Текст книги "Alien Tyrant"

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CHAPTER NINE Cece

The first thing I became aware of was a dull throbbing in my head. Then a thick dryness in my mouth. I groaned, licking my lips with a heavy tongue, and opened my eyes. I was in some kind of large canopied area, or maybe a tent, but a big one with a flat roof, more like a fabric gazebo. I stared up at the light brown fabric of the roof, dazed, as firelight flickered from somewhere nearby. It took me a long moment to remember where I was.

But it all came crashing back when I heard someone, or something, speak beside me. My head jerked to the side, and I gasped at the sight of another alien. But this one wasn’t my alien. Hold on. My alien? This one seemed older, at least by human standards, with a long white braid, and eyes with silver sparks. They wore a simple woven covering, like a tunic, belted with the same kind of leathery fabric that Buroudei had had crossed across his body.

“Where’s Buroudei?” I asked, latching onto the one alien who was somewhat familiar to me on this world. An alien I inexplicably thought of as “my alien.”

At his name the other alien seemed to react, their eyes glittering. They said something else. Their voice seemed higher and softer than Buroudei’s, but still a little growly. And there was a softness to the features. That, coupled with the different garb, convinced me this must be one of the female aliens. Maybe he took me home and dumped me off with his mom.

She said something else, then pointed a knobby, clawed finger at my legs. Gingerly, I sat up and pulled back the animal hide blanket that had been tucked around me. Heat flooded my cheeks and neck as I realized I was naked, and I yanked the blanket back, clutching it around my chest. The alien cocked her head, said something else, and gestured to my legs again. Blushing fiercely, I pulled the blanket up a bit and looked down again.

My inner thighs had been bandaged with some kind of lightweight woven fabric. I poked at them, flinching, expecting pain, but there was none, besides a little stiffness. I didn’t seem to be bleeding anymore, either. I tugged at the edge of a bandage, and gasped. My skin was shiny and pink and freshly healed. How long was I asleep for? A week? Two weeks?

But I didn’t feel hungry or weak enough to have been out that long. It made no damn sense.

The alien woman seemed to understand my confusion. She said more, and then picked up a small clay jar, taking off the lid and holding it out to me. I was suspicious for a moment, but then again, she had apparently healed me with some kind of alien sorcery, so it didn’t seem like she would hurt me now. I glanced inside the jar.

The jar looked like it was filled with radioactive milk. Thick and white, the liquid glowed as it swirled in the jar. The alien pulled the jar back, mimicking dipping her fingers in it, then rubbing the insides of her thighs. Ah. So this stuff is some kind of Polysporin on steroids. Got it. Whatever it was, I was grateful – the pain in my legs from before was basically gone, and the number one thing bothering me know was a pounding head and dry throat.

“Do you have any water?”

She looked at me blankly.

I mimed drinking from a cup, then pointed to my throat.

“Thirsty. Need water.”

A look of understanding crossed her features, and she stood, crossing to the other side of the tent and fetching one of those spiky cacti that Buroudei had shown me earlier. Valok. She grabbed a small, sharp instrument from a nearby shelf, and sliced the valok the way Buroudei had, pulling it open and offering it to me.

I bit my lip. Was this safe? It didn’t seem like such a bright idea. But then again, if they had no water, I was done for either way. I might as well give this a shot. Who knew how far I was from the ship and our supplies. Taking a steadying breath, I grabbed the valok plant and slurped some of the innards out.

I coughed a bit as I swallowed. The stuff was more bitter than I’d anticipated. Like green tea that had been left to steep too long. But as far as I could tell, that was the worst of it. After a moment, when nothing in my body seemed to rebel against it, I took my chances and half-drank, half-ate some more of the slippery gel. By the time I’d mostly emptied the round valok plant, I felt surprisingly better. It had slaked my thirst, and my headache was already abating. Damn, between the magic aloe plants and the radioactive milk, these guys have got medicine surprisingly well figured out.

The tall alien woman looked satisfied, and took the valok husk from my hands, disposing of it in a corner and grabbing something else. When she brought it closer, I realized it was some kind of plate, carved from bone, filled with what appeared to be meat.

