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Riley
Riley Sharp can fight her way out of anything. She’s a special ops
soldier. Trained for war and hardened for battle. Nothing surprises
her, but when she finds herself in a battle with Reptile aliens, she
fights for her life as well as her sanity.
The Ozar Triad is book one is the next series after The Hexonian
Series set in an alternate universe where the Reptiles have
developed into intelligent evil beings intent on bringing the unseen
entity into another universe. You don’t have to read The Hexonian
Series to enjoy The Ozar Triad, but if you like sexy alien warriors and
not-so-helpless plucky human females fighting an enemy too evil to
be true, then you might like to start your journey with Jo’Aquin.
Riley
Rujali
It couldn’t be.
Rujali could hardly comprehend they’d found their mate, but
he knew it as a certainty as soon as he stepped out of their jet and
into this godsforsaken place, loosely termed a space port in Isildur. It
was a haven for the worst kinds of species, but the one their long
search had brought them to.
The Ozar Crystal was here without a doubt. After a year-long
pursuit without setting foot on their Homeland, they were close
enough to retrieve it. Hope was finally in reach. A blast of ethereal
energy had alerted the central intelligence tracker on board the
cramped jet they’d called home for too long and they’d flown to this
hellshole of a place to follow the signal.
The loss of the Ozar Crystal had been felt by every member
of his Homeland. Without the crystal, no mate-bonds could form.
Without mate-bonds, there were no Quads, and without Quads there
were no children. That, coupled with the infighting between the
Homelands of the Arabis and Erion, the Ozar Homeland’s future was
at stake.
They’d kept the loss of their crystal a secret. The Ozar wasn’t
unique. Each Homeland was powered physically and spiritually by
their respective crystals. Without the crystal, the Ozar Homeland was
weakened. If the Arabis or the Erion Homelands found out, with the
power of their crystals behind them, the Ozar Homeland was
seriously threatened. The three Homelands had been infighting and
bickering on and off for centuries and no love was lost.
Truly, Rujali was sick and tired of it. It was unrelenting and
unproductive, but no matter how anyone had tried to rectify the
situation over the decades, their differences had just been too
difficult to overcome. So, for the protection of his Homeland and for
the future of his people, it was imperative that they find and bring
back their crystal.
They could not return home empty-handed. He’d thought he’d
be able to locate the crystal, and the species who had stolen it, the
moment they landed. Instead, he’d found something even more
precious. Something he’d never dared hoped to find out of their
Homeland, let alone in a place like this.
“Is it…?” Klaej asked with a gasp.
Setzan nodded. “Mate.”
Rujali’s gaze fell to the small female standing at the base of
the jet staring up at them, as though she had been inexplicably
drawn to them, just as they were drawn to her, held together on that
transcendental moment of mate recognition. He couldn’t identify her
species, but he had never laid eyes on one so perfect before.
She was tiny, yet her small body revealed gentle curves he
knew would be soft under his hand, different to their own hardness.
Her skin was pale, lacking the deep colors of their own kind, yet
alluring. Her mop of mid-brown hair flopped over her startled eyes,
the color of his favorite dessert. Her hair was shaved on one side of
her head, while a long lick of a fringe fell to her chin on the other
side.
From this moment forward, she would be his favorite dessert.
One he would eat any time of the day if she would allow it. He could
imagine folding her over his bed and entering her most secret of
places over and over again. His cock twitched with the thought,
something that had not happened in the ten years since the Crystal
of Ozar was stolen. That part of him had remained as dead as his
Homeland.
Without the crystal, there were no mating Quads in his
Homeland. With no mating Quads, there were no children. His race
was dying. Without the crystal, there was no hope.
Now, not only had they tracked the crystal here, but they’d
also found their mate.
He could hardly believe it was true, but she was here, right in
front of his eyes. Their mate. The female that would save not only
their Homeland, their Triad, but their entire race. She was precious
beyond belief.
If he’d known he might have found her here, of all places, he
would have happily lived in this hellshole for the entire year of the
search both he and his brothers had embarked on, simply to wait for
her and save himself the endless traveling, the endless arriving at
intergalactic pit-holes only to find that they were too late, that the
energy the tracker had detected from the crystal was only residual.
Why it had been stolen, he had no idea, but between the three of
them, they were going to find out, and return it to its rightful place in
the Ozar Tower back in their Homeland.
“She’s beautiful beyond words,” Klaej said, his voice soft.
“Breathtaking,” Setzan said.
Rujali nodded. “She is ours, brothers.”
“What could she possibly be doing in a place like this?” Klaej
asked.
“That is the question. Let us go down and introduce ourselves
to our mate, and then we will take her out of this place and put her
somewhere much more suitable,” Rujali said.
Tossing his long braids behind his shoulders, he stepped
towards his future.
The female seemed to snap out of her trance and staggered
away from the group of scaled creatures close behind her. One of
them hissed and lashed out at her, sinking his talons into the soft
flesh of her shoulder. She screamed as crimson blood poured from
between its imbedded claws. Their mate was wounded! Blinding hot
rage raced through him, her agony his. A roar erupted from him. He
ripped his sword from the sheath at his back, jumping the distance to
the ground, and pounded towards his mate. The ground shook as his
brothers followed him. He wasted no time and slashed the head from
the shoulders of the first scaled creature.
