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Harvested Fifteen
I sigh loudly as the door closes, and exhaustion hits me like a tank. I kick off the heels I have worn all day while shoving my fingers into my hair to remove the pins poking my scalp.I was having such a good time. I really like both Tilk and Burk, but when my virginity was brought up, the romantic bubble that I was in popped.They are going to compete against one another in physical combat to win the right to deflower the female of their choosing, and that goes against everything I was ever taught. I realize the other planets are unlike Earth, but I can't shut off what my world engraved in my mind.A knock comes from the other side of my door just as I step towards the bathroom, and I freeze. I hope it isn't one of the guys I just gave the cold shoulder to. I take a deep, reassuring breath and turn back towards the door."Yes," I say as I open the door cautiously, but when I see Zalu on the other side waiting, my nerves evaporate instantly, and I manage to pull a smile to my face."
Harvested Sixteen
Fiadh's eyes move around nervously as we listen to the announcer introduce the males we met last night. With each name, rank, and story, the crowd erupts like a volcano. The sound of their many voices causes the walls to shake and Fiadh to become more afraid. Zuri has tried to soothe her, but even her gentle touches seem to be too much for our easily spook-able friend. A few more minutes of this, and Fiadh runs the risk of passing out for sure. "It's okay, Fiadh," Zuri whispers again, and I nod to show my support. Fiadh gives us both a weak smile before looking back toward the door, but her hands don't stop shaking. I wish the room was more inviting. Maybe if the interior was nicer, we could distract her. The bare reddish-orange walls give the room a very cellarish vibe, and there isn't any seating for us to relax. Zalu had warned me before we arrived that this place is just a big arena. It isn't fancy like the place we have been staying, but I don't know if the other corre
Harvested Seventeen
"She was giving you a warning, Krystal. Zor's family is considered royalty on Makskin. They have been nominated as rulers since before the war. Some people think they use unsavory means to obtain the position, but I think the planet is just set in its ways. But due to her family, any rumor started by Zor spreads through the worlds like an out-of-control fire. She has influence even if people dislike her. She could make this tournament a very difficult time for you. So even if she is snarky, try to keep your reactions to a minimum," Zalu says as she pins pale blue flowers in my hair.I nod even though I hate having to bite my tongue. People like Zor don't deserve to get their way, but I am not about to mess with alien politics. I was ignorant to the world of drama on Earth. I am definitely out of my eliminate here. "I will just ensure I don't sit next to her again. We don't really have to associate with each other anymore...right," I ask, and I see Zalu nod in the mirror. "Right.
Harvested Eighteen
RATED R VIOLENCE The crowd's chants are louder today and almost savage as we make our way towards our seats. Their excitement seems to have distracted them from our late presence, which makes the irritated Kea relax. "Zuri, trade me," I whisper quickly as we get closer, and I see Zor on the end again. Zuri nods while giving me a small smile. She doesn't need me to explain the reason. She heard Zor yesterday. As we take our seats, my eyes focus on the massive grassy field. I keep myself from focusing on the thousands around us by staring at the sand-colored men already poised in the center. Their shoulders and backs have to be three or four times my body width...at least, which seems to be bigger than they were yesterday. "Do they look bigger today," I whisper toward Fiadh, and she nods without taking her bottom lip from between her teeth? Fear slowly begins to creep up my body, and the crowd changes their tone-chants and grunts of excitement or approval stop. But the silenc
Harvested Nineteen
TILK POV "Burk's out for blood," Nole mumbles from behind me, and I peel my eyes off the battle-savvy Hassin. I look back at my Kinmen, and he nods to acknowledge my interest. "Does he have weaknesses," I ask, knowing my inquiry will most likely be met with aggression? Nole has been fighting with Burk since training. No one knows Burk better than his men, and Nole is one of his best.Nole flashes his teeth at me before getting right in my face. He flares his nostrils defensively, but my expression stays neutral. Nole is my equal in every way. He doesn't scare me. A battle between us would be difficult but not impossible to win. His chest buffing isn't intimidating. Burk is my main opponent. "I owe him my skin a hundred times over, Tilk. Asking me for his weakness is an insult. You know he is my Commander. Our blood has been spilled together," Nole growls, and his body expands to display his intent to fight. I smirk. "In the Harvest, you fight anyone and everyone. F
Harvested Twenty
The fights have been consistently gruesome, and even with our newfound yearning, they have been hard to watch.The ground where the fights are happening has turned to mud due to the amount of blood wetting the dirt. After almost every fight, the winning male has run over to a female, including a very handsome Shikaz, who left Zuri beaming. As the next pair of fighters walk out to the center of the field, I instantly recognize Tilk. The two champions position themselves in the center, and my eyes sweep over him eagerly.He looks focused and beautiful as he stares down his opponent, but I get none of the fuzzy feelings I had when I saw Burk. I still cross my fingers in the hope that he will be mine. I enjoyed my dance with him. He is someone I could see myself falling in love with. Burk might not want me, or Tilk might place higher. Either way, I think I would be happy. The man Tilk is facing down has the signature strip of greenish brown scales going down his spine and across his
Harvested Twenty one
"We are down to the top twenty-seven champions. Our three-way champion winner Captain Bolis of Vaal has chosen to fight a Bunte. Will the other 26 champions line up, please," the announcer says, and the winners walk out onto the field. My back instantly straightens as I look over the line. I know that my mate might be a male who lost on day one or two but seeing these guys makes me excited. They look so strong and proud to be among the half that is continuing. "You will place your index finger on the screen, and the selector will assign your monster. Good luck, champions," the announcer says, and he approaches the male farthest from our side. "Captain Terrax will be fighting a Latroot...Commander Saz will be fighting a Mangog...Commander Fornis will be fighting a Bunte...Captian Het will be fighting a Zobilo...Captain Cailan will be fighting a Balsig," the announcer continues down the line, and I look over each male slowly until my eyes land on Burk. My stomach fills with little b
Harvested Twenty two
"Next up, Commander Burk," the announcer says, and I peek out from behind Zuri's shoulder.Each fight has ended so quickly that getting to Burk's fight seems to have happened in record time. I take a deep breath to calm myself just as the Mangog runs out onto the field."Oh my God," I whisper as my eyes take in the monster named Mangog.His skin is a mixture of red and orange. His massive head has six horns, and his gigantic three-fingered hands have four-inch claws ready to kill. His lips can't close over his fangs, and his tall body is stacked with bulging muscles. My heart immediately begins to pound again. Burk has to fight that!As Burk's name runs through my head, he emerges out from the champion area, looking nothing but calm. His knife is clutched in his hand, and he is approaching the Mangog as if he doesn't have a care in the world."How is he so calm," I whisper, feeling uneasy.Zuri shrugs as she, too, stares at the Mangog with big eyes."I don't know. This one is the seco
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