My stomach simultaneously flip-flopped and grumbled. I was hungry, no doubt about that, but I wasn’t sure I was quite hungry enough to eat whatever that was. But she nudged it toward me with greater urgency, speaking quickly. I could practically hear my Grammy speaking through her, telling me to eat my meat and vegetables so that I’d have lots of energy and strength. I guess grandmas getting young people to eat is universal. Literally.

The thought made me soften, and I took the plate, casting my eyes over it to find something that looked somewhat edible. I steered clear of what appeared to be raw organ meat, and settled on something that resembled sliced beef, lightly charred.

I took a bite. The flavour was strong and gamy, and it was extremely tough to chew. But all in all, it was palatable. I spent a few moments chowing down, sure that I looked absolutely crazy – naked in an alien tent, eating a bunch of meat with my bare hands. But with every bite I swallowed I felt stronger. When I’d had enough, I handed the plate back to the woman. She took it, standing, then disappeared outside of the tent.

I sighed contentedly, or as contentedly as I could, considering the situation. Sure, I’d been dropped by my own people on an alien planet, had barely survived some kind of spider apocalypse, but I was also feeling about a hundred times better than I had been earlier, and I seemed to have made some new friends. Or, at least, allies of some kind. I hoped.

A second later, I heard the tent fabric rustle, and I turned towards the sound, expecting to see the alien woman return. But it wasn’t her. I bit back a gasp, yanking the blankets I’d let slip back up to my shoulders.

No, this definitely wasn’t the woman from before. This alien was tall, insanely muscled, and was staring at me like I was a piece of raw meat on a plate.

It was Buroudei.

With the half-crazed look of hunger on his face, I almost expected he’d bound over and take a massive bite out of my arm. But he didn’t. He crossed the space between us with a few long strides. His tail whipped around his front, covering his eyes, then he knelt, his tail returning behind him. He grabbed for my hands, holding them tightly, almost reverently. Laughing awkwardly, I yanked one hand back to keep my blanket in place in front of my torso.

“Nice to see you again, too. Thanks for getting me here and all patched up. Was that your mom?”

I gestured out the way the woman had left. He cocked his head for a moment, then said a bunch of words. I only caught the last syllables, which he repeated.

“Rika.” He pointed the way the woman had left, saying, “Rika,” then pointing to himself and saying, “Buroudei.”

“Right, got it. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget your name, Buroudei.”

When I said his name, the shimmering speckles in his eyes exploded outwards, and he gave a guttural sounding groan, his mouth descending to my hand that he still held. And there was that batshit crazy tongue again, long and forked into three parts, working its way over my palm. When he reached the sensitive skin of my wrist I choked back a cry. This felt way too good. Was this some kind of alien greeting I didn’t understand? He’d done it before, to my neck. In all the footage we’d studied, I hadn’t seen an alien lick another one upon meeting them. And, for some reason, the idea of Buroudei’s tongue going to town on somebody else just felt... wrong.

Holy shit, girl. Are you jealous?

Between intense licks, Buroudei was muttering away, his dark eyes never leaving mine. I couldn’t understand a single word coming out of his terrifying mouth, but something in his tone felt like he was telling me something important. Making some kind of promise. I only wished I knew what it was.

I stared at him as he moved fervently to my inner elbow. His features were strange, absolutely, but there was a feral beauty to them. Not to mention the god-like physique – the broad frame, the tight ripple of muscles. Sure, his ears and claws and tail and tongues may have been weird as hell, but somehow it all worked, creating a brutal, strong, entirely-too-enticing image. Heat sparked beneath my skin everywhere he licked, travelling up my arm, pooling in my abdomen before moving deep into my pelvis. Something deep and primal was responding to his touch. Something terrifying and new that I wasn’t so sure I could control.

Oh, God, I was getting horny for an alien.

I always knew my crush on the fox in Robin Hood would come back to bite me in the ass.

I clenched my newly healed thighs together, and Buroudei reared back, snarling something before whipping the blanket up and away from my legs.

“Excuse me,” I cried, frantically pulling the blanket back to cover my naked crotch. But Buroudei wasn’t looking there. He was examining my bandaged legs closely. He reached one clawed finger towards the edge of a bandage, then pulled back, his face clenching in what looked like dark pain. His voice, when he spoke, was like shattering steel.

“If you’re asking how I am, well, Rika fixed me right up.”