There was a hot flash, and a laser seared his arm, but he
didn’t even feel it. Keeping the momentum of the swing, he changed
the arc and slashed downwards and severed the creature’s head.
Klaej roared behind him, and Rujali spun to face him as several of
the scaled-ones bore down on them.
Where the hells had they come from?
Heated laser fire danced around them. Rujali slashed at the
closest creature, slicing a green strip of welling blood down its front.
Setzan grunted as he impaled another with his short-blade. He sliced
upwards, gutting it before it had a chance to topple dead to the
ground.
He’d not seen these creatures before in any of his long
travels, and he’d been over great distances in the universe. They
seemed almost out of place. Just as out of place as their female.
He glanced around to see where she was, his heart lurching
when there was no trace of her. “Brothers. She is gone!”
Setzan glanced around with a scowl before roaring his warrior
cry and lashing into the fold of scaled-ones that descended on them.
Klaej severed the head of one, while Rujali plunged his long sword
into the soft underbelly of another.
At a loud clack-hissing sound from one of the creatures, the
rest scattered like the cowards they were.
Setzan started to pursue one, but Rujali barked at him, “Leave
them. Our mate is more important.”
Setzan gripped his sword tight in his fist. It went against every
fiber of their being not to end a fight, yet he managed to turn away,
the heat of battle on his face, his features tight and grim.
He lifted his head, scenting the air. “She is bleeding.”
A growl thundered in Rujali’s chest. “And they will pay, brother
—we will make sure of it—but she is our priority.”
“This way.” Klaej pushed through the crowd of onlookers.
Setzan snarled at them, and they scurried away like bugs.
While Rujali and his brothers were bigger than most, nothing
stood between a Negari and their mate. And they were royalty. The
mate-sync was the strongest of them all. Finding her was imperative.
If they had to stomp over every species in this space port, they
would. It was wise that every being stayed out of their way.
Klaej squatted and swiped his finger on the ground. Rujali
saw the Klaej’s fingertip was coated with crimson. Klaej tasted her
blood. Rujali knew Klaej’s body would merge with her essence. It
would be easier to scent her that way. His brother was known for his
tracking skills.
“She is hurt. I can taste her pain. And her fear.” Tension
radiated from every pore in his body.
The same tension now rippled through Rujali and Setzan.
Triplets were connected that way. What one felt, so did the others,
especially with extreme emotions like this. Urgency to find her
writhed through Rujali’s veins like a living thing. It was untenable to
think that she was hurt and scared in any way.
Rujali pressed his hand to Klaej’s shoulder. “Then lead the
way and we will find her.”
Klaej gave a sharp nod. Now was not the time to delay with
wasted emotions like fear for the safety of their mate. She was in
need, and they would put aside their weaker emotions.
Their mate wouldn’t be lost for long. They would soon have
her where she belonged: in their arms and in their bed. Safe.
Protected. Cherished.
She didn’t know how important she was to them.
But she would understand soon enough, and she would
comply like mates should. It was their duty to protect her, just as it
was her duty to submit.
* * *
Riley
Setzan
Setzan stalked close behind his brother, gripping and regripping his
sword. If anyone could find a missing person, it was Klaej. After
ingesting her blood, Klaej’s body would assimilate with her essence
and he’d be able to smell her wherever she might be. He’d be able to
detect her when they were close enough, but by the gods, the agony
of not being able to find her in this crowded hellshole set his teeth on
edge.
That she was also injured and frightened was untenable. His
nostril flared as heat seared his bones. His ears twitched with every
sound, the light bright enough to sear the back of his skull. His whole
body was on full alert. Every sight, every touch, every sound had him
twitching with the need to find her. Even the theft of the Ozar Crystal
was nothing compared to every second their mate wasn’t close by
and in their arms.
“Where can one small female possibly have got to?”
“If anyone has taken her…” Rujali’s words dissolved into a
growl.
Species surrounding them scuttled away, their fright clear on
their faces. Even the most hardened amongst the crowd gave them
a wide berth. They had due cause to be scared. Nobody stood
between a Negari and their mate. That was a well-known fact,
galaxywide.
That they had just found her yet were unable to hold her and
touch her made him bare his teeth at anyone unlucky enough to look
at him. From now on, only their mate’s touch could soothe the slow
burn than ran through their veins. He felt his brothers’ burn as much
as his own.
He clenched his teeth, forcibly stemming his aggression. His
baser emotions would do nothing to find their mate.
“If she is taken, they will not get to live a second more from
the moment we find them,” Klaej said.
The gold threads in his skin glowed, his skin turning more
crimson than emerald. He was usually emerald and was the calmest
of all of them. It was his soothing influence that both he and Rujali
relied on when emotions ran high.
Each of them balanced the other. Klaej was placid—normally.
Rujali was level-headed, a clear leader, able to cut through the crap
and find the best path of action to take.
Setzan was—he didn’t actually know. He was hot-headed in
battle, quick to anger, quick to laugh, quick to find fault. He truly
didn’t know how that balanced anything out, but he vowed to make
amends now, to become a better person for their female. Their mate.
They would protect her with their lives, which brought about
the puzzle of why she’d run. Any female who felt the mate-sync
came to her mates without question. It was never an issue back in
their Homeland.
“Do you think it’s possible she doesn’t know how important
she is?” Setzan said.
That she didn’t know was deeply unsettling. Unacceptable.
