking that anything just appeared like this. How is it any weirder to have two tattoos of male Krev than one?”

“Oh,” Aslas said, voice dripping with obvious awe. “It makes a very big difference. In fact, it makes all the difference in the galaxy.”

Beth lowered her négligée, and suddenly the garment seemed entirely unsuitable for what she truly was.

A goddess in human form.

Of course, she had been a goddess to me ever since I first laid eyes on her.

I had sensed straight away that there was something special about her, something unique.

But I never thought — never in a million years — that it would present itself quite in the way that it had.

Her eyes lowered to mine and they were filled with fear and concern. “Get up. Please. I don’t want you on your knees.”

I slowly did as she asked.

Aslas reached down to help me up but I pulled away from him, not wanting his touch.

I could still feel the river of anger flowing through me at his betrayal and although it had largely dissipated to a trickle at the sight of the Twin Joisa, I still could not forgive him for what he had done.

It might have been an accident, might have been something he had not intended on doing, but it was still an unspeakable act in the Krev culture.

Except…

He was now also her fated mate…

That meant he could no more stop himself from being attracted to Beth than I could when I first met her.

And if my excuse was good enough for him — as it had been when I explained that we were fated mates — then the same excuse had to be good enough for me.

But it wasn’t.

I had seen her first.

She was mine.

I felt sick to the pit of my stomach at the thought of sharing her with anyone — even a second fated mate.

I shoved the thought from my mind and tried to focus on the here and now but each time I did so, my thoughts took me back to the moment we had left the room to find Beth.

We had marched through the hallways and corridors, peering one way and then another, but she had already disappeared from view.

I picked up on a set of footprints in the carpet, roughly about the right shape and size as Beth’s feet, although they were already vanishing before our eyes.

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