I tugged at the edge of the bandages, revealing a strip of the shiny pink skin.

“See?”

Buroudei did see. He was seeing a little too much, perhaps. Because he was frozen in place, every muscle tight with tension as his pulsing gaze travelled up my thighs to their junction, barely covered with my crumpled blanket. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him watching me.

And then he descended with a guttural sound, his tongue working at the pink skin I’d just shown him. At the same time, his huge hands reached up, gripping my hips as I gasped. His fangs brushed my skin and I cried out, sparks zinging up to my pussy.

Is this fucked up? Is this wrong?

It probably was. But in that moment, I didn’t give two flying fucks. For the first time since I’d lost Grammy, I didn’t feel alone. And, frankly, the past few weeks had been all kinds of messed up. Could anyone blame me for going a little nuts right now? For letting this happen? For wanting this?

I let my legs fall open.

Hunger radiated off of Buroudei in massive waves, slamming through me, twanging deep in my core. He skimmed over the bandaged surface of my inner thighs, his face settling between my legs. He breathed in, deeply, then nosed my curls, groaning. He dragged his nose up and down my folds, folds grown slick with totally messed up and totally inescapable desire. I felt like I’d descended into some kind of fever dream.

And as his tongue found its way to my aching entrance, I knew that I did not want to wake up.

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CHAPTER TEN Buroudei

If I’d thought Zeezee’s blood was sweet, it was nothing, nothing, compared to this. This was nectar, ambrosia, more fulfilling and sustaining than sacred Lavrika’s blood. I fervently thanked my long-dead parents for giving me three strong tongues, and simultaneously wished that I had more. More tongues, more mouths, more hands. I wanted every part of myself against every part of my strange new mate.

This was a hunger unlike any I’d ever felt before. Laying with Zanixia paled in comparison to this, this clawing desire, this desperate need. This addiction.

The centre part of my tongue circled Zeezee’s slick entrance while the outer parts tracked through incredibly soft folds of skin. Folds that were, strangely and beautifully, surrounded by dark hair. It was shocking, and erotic beyond measure, to find hair there. I groaned as I breathed deep of her musk, the scent and taste of her rocking through my body, sending my cock into painful hardness.

I moved up slightly, the centre tongue encountering a taut nub of flesh that, when tasted, made Zeezee cry out. Her back arched, her hips almost coming right off the bedding. I growled, watching her, continuing to explore that small nub, her wetness coating my lips and chin. This seemed to give her great pleasure, her voice tremulous as she made little moaning sounds. For women of the Sea Sands, all their pleasure points were inside their cunts. To have this exposed bit of flesh that was so sensitive, so vulnerable to my tongue, inflamed me. I liked how easily it made her come undone. I slicked back and forth over it, the outer segments of my tongue coming up to stroke along the sides. Zeezee still clutched the dakrival hide blanket to her chest, and I bit back a growl of irritation at the sight, redoubling my tongues’ efforts. I will bring her so much pleasure that she is incapable of hiding her body from me. She will bare every naked morsel of perfect flesh in ecstasy by the time I am finished, and she will beg me to mate her.

She was saying something now, panting, the words like nonsense in my ears, but beautiful nonsense, because they were hers. Her face was flushed with a surprising shade of red, her pink lips parted, her bright eyes wide as she looked down at me. My cock throbbed as my grip shifted, my thumbs coming to rest on her inner thighs, right at her groin, forcing her legs wider apart. I kept the centre part of my tongue locked against that little nub of pleasure, while the outer parts moved back down, probing at her soaked entrance. The thought of my cock pressing against that wet heat almost made me lose control, almost had me lose my seed without a single stroke against my hardness. I fought back the waves of need building inside me, focusing only on my tongue, and Zeezee’s delicious heat.

Zeezee was saying something that sounded a lot like ahfak, our word for morning sun. I knew that wasn’t what she meant, but the image was a good one – the cresting of heat and light, the bursting of brightness in darkness. Zeezee was cresting, now, her hips rolling, her odd, lovely eyes scrunched shut, her head thrown back. I watched her in hungry fascination, taking in each moan, each toss of her head, each quiver of her thighs. My pride (alongside my cock) swelled when my prediction came true: as she reached the height of her pleasure, arching her hips right up off the ground and screaming, she forgot all about the dakrival hide clutched to her chest and let it fall, revealing a smooth, soft abdomen and rounded white breasts with taut pink tips. I eyed those pink, soft nipples, pulled to tight points, feverishly. That is the next place my mouth will explore.