“Undoubtedly, judging by her fear. I can taste her confusion.
Her terror,” Klaej said. His skin bristled with more crimson.
“She also isn’t one of our species,” Rujali shoved a slow-
moving Antonine out of the way. The voluminous creature moved
away with a gurgling sound, probably not even aware that Rujali had
pushed at it. The layers of glutinous fat surrounding its muscle made
it slow, but well-protected its innards from projectiles. Its scarred skin
told of its many run ins and was most probably employed as a guard
of some sort. Most of them were employed in similar roles the
universe wide.
“How can our mate be of another species? There has never
been an inter-species mate before,” Setzan said.
“The crystal has ever been stolen before either.” Rujali’s frown
grew deeper
“No. It hasn’t.”
Rujali’s thoughts churned. Somehow, the crystal had been
stolen from its protected position, deep with the Ozar Crystal tower.
They only knew of its disappearance when the tower had lost its
glow.
“Is the Ozar Crystal still here?’ Rujali asked.
Setzan tugged a crystal chip from his pocket. They’d taken a
part of the tower with them, despite it being a travesty to have
damaged its crystal walls. It was the only way they could locate the
Ozar Crystal that powered it, though.
Rujali had cleaved the chip off, the only person capable of
doing something like that. The tower was virtually indestructible and
had existed since the beginning of time, certainly since the inception
of the Negari. It was what allowed their species to live. To love. To
provide generation after generation. The crystal glowed with life
when a new soul was brought into the Homeland, one dependent on
the other.
However, no new births had been welcomed into the world
since the crystal theft and he didn’t know how much longer it would
live without new life energy to sustain it. It had already been a
decade, and lately the signal had become weaker and weaker.
It was a near miracle they’d managed to track it here. If not for
the blast of recent, pure energy, Setzan would have all but given up
hope.
The chip, no bigger than a sliver the size of his thumbnail,
glowed like a tracking beacon whenever the crystal was near. The
blush of light from the crystal lit his hand and warmed his skin, as
brilliant as a ray of sun.
“I haven’t seen it so bright before,” Rujali said.
“Nor have I.” Setzan stared at the tiny piece of crystal.
“Could have something to do with our mate being so close,”
Klaej said.
Rujali pursed his lips. “You could be right. Still, for it to burn so
bright is nothing short of a miracle.”
“Just like finding our mate.” Klaej said.
“At least we know the crystal is still planet side,” Setzan said.
Relief flooded his system. “We’re close. At last.”
“We find our mate first,” Klaej said. Some emerald broke
through the crimson on his skin.
“That goes without saying, brother,” Rujali said.
“Surely a creature so different couldn’t have gone unnoticed in
this place,” Setzan said. “I’ve never seen anything like her. Not even
heard of a species who looks like her.”
“I never thought to see a female so perfect.” Klaej paused,
nostrils flaring, before he turned into an alley, breaking away from
the main thoroughfare.
“What species do you think she is?” Setzan asked.
“I have no idea. She looks close enough to us, but she’s so
small. Her skin is the color of nothing I’ve seen before. And she
doesn’t have horns either,” Rujali said.
“Do you think she’s…compatible?’ Setzan asked.
“Even if she wasn’t, she is still our mate, but I don’t think the
fates are so cruel. Our Homeland needs children and she has been
chosen for not only us, but our Homeland.” Rujali brought his gaze to
first Setzan and then Klaej.
“I’d like to know how she even came to be in a place like
this.,” Setzan said.
The Helion 6 spaceport was a rough place, known for its high
crime rate and equally lawless state. If there were any law enforcers
here, they either made themselves scarce, or were as corrupt as the
rest of the population. Honesty was not a high commodity here.
“We’ll work everything out once we’ve found her,” Rujali said,
and then turned to Klaej. “What’s going on?”
Ignoring Rujali, Klaej paused and scented the air. He turned
into yet another alley. Setzan had rarely seen him more focused, but
if finding one’s mate wasn’t a good enough reason, he didn’t know
what was.
They followed him deeper and deeper into a labyrinth of
narrow walkways. There seemed to be no pattern with the twists and
turns she’d taken. Worry dampened his excitement. Their mate was
hurt and, judging by the haphazard twisting and turning alleyways,
might also be hopelessly lost. It was not a good combination.
Klaej paused at a corner, a deep growl reverberating in his
chest. Setzan stooped at his side. A smear of blood in the shape of a
dainty hand stood out alarmingly on the light tan sandstone. All
emerald disappeared on his skin, the crimson bleeding out the gold.
He was almost the same color as that of her blood. It wasn’t a nice
thought.
“She’s still bleeding.” Klaej’s claws curled into a fist.
The scaled ones had really hurt her. Badly, judging by the
amount of blood she’d leaked by the time she’d come through here.
The first thing he’d do after they’d found her and made sure she was
safe was to seek retribution. What sort of species purposefully
injured innocent females?
The females of their Homeland were fragile. Timid. Easily
upset. They didn’t have the means to fight back. They simply didn’t
know how. That was why it was the males’ duty to love, protect, and
care for them. Without them, there would be no future. To protect a
female was to protect the future.
Not only was she hurt and afraid, she was probably beside
herself, if their own sister and mother were anything to go by. They
would need to be gentle when they found her, no doubt. His heart
was heavy. By the gods, he’d never felt this way before. He didn’t
have an inkling what it might be like to find their mate. It wasn’t
responsibility, as much as feeling completely undone. His life had
changed so much in the space of a few moments, and instead of his
mate being in his arms, sated and content after all three of them
loved her, she was nowhere to be found.
What had once been a normal thing to find a mate on their
Homeland was vastly different to finding a mate somewhere like
here, especially finding a mate that was not of their species, but life
hadn’t been normal since the day the Ozar Crystal had been stolen
and Rujali had asked both Klaej and himself to find it—no matter
what.
As royalty, it was up to them, but duty or not, they would have
done it: for their parents, their sister who had yet to find her mates,
and everyone in their Homeland. They’d travelled for so long across
such great distances, and privately, Setzan had given up hope of
ever finding a mate.
He could barely come to terms with the fact it had actually
happened.
Klaej stopped at a door. A faint red outline of their mate’s
dainty hand was smeared on the paneling. Rujali’s growl echoed in
the narrow walkway.
Close by, a door slammed shut, someone not wanting to get
caught up in their business.
Wise choice.
“Is she close by, Klaej?” Setzan asked.
Klaej’s shoulders tensed until he was twice as broad as he
normally was. The red tone of his skin told Setzan he was barely
keeping it together. Klaej couldn’t go rushing to their mate like this.
He would likely scare her in this state.
Setzan placed a hand on Klaej’s arm. “Pull yourself together,
brother. You don’t want to frighten her more than she probably
already is.”
Rujali pushed past Klaej, no mean feat, and slammed his
shoulder into the door. The material splintered with a crack. A middle
panel crashed into the inside wall, showering them with door shards.
“Where is our mate!” Rujali bellowed.
Setzan filled his lungs with a tense breath. “I’m glad you’re
being gentle and subtle. That’s the way to do it.”
Klaej slanted a look in his direction before stepping behind
Rujali. Both his brothers filled the small room inside. Setzan pushed
Klaej aside. He needed to be the first male she saw. He, at least,
was calmer—by a thread—than his brothers.
He knew how… intimidating… they could be.
All he saw was a swathe of dirty, rough-hewn material shaking
at Rujali’s feet. No female. No mate. Just a filthy pile of rags.
Definitely not what he wanted to find.
Setzan took a sniff. The stench emanating from this being
was not his mate, and it was so bad it cloyed in the back of his
throat, but underneath the reek of this being came the faint
undertones of their mate’s blood.
The final vestige of calm snapped. He launched himself at the
being, grabbing it by the scruff of its neck, and held it at eye level. Its
feet dangled far off the floor. It couldn’t be worse. A Norvegicus.
Panic took a hold of his heart and choked him with it. A Norvegicus
with their mate’s blood on it didn’t mean anything good.
“You have hurt her! Where is she?” he said with a growl.
The creature flinched. Its nose twitched and its whiskers
danced. Setzan shook the Norvegicus. Even by the species
standard, this one was grimier than most. A state they liked to be in.
Not only were they filthy on the outside, they’d sell their own mothers
for credits without a second thought. They were the vermin of the
universe and didn’t find anything wrong with being that way. More
than a few beings had been sold to slavery—and worse—at the
hands of these beings.
“Are you looking for someone? A female perhaps? If you are
agreeable I can show you a whole roomful of them. Some are even
willing, but if you’re not in the mood for that, I can get some unwilling
if you like a fight. If you prefer them more placid, they don’t even
have to be conscious. It’s entirely up to you and your tastes.” The
creature lifted its top lip to show crooked yellowed teeth in what
Setzan assumed was a smile.
Klaej roared and his chest heaved. “Have you taken our
female?”
The Norvegicus’ whiskers twitched and it rolled its little clawed
paws. “Would you like me to take your female? I can have her
chained and whipped into submission if you don’t want to be
bothered with her screams. Or her blood. Pesky things, females. Not
worth the upset she seems to be causing all of you. Are you sure
you still want her? I’ll make it worth your while if you want to sell her
to me.”
“Where. Is. Our. Mate?” Klaej boomed, his skin flaring with
deep crimson.
The creature’s enormous buck teeth clacked in fright.
Splatters sounded on the ground, and the stench became worse.
Setzan held his arm out at full length and stepped back, trying to
ignore his watering eyes. Norvegicus’ urine was notoriously hard to
wash out, the smell often lasting years.
“If you’ve wrecked my boots, you worthless piece of drumas
crap—” Setzan began.
“Setzan,” Rujali interrupted, placing his hand on Setzan’s
forearm. “We need him to talk.”
Setzan took a deep breath and forced the anger down. There
was a real danger that if the Norvegicus had taken their mate was
lying to them, they might never see her again. They needed
information, which they couldn’t get if he choked the Norvegicus.
These species had no respect for females. Didn’t they see that
females were the lifegivers of the universe and should always be
treated with the utmost care and respect, no matter the species? If
there were no females, there was no life. If it had taken their mate,
there would be no other for them.
Setzan loosened his fingers from around its neck, realizing
just how tightly he had been gripping the creature. The Norvegicus
gasped, its frantic breathing fanning over his arm. Setzan forced
himself not to gag with its fetid breath.
“So she is your mate? I have several products that will help
you train her into the docile mate all males like. She’ll be good for
cleaning and fucking and will do anything you tell her to do.