Zeezee let loose another string of nonsense sounds, then, but there was no mistaking the one word that came at the very end. Because it was my name. My name was what left her lips as she reached the peak of her pleasure.

Everything inside me raged. Not being inside her was unadulterated agony.

So this is the power of the sacred mate bond.

It felt like it was destroying me and making me whole, all at once.

I moved up to my knees with a choked-back snarl, one of my hands remaining possessively on Zeezee’s hip while my other deftly pulled off my loincloth, letting my hardness spring free. Though I knew she would not understand, I spoke anyway.

“I have waited years for you, my Zeezee. Years upon years of aching for someone I did not know existed. And now that you are here you are everything and more. You are strange. And you are perfect. And you are mine.”

Zeezee opened her eyes as I spoke, looking at me, dazed. But when her gaze fell to my cock, her small mouth dropped open and her eyes seemed to focus instantly. And then she started shaking her head back and forth, the way she had earlier, the way she had when she was unhappy.

“Nonononononono.”

There was no mistaking the meaning of her foreign words. And in case I had mistaken it, she reinforced it with the yanking of the dakrival hide over her beautiful breasts, and the tossing up of a hand between us, as if it were a wall. A tiny, soft wall that I could toppled with the flick of a finger. But a wall all the same.

My chest clenched, and I moved my hands to the sides of her face, staring into her wide eyes.

“Why do you refuse me?”

She did not get the chance to answer in her unknown language. Because at that moment, my ears twitched at the sound of irkdu moving across the sands towards our tents, and the calling of strange voices, answered by the angry shouts of my men. I heard the unsheathing of weapons, and immediately I stood, returning my loincloth to my body and turning from Zeezee. This conversation, if one could even call it that, would have to wait. If enemy warriors were approaching, then Zeezee, along with everyone in the tribe, could be in danger. A dark wave broke over me.

Perhaps Gahn Fallo has come back to claim the one woman his men did not retrieve.

The thought turned to molten ablik in my guts, burning then hardening everything.

Let him try to take my Zeezee. I’ll set Zaphrinax on fire, burn it all to the ground, before I let her go.

I spoke quickly, pulling two of my knives from the straps at my back.

“Stay still and quiet. I will return for you. Do not come out.”

Zeezee’s brows crumpled inwards in confusion, but I had no time to try to explain further. Enemies were circling us, even now.

I bounded out of the tent, knives tight in my grip, and the taste of Zeezee on my lips.

I RUSHED THROUGH THE tents towards the sounds. The evening fire was in my sights, and I could see the women dispersing quickly, pulling their cubs along with them. My warriors were gathered on the other side of the fire, looking out towards the sand, spears and knives and axes brandished and ready, waiting for my command. Galok was sprinting towards me, but he stopped when he saw that I had heard the commotion and was coming on my own. I caught up to him quickly, and we ran together around the fire, out past the tents, followed by the rest of my warriors.

“It’s Gahn Irokai,” Galok informed me as we stopped running, standing with our weapons ready. This surprised me. Gahn Irokai’s territory was days from here, at the base of the mountains at the very edge of the Sea Sands. Our territories did not border each other and we had no current cause for quarrel – no wars over land or resources had been fought between our two tribes in generations. I had been sure that this was Gahn Fallo, whose territory was nearest ours and whose men we often fought with. My warriors were shouting, showcasing their fangs and their blades as we watched the small group approach. I stared at the dark shadows of the intruders. It was a small party, like a hunting party. It was not the full force of Gahn Irokai’s men.

Gahn Irokai’s booming voice rose over the warning growls of my men. “Gahn Buroudei! I do not come in war. I ask safe passage into your tent. I must have words with you.”

My men stilled, watching me silently, waiting for me to make a decision. Any warrior who rose to the role of Gahn was mighty, and was to be treated as a threat. But the people of the Sea Sands were not usually deceptive. If Gahn Irokai was here for battle, he and his men would be charging at us with war cries, blades already flying. But they approached calmly, no weapons drawn. I stepped forward, sheathing my weapons, but keeping my eye trained on him and his men and irkdu.