Overnight she will be transformed,” the Norvegicus said.
“Talk!” He shook the Norvegicus again, but not as roughly.
“She came through here. I can smell her in your domicile. If
you have laid one claw on her, you will be sorry,” Klaej said.
The Norvegicus’ nose twitched. “I did smell something when I
came home, but I thought it might have been a thief. If I thought it
was a female, I would have looked for her.”
Setzan’s fingers twitched with the pulsing need to find their
mate. Blind rage fueled his blood and he clenched his teeth to
contain himself. Setzan growled, his frustration. The creature
squeaked as its tiny black eyes bulged.
“Where is she?” Setzan yelled.
He heard, and felt, the Norvegicus swallow. “You make it very
hard not to be extremely frightened of you. It makes business
arrangements very uncomfortable.”
“I’m finding it very hard not to pulverize your face.” Setzan’s
jaw ached with the pressure of grinding his teeth.
“Put him down, Setzan. He’ll talk if he’s more comfortable,
won’t you, drumas turd?” Rujali stepped very close to the Norvegicus
and growled.
Setzan knew that particular growl. Rujali was hanging on by a
thread, just like he was.
The creature nodded, its small clawed hands desperately
scratching at Setzan’s fist. Setzan grimaced as he put the
Norvegicus back to its feet. He hoped the scratches didn’t become
infected.
Although Norvegicuses were unpleasant, they did also have
an excellent sense of smell. Better than Klaej. The creature would
have to know the direction their mate had taken after she’d come
through by the smell of her blood. That was if it hadn’t stolen her
first.
“If you talk, we’ll let you go.’ The creature knew something it
wasn’t telling them. They always knew something.
Rujali towered over the creature. “Tell us where she is.”
“You know, this is a very poor planet and a person must find
coin where he can…” A pained expression crossed the Norvegicus’
face and its paws twisted over and over. “You don’t find females to
sell just on any corner. Maybe a few coins will jolt my memory—”
Klaej shouldered past Rujali and roared. Something rattled off
the top of a table and crashed onto the floor. The Norvegicus shook
so much, Setzan wondered how its cloak remained on it.
“I can always tell when a Norvegicus is lying. You argue, and
you evade direct questions, much like you’re doing now, so you have
one more chance. Where. Is. She!” Rujali bellowed.
There was splattering sound and another waft of urine. The
Norvegicus’ long pink tongue darted out of its mouth and licked its
dry lips. “You have to understand. If I knew anything you can be
assured I would sell her back to you. Relatively unharmed, I might
add.”
“Where?” all three of them yelled.
“In… in the dumpster,” it said, pointing to a door to the right.
“Out the back.”
Chapter Four
Klaej
Klaej splintered the door the Norvegicus indicated with his shoulder.
His gaze landed on the standard issue waste container. The smell of
her blood was strong, despite the overpowering stench of waste
which made his gut churn inside out.
A few short strides took him to the container where a smeared
bloody handprint painted the lid. He ripped the lid off its hinges and
threw it, barely hearing it clatter down the alley.
Their mate was there, thrown inside as though she was trash.
He leapt over the edge, careful to land on either side of her
before gathering her limp body up in his arms.
“Is she..?” Setzan’s voice sounded choked.
Klaej glanced in his direction. Both of his brothers looked as
though their still-beating hearts had been ripped from their chests.
He brought her to his chest, her body slumped against his. Lifeless.
Silken strands of her hair brushed his bare skin.
He was inadequate. How could he tell if one of her species
lived?
He cupped the back of her head, supporting her, his insides
twisting in helplessness.
“Brother. Are we too late?” Rajuli’s quiet voice cracked.
“I… I don’t know.” Klaej had never felt so helpless holding
their mate. He was a fighter. Knew how to work things out with his
blade and his fists, but now, having this precious female in his arms,
made him realize just how vulnerable he truly was. The universe
could really hurt him now.
Her head slid backwards, and glazed large brown orbs stared
at him. His entire body tensed and his chest rumbled. Her small
hands rose to his biceps. Her grip was weak, but there was a sense
of rightness when she touched him.
“My mate?” He tried to speak gently, but his voice deepened
with his concern.
Her fingers firmed on his arms and she said words he didn’t
understand. He glanced at Rujali. He was the linguist of their trio and
naturally spoke many languages without use of the translator. “Did
you understand her?”
Rujali shook his head, his beads swaying. His brows pushed
together. “I have not heard that language before. It sounds so
strange.”
Her body stiffened and her fingers tightened, before she
yelled something and jerked out of his grasp. He would not let her
fall and held her tightly.
“Be still,” he said. “You’ll hurt yourself even more, my mate.”
As he spoke, the smell of fresh blood was foremost in his
senses. He growled. Her eyes widened and she sucked in a gasp of
air.
She reached back, formed a fist, and struck him in the center
of his chest. The resounding sound of flesh against flesh seemed to
be much louder than it actually was. Rujali blanched and Setzan
gasped. Her knee connected with his thigh, and another fist struck
him in the same location. That wasn’t a mistake. There was a fair bit
of force behind her punches, as though she knew what she was
doing. He’d never known a female to be this way.
“Stop her, Klaej. She’ll hurt herself more!” Rujali’s fingers
circled over the lip of the container.
Setzan’s jaw fell, revealing his fangs as his jaw became slack.