There were only five of them. At the head, riding the largest irkdu, was Gahn Irokai, and at his side was his best warrior, whom I recognized as Taliok. I did not know the names of the others.

When they were within a spear’s throwing distance, Gahn Irokai and Taliok dismounted, followed soon by the others, crossing the last distance towards us on foot. Gahn Irokai hulked, his hair greying, but his eyes just as sharp as ever. Taliok strode next to him, a dark expression on his scarred face. They both raised their tails in respectful greeting, which surprised me and put me a little more at ease. I did the same, grunting, and my men followed suit.

I turned to two of the warriors standing just behind me, Malachor and Rawk.

“Take their irkdu to the peet grass between the boulders. Stay with the beasts and keep them from fighting.” Our irkdu were well trained, but, like their masters, were naturally territorial. They could easily be moved to aggression by the scent of these new animals. Malachor and Rawk raised their tails in acknowledgement, then led the creatures away from us, out towards the boulders. Gahn Irokai nodded at two of his men to accompany them, then approached, coming to a stop before me, flanked by Taliok and one other warrior.

“You see I have come with few warriors, and have not drawn weapons.”

I twitched my tail in understanding.

“I do. You and your men will not be harmed here tonight.” I paused, then continued, a slight growl colouring my voice. “But you should know that if you make a single threat, I will not stop my men and irkdu from tearing your party limb from limb.”

Gahn Irokai grunted. “As it should be among Gahns.”

We walked back around the fire, moving through the tents towards my own tent, the second largest after the healers’ tents. Gahn Irokai and I walked side by side, followed by Galok, Taliok, and Gahn Irokai’s third warrior. I heard the warrior tell Galok his name was Oxriel as we walked.

I kept my gaze firmly trained on Gahn Irokai from the corner of my eye. True to his word, he did not seem to be here for violent purposes. But I would not let my guard down yet. Especially when I now had something so precious to protect.

Even with this surprise, and the significance of receiving another Gahn here tonight, my mind kept moving back to Zeezee. With a jolt, I stopped, calling to a nearby group of warriors who had dispersed towards the fire after the threat had been gauged.

“Teelk and Vaxilkai, go and guard the healers’ tent. Make sure no one goes in. Or out.”

They knew better than to hesitate, but I saw the flash of confusion in their eyes as they moved to execute my order. Perhaps Galok had not yet told them about the news of Zeezee and the other women. I will have to ask him about that later.

We reached my tent. Galok pulled aside the hide for Gahn Irokai and me, and we moved inside, followed by the other three warriors. Inside, Galok lit two valok candles, placing them on either side of my seat, a large dakrival hide stool stuffed with peet grass and stones to make it firm and heavy.

“I do not have a seat for you, Gahn Irokai,” I said, noting the single stool. I had never needed a second one before. No other Gahn had ever come here in peace during my lifetime.

“A Gahn is not afraid of being seated on the sand like his people.”

I approved of this, and we all sat on the sand, Galok and I facing the three of them.

“Will you and your men take meat and valok? We were feasting when you arrived. I know it is a long journey from your mountains.”

Gahn Irokai moved his hand through the air.

“No. Not yet. Afterwards we will partake of your hospitality. But what I have to tell is too important to wait.”

My ears pricked, and I noticed Galok lean forward. Neither of us could ignore the fact that this was happening the day the new women had arrived. It could be no coincidence.

“I want to call a meeting of the Gahns.”

I heard Galok hiss in surprise next to me, but I kept my countenance calm. A meeting of the Gahns had not been called in many generations. Not since our population had begun to die off due to the actions of our ancestors. Our ancestors who had ignored the sacred Lavrika’s call. Meetings of the Gahns involved calling together all five Gahns of the Sea Sands. Historically, they either resulted in new pacts and alliances or ended in utter bloodshed.

“Why?”

I had feeling I knew what could have disturbed Gahn Irokai so much as to require a meeting of the Gahns. It had to be related to Zeezee’s people. I felt a muscle twitch at the base of my tail. I longed to go to her, even now. To check on her, make sure she was safe.

Though Gahn Irokai had seemed to be in a rush before, now that it was time to explain himself, he faltered, taking several deep breaths then halting before speaking. Finally, he said, “It will be better if Taliok speaks to our purpose, if you will hear him.”