It had been few and far between since he’d seen him look so
destroyed. They’d been five annuals old when Setzan had learned
his favorite pet Clavas had found its way into the great beyond. That
was the same look as now.
“I’m trying,” Klaej said. His hands felt big and clumsy as he
tried to be gentle while she thrashed, but he was not going to let her
go. Not when she would fall into garbage.
“Do something, Klaej!” Rujali bellowed.
Klaej hooked one arm beneath her rump and the other around
her waist and brought his lips to hers.
She body went still, and he thought he’d been able to calm
her. Then she pushed against his biceps and kicked his knee. She
tried to shift away from his kiss, and he moved his hand from her
waist to splay around the back of her head. He slid his tongue along
the seam of her closed lips. They were so soft. Pliable. And her taste
—ambrosia.
Her limbs stopped moving, and he was pleased to note that
both Setzan and Rujali had joined him in the container. Rujali was at
her back, cushioning her movements with his chest as well as
holding her arms in a position so as not to hurt her. Setzan knelt and
wrapped his arms around her legs, keeping her still so she couldn’t
kick and hurt herself against his much-harder thighs.
She spoke gibberish, but the quake in her voice told him just
how scared she was. Once they had her back on their jet, they would
give her a translator and then she would understand.
Her eyes darted between Setzan, Rujali, and then back to
Klaej. They were filled with a terrified alarm that tore through him like
a lash. Their mate must never fear them. She would learn that she
would feel nothing but pleasure from them, and she should learn
now. She couldn’t move. She was safe, but her expression told him
she didn’t know this.
“Kiss her again, Klaej. Calm her some more,” Rujali said.
Stabilizing the hand on her head, he placed his lips against
hers once again. She clamped them shut, making an outraged
sound in her mouth, dragging a breath in through her nose. She
would learn to accept the gentleness they gave, but she was a
different species. They would need patience, just like gentling a wild
standon.
She tried moving her head to the side, but he firmed his long
fingers so that she was still. Rujali made a shushing sound, his lips
near her ear, and Setzan rubbed her thigh, a low comforting purring
emanating from his chest. She was surrounded by her mates, as
was her rightful place to be.
He slid his tongue along the seam of her mouth, exploring.
Tasting. He used his lips to massage hers, caressing and teasing.
Slowly, the stiffness went from her body, the tension draining from
her limbs until she was supple and pliant in his arms.
He gently nipped her lips, letting her learn the feel of him,
letting her taste him as much as he tasted her. This was what she
needed, a slow introduction to her mates. Her body, her instincts
would tell her what to do.
She made a small sound, one so quiet he barely heard it, but
then her lips softened and parted. He didn’t waste a second. He
swept his tongue into her mouth and groaned. This was more than
he could ever have anticipated. She was a drug and he was already
hooked.
His heart rate spiked when she made another little noise and
kissed him back, her lips as soft as the most luxurious silks of their
Homeland. Her lips caressed his, tentatively at first, and then firmed
as she melted against him.
Her tongue danced with his, tasting him back. Their kiss grew
deeper, more urgent. His cock hardened in his leathers almost
painfully. He pressed his hips into her belly, letting her know how
much he desired her.
Setzan’s purr grew louder, vibrating around them. Rujali ran
his fingers through her hair and down her shoulders, his own rumble
joining his brothers.
Her mouth fell away from his. He drew back, his eyes
opening, though he hadn’t realized he’d even closed them. She was
a dead weight in his hands. Her breathing was even, her heart a
steady thump against his chest.
“You kissed her unconscious,” Setzan said.
“I didn’t mean to.” A cool slither of worry worked its way
through the haze brought on by her kiss. “Do you think…” He
swallowed. “I didn’t hurt her, did I?”
Rujali brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “No,
brother, but she is injured and was scared. You calmed her. I think
the stress of her situation has taken its toll.”
“At least you calmed yourself,” Setzan said. “Your skin is all
lovely and green. Not a trace of red of to be seen.”
Klaej couldn’t thump his brother as he normally would
because of his precious bundle. Instead, he growled.
“Enough fooling around. Let’s go,” Rujali said.
Setzan jumped over the edge and waited with his arms out.
Klaej handed their mate over, careful not to hurt her. Once she was
secured in his brother’s arms, he leapt off the stinking pile of rubbish.
Rujali’s face screwed up with distaste. “Why was she in this
refuse container?”
A growl rose in Klaej’s check. “When I find out who put her
there, their days will be numbered.”
Rujali placed a hand on Klaej’s shoulder. “And we will be
there to help you do the job. Now, we’ve found her. Let’s get her
back to the jet. She needs medical attention. There is no more time
to waste.”
Back inside, Rujali brushed passed the Norvegicus, followed
by Setzan carefully holding their mate in his arms. Klaej stopped by
the creature. Its beady eyes dropped to the ground, darting about but
never landing anywhere. It had seen the whole thing. That wasn’t
good.
Klaej tugged its whiskers so that it had no choice but to look
into his face. “You need to forget what you just saw. If you say one
word to anyone, I will come with my brothers and you will lose more
than a mere loose bladder. Do I make myself clear?”
The creature’s pink tongue darted out of his mouth and along
its narrow lower lip.
Klaej suppressed a shudder. He shook its head by its
whiskers. The creature squawked.