“This is agreeable,” I muttered, shifting my focus to the brooding young warrior.

Taliok did not move to speak, his jaw drawn tight. But a grunt from his Gahn shifted him to action. His voice was low and dark.

“Some days ago the Lavrika called me to the pools.”

I tensed, and felt Galok’s tail twitch.

“The mate I saw there was like no woman of the Sea Sands. Like no creature of Zaphrinax. She had no tail, no claws, and terrible white eyes.”

So it was as I had thought. It was to do with the new women. I hadn’t known one of Gahn Irokai’s men had travelled to the pools. The Cliffs of Uruzai were considered neutral territory, accessible to all the people of the Sea Sands. Much of the open sands between the mountains and the cliffs were also neutral territory – too dangerous and barren to bother fighting to claim. My patrolling parties would not have seen Taliok come that way, and would not have bothered him on the way to the Cliffs, anyway. I waited in silence, absorbing this information and allowing Taliok more time to speak if he had more to say. But it appeared he did not. He lapsed back into frowning silence.

I mulled this over as everyone watched me. Did I admit everything now? That I, too, had seen, and had now found, my strange mate? There would be instant suspicion at the fact that I had not tried to call a meeting of the Gahns the way Irokai had. I suddenly thought back to my warriors’ confusion at my order to guard the healers’ tent, indicating that Galok had not shared the news of the new women yet. It seems we both want to keep these pale and precious creatures to ourselves.

But such a thing would be impossible, now. Perhaps even now the men of the other tribes were seeing their mates in the Lavrika Pools.

This complicates things.

I would have to tell Gahn Irokai everything. Start to finish. At least now I have a potential ally to take the other women back from Gahn Fallo. If his closest man has a mate among them, Gahn Irokai will no doubt lend warriors to our purpose. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him of my own pretty mate, when a sudden commotion crashed outside. Warriors were shouting, and then came a sound so bright and sharp it burned: the scream of my mate.

I was up and moving instantly, my guests forgotten. I was only slightly aware of Gahn Irokai asking me something and Taliok jumping up and drawing his weapons. They would have to wait. They would all have to wait until I made sure my Zeezee was alright.

Outside, a group of warriors had gathered in a circle. At the centre was one of the warriors I’d assigned to the healers’ tent, Teelk. One of his arms held Zeezee firmly against his body. The other held a blade to her throat.

I was not known as a rash or vicious Gahn. Brutal in battle, yes, and a fierce warrior. But I was not insane, not like Gahn Fallo. In that moment, though, seeing that blade against Zeezee’s incredible skin, her slender pulsing throat, I felt all sanity slip away. A sky-tearing cry exploded from my chest, and then I was running, men parting before me in confused terror at my rage. Galok shouted something from behind me, but I ignored him, yanking a blade from my back. Teelk stood stock still, frozen in confusion, as Zeezee kicked and fought his embrace. This was one of my men, one of my own warriors. And in that moment I did not care. His hands on her, his weapon at her neck, made me so sick with black anger that I was ready to tear him apart. I raised my blade, snarling -

– only to have it knocked away by another blade. I whirled, finding Taliok in my way.

Gahn Irokai broke into the circle, calling to his man. “Taliok, answer me now. Is this the female you saw in the pools? Is this your mate?”

I could have taken Taliok’s life for the disrespect he’d just shown me, and I bared my fangs, raising my blade again. My warriors gnashed their teeth, drawing their own weapons. Gahn Irokai and his men had come in peace, but they would leave covered in blood.

At that moment, Zeezee gave a small cry, managing to wriggle out of Teelk’s arms, his grip grown slack with confusion and shock. She ran to me, to me, her soft body colliding against mine, her arms wrapping around my waist. I clutched her protectively against my side, holding my knife up against Taliok. Taliok’s sight stars drew in to focused points as he stared at us, his gaze moving back and forth between my face and Zeezee’s. After a tense moment, he sheathed his blade.

He answered Gahn Irokai. “Now that I see her closer, I know she is not my mate. But she is of the same people.” Then he spoke to me. “I thought you drew your blade to harm her. That you saw her as an enemy.”

“She is no enemy,” I growled, pulling her tighter.

It was time. The news could wait no longer.

“She is my mate.”

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