Klaej brought his head closer and paused until the beady
eyes locked on his. “Do. You. Understand?”
It worried its claws together, “Yes, yes. Of course. Not a word.
Or you will come find me. I swear this will go no further. I’ve already
forgotten, yes, I have.”
Klaej paused long enough for the Norvegicus to start to
tremble. He didn’t trust the creature at all, but maybe the fear of
whatever gods it prayed to would work to keep it silent. Not satisfied,
but wanting to join his brothers for the sake of his mate, he turned
his back and stalked back through the domicile.
He resisted the urge to look back at the creature, trying to
ignore the slither of unease that worked its way into the pit of his
stomach. The sooner they got off this godsforsaken rock, the better
as far as he was concerned.
Chapter Five
Riley
Rujali
“Easy, Rujali. You’re scaring her,” Setzan said when their mate
whimpered as he reached for her.
“Scared she might be, but at least she can’t hurt herself
anymore,” Rujali said. His heart pounded at the way in which she’d
reacted, appalled that they’d caused her so much terror.
“She’s never seen our species before, but surely she should
sense her mates,” Klaej said.
Rujali’s blood ran cold at the thought. When frightened, some
species curled into a little compliant ball, while others lashed out to
protect themselves.
“Gods, Rujali. Do you think she doesn’t recognize who we are
to her?” Setzan asked.
Rujali gathered her in his arms, the whimper she made tearing
his heart in half. She was so cold. Freezing. He held her close to his
chest, trying to provide warmth from his own body.
“Right the table,” he said. “Now.”
Klaej set the medical table on its legs and Setzan gathered the
sheet from the floor.
Rujali laid her gently on the bed. “Do you understand me, Little
One?”
Her eyes widened and she spoke. Her soft voice didn’t hide the
tremor underneath. Her heart fluttered in her chest as the pulse beat
wildly at her throat. He couldn’t understand the words she said, but
he knew the tone of someone begging.
“That may be the case, brothers. We’ll need to install a
translator so we can at least talk to her. When we can explain to her
who we are, she will calm.”
Klaej went to the steri-cabinet set into the wall and selected a
translator small enough for a child. It was a small metallic disc with
wires that would become organic once it merged with her ear canal
and the language receptor in her brain. When he turned, instrument
in hand, their mate began speaking again. This time, her voice was
hard and choppy.
The confusion in her eyes was replaced with anger. Such a
spitfire. He was used to quiet mates. He was finding a more spirited
mate intriguing, but she was so different to those females of his own
race, he was at a loss to know exactly how to treat her.
“Make sure she doesn’t feel any pain. Her species might not
react like ours,” Setzan said.
“She’s under the effects of the analgesic. She shouldn’t feel
any pain.”
“I hope you’re right,” Klaej said as he moved to her side.
He placed the translator onto the applicator and readied it for
insertion. Her panting was audible as he placed the Analdev to her
ear. It would deliver the translator deep within the ear canal and
change the soundwaves into something her brain would interpret
and understand. The language center in her brain would also change
so that when she spoke, she could produce sound waves suitable for
other translators. It was very basic technology.
She uttered words that ran into each other as her gaze
bounced between them. He held her hand, knowing she could feel
him and that it might bring her comfort.
He pressed the button to administer the inserter. There was a
slight click as the translator was delivered. Their mate’s face tensed
and her mouth fell open wordlessly. Her pupils dilated, the color of
her eyes an incandescent brown.
Rujali caught a concerned glance between Setzan and Klaej.
Her harsh breath as her lungs finally opened up was the best thing
he had ever heard.
She sucked in two quick breaths. “What the fuck did you just do
to me, you asshats? If you’ve tagged me to sell in some slavers’
market like some livestock, after you’ve raped and pillaged me, I’m
gonna tear your balls right off your body and stuff ’em down your
throat.”
Setzan’s eyes lit. His gaze roamed between Rujali and Klaej
before dropped to their mate. “I can understand her!”
“We will not sell you as livestock. You are much too valuable for
that,” Klaej said.
“You will not swear like that either, mate. It is unattractive for a
female of your beauty,” Rujali said, a slight frown warred with his
worry.
Her plump, kissable mouth fell open. Her tongue darted out.
There was an answering tightening in his groin.
“What? How?” Her voice was breathy and thin, as though she
couldn’t get enough air into her lungs.
“Klaej fitted you with a translator device,” he said.
“How do you feel, mate? I hope I did not hurt you.” Klaej bent
over her, his skin flashing with spots of crimson.
Setzan took a hold of her hand. “Just say the word, and I will
knock Klaej’s skull with my fist if he has caused you any discomfort
at all.”
Her startled gaze went from Klaej to Setzan. “I… I… Give me
back my body.”
Setzan’s gaze drew down her naked form and back up to her
eyes again. Her cheeks grew a delectable shade of pink.
“I’m enjoying the view too much to do that,” Setzan said.
She whimpered, and Rujali growled at Setzan. She might be
angry, but she was also scared.
Rujali shifted and her eyes locked in him. “My apologies. It’s
not my intention to scare you, however you are hurt and your
shoulder will cause you pain if the analgesic is removed. Klaej will
have to treat it, and if we allowed the pain receptors to return, you
would be uncomfortable.”
“I don’t care. Let me move. I know you can do it. Just flick that
red button with that device thing. I’m used to pain. It won’t be
anything different to me,” she said.
Rujali caught the distraught look on Klaej’s face.
“Our mate will not feel pain,” he said.
He was right. It was up to them to make these types of
decisions for their mate. “You will remain like this until we are sure
you will not suffer.”
“You can’t do that to me! I demand you set me free.” The
muscles worked at her jaw.
He would like to have softened and given in to her wish, but the
thought of her suffering was greater. Besides, he wouldn’t put it past
her to fight again and cause herself more injury. That would not do at
all. She had to be healed and free of any pain before they would
claim her.
And he did like looking at her naked body too much. It was
selfish, but she was their mate and would soon be comfortable in
such a state. He also intended to be naked in her presence in return
and spend many a pleasurable hour without the need for any
clothing.
“Klaej will clean and dress your wounds, then after that we will
bathe you and wash off the residue of the refuse we found you in.”
Rujali said.
Klaej grunted his affirmation. He pushed on one of the inlaid
cabinets in the wall and the steri-cabinet opened silently, sliding out
to reveal packed shelves of equipment. He set about retrieving the
materials he needed, placing them on a metallic table that he could
wheel closer to her when he had everything in place.
“How did you come to be there? Tell us who put you there and
we will seek retribution,” Setzan said.
Their mate kept her gaze trained on Klaej. She was wary. That
meant she was also intelligent and aware. That was good. He
wanted an intelligent mate who would keep him on his toes. It
seemed the fates had heard their prayers after all.
Klaej set the steri-cleansers and bandages on the table next to
the medi-bed. Her attention remained on the objects. He went to
wipe away the blood that streaked her arm.
“Stop,” she said.
Klaej’s hand hovered over her wound. “My mate?”
Her gaze darted to Rujali. “Why are you helping me? What do
you want from me?”
She made a demand of them, but spoke to him. Had she
detected him as the alpha of the brothers? She was intelligent as
well as shrewd. He folded his arms over his chest, trying to ignore
the hardening of his cock.
Rujali nodded to Klaej to continue to attend to her. “Why would
you say that?”
He watched for any indication that she might be in pain as
Klaej worked, but she merely glanced at what he was doing and then
focused her attention back to him. Interesting. Her injury didn’t faze
her. That was unusual.
“Because there is always an ulterior motive,” she said.
His arms fell to his side and frowned. “Who has wronged you to
make you think that way?”
“Why do you even care? God, this is some nightmare I’m
having. Maybe it’s not a nightmare. Maybe I’ve finally lost it. PTSD.
They said it would happen sooner or later. Too much shit for it not to
have some sort of effect.” She made an angry strangled noise, trying
to fight the effects of the analgesic. She clenched her eyes shut and
tossed her head from side to side. She didn’t seem to know it
couldn’t be released without the Corrective. “Who are you people?
What do you want with me? Where am I even?”
A tear leaked from beneath her lashes. The monitor that was
wirelessly connected to the medi-bed detected alarmingly elevated
heart rate. He worried that her frail body might be harmed through
fighting.
He put his hand on her cheek, stroking her with his thumb.
“Calm, Little One. This fighting is not doing you any good.”
Her eyes snapped open. “I wouldn’t be fighting if you hadn’t
done this… this thing to me. If you really wanted me to be calm,
you’d take this away.”
She clenched her teeth as more tears fell from her eyes and
made a sound born of anger and frustration.
“There are other ways to calm you,” he said.
He continued to stroke her cheek, marveling at the soft
smoothness of her skin. She tilted her head into his palm, just
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(See Chapter XXVI
for further reference
to the pathology of
hydatid cysts.)
—The treatment is
purely operative. The
contents of the cysts
should be evacuated
and its walls radically
destroyed by caustic,
spoon, etc. All
sequestra should be
removed; in the limbs
amputation is
sometimes
necessitated by the
extent of the
affection.
—The general
character of this
parasitic disease has
already been
considered. (See
Chapter VIII.)
The peculiar fungus
may be found in the
periosteum, in the
compact outer layers
of the bone, or within
its more spongy
depths. When the
lesion is sufficiently
large to be
recognizable to the
naked eye it
assumes, for all
practical purposes,
Achondroplasic skeleton. (Porak.) the appearance of
Hydatid Disease of Bone. Treatment. Actinomycosis.caries,
like that
due to tuberculous or leprous diseases, while in the pus or debris
discharged from the same or contained within the invaded bones the
characteristic yellow, cheesy, or calcareous particles will always be
recognized. In this disease there never seems to be the slightest
tendency to encapsulation nor to protect against further spreading by
any process of repair. The diseased area constantly enlarges its
dimensions, involving everything as it spreads, it being limited by no
membrane or tissue of the body. Occurring in the bones, it is usually
a secondary or metastatic infection, and may be found in any part of
the body.
The symptoms will be those of osteoperiostitis, first occurring
frequently in the jaws, as it nearly always does in cattle, and often in
man; this is accompanied by loosening of the teeth and involvement
of the submaxillary tissues. The course of the disease is slow, with
little or no tendency toward spontaneous recovery.
Fig. 238
TUMORS OF BONE.
As between the various hypertrophic conditions of the bones
above noted should be distinguished the true neoplasms, which
answer all the requirements of the definition given in Chapter XXVI.
There are few of the true tumors which may not be met with in bone,
including the periosteum.
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