ZION's POV...
Mine.
Bonetta, Bonetta, Bonetta!!!! [Fated one.]
That's all that chants in my head the longer I stare at her and when her honey brown eyes collide with my gaze, I feel like the air has been knocked out of me.
She is beautiful.
So fucking gorgeous my fangs hurt as they want nothing more than to sink into the delicate skin on her neck.
'Mate....' My inner warrior roars. So pure, so beautiful and she is ours for the taking...
My twin hearts thump in my chest.
'Bind her to us, bathe her in our scent so every warrior on our ship will know who she belongs to.' The veins on my temples throb as I try to control my thoughts and gather my composure.
The more I stare at my tiny human mate, the desire to fall to my knees and serve her grows intense.
But I am a king.
I can not allow my warriors to witness the overwhelming weakness she bestows upon me.
I reach out to touch her and she stumbles back, her honey-brown eyes don't leave mine and the need to wrap her up in my arms and run to my cabin in the ship with her grows agonisingly stronger.
Every fibre in my large, powerful body wants to crush her to me and demand that she accept me.
A Kindred.
An Alien.
I am at war with my emotions.
"Not like this, brother. You are scaring her." Jaja steps beside me and reminds me to stand down. "This is not our home, she is not one of us and doesn't understand." He mutters in our mother tongue.
"She ran away, she doesn't want to mate with me and I will not accept her rejection." My body grows stiff with panic.
I am a fierce warrior.
A desirable Kindred to many and this fragile human, my mate, refuses to come to me.
The Gods have finally found a way to punish my 100-year-old ass.
All the laws that were laid out bare on the table many centuries ago through the treaty should now be void.
She broke the sacred union.
Not me.
Two of my soldier warriors step forward, causing her to take three steps back and the scent of fear wafts through the air.
I snap my head to the side, baring my growing fangs as I hiss at them. I know they weren't going to touch her unless they had a death wish to battle me in the grand arena once we return home.
There are only three, reasons why a Kindred enters the grand arena in combat form.
One, you have challenged another Kindred for their mate to take as your own.
Two, you have been sentenced to death and you must battle the Queen's finest warriors she chooses.
Three, you wish for an honourable death by taking your own life in front of a bloodthirsty audience.
"Please, I don't want to cause you any trouble." Her voice quivers as she wraps her arms around her trembling waist. "I..I just want to go home." Her eyes disappear behind a wall of tears.
"It es nawt save for yhu to leef," I explain to her in the human language.
Her brows pinch together, "Did you just say 'It is not safe for me to leave?'" She asks sceptically.
"Yes."
She giggles causing my hearts to cease pumping.
"That was fresh." She shakes her head, "And I doubt it is safe for me to be here too, especially when.." She quickly closes her mouth and turns to walk away.
"We the kindred, serve to protect the female species. Unlike the human men on this planet." Jaja kneels before her, openly declaring his submission to my intended.
She stops in her tracks, slowly turning around to face us once again.
The other men follow, and her eyes bounce from each kindred with confusion evident on her face and as her eyes land on mine, she raises her brows as if to expect me to follow suit.
I smile under my mask, my body going rigid with wild desire invading every aching inch of my body.
"And what about you?" She says breathlessly, lowering her arms from her delectable body.
"I bow to no one," I say in a cocky tone that causes her brows to knit together.
"I thought you Kindred serve to protect us, women?"
I chuckle.
She is a fiery little thing.
I should tell her that I don't bow to my intended before the mating process. But I decide against it and have a feeling that she won't take my words lightly.
After all, she did run away from me this morning.
And the thought of chasing her, driving her delirious with need, irritation and desire sound more intriguing than trying to force her to love me.
"My name is Zion Mahji. I am a king, a warrior and I bow down to no one. Including the female species whom we serve to protect with our lives." I snarl, taking three steps forward and to my surprise, she doesn't retreat.
Instead, her honey-brown eyes harden as they gaze into my brilliant blue ones.
'Asshole' I hear her mutter under her breath and I am unfamiliar with the term as my translator has trouble trying to describe her choice of words.
"Unless you are willing to mate with me then I will gladly kneel in your presence as you will initially become my queen." I flick her a cheeky wink.
She giggles, "Me, mate with an Alien?" She sneers with outrageous animosity. "Gods no! You may not have four arms, but I can not see myself fucking a blue Alien and carrying your child." She shudders in front of me.
A deep low, vicious growl escapes my lips at her comment.
"There are plenty of females who will beg to differ with you. Many of my Kindred warriors have already been mated." I say in a cruel tone.
"Good for them." She crosses her arms in a defensive posture. "But I don't plan to ever let a Kindred fuck me."
'Not just any Kindred!' I growl internally with fierce jealousy.
I rip my mask off my face, violently running my hands through my midnight black hair with frustration. I raise my gaze, our eyes collide and she gasps with surprise.
"Yo..you're not blue or.. Or. Shit!!" She cries out as her eyes suddenly roll back into her head and faints before me.
I lurch forward, catching her and I pick her up in my arms. A sense of calmness washes over me as my eyes scan her beautiful face.
"I don't know how many times I need to remind you before you start to believe me brother." Jaja, mumbles as he approaches my side. "But you need to stop taking your mask off and making these.. weak females faint before you." He clicks his tongue and shakes his head with disapproval.
"The Gods surely want us to suffer don't they?" He exhales loudly. "There is no future for us with these humans." He abruptly turns around and storms back towards the building we are currently occupying.
A thunderous beat plays beneath his combat boots with every stride he takes that is full of anger and dissatisfaction, reflecting his emotions.
MIYA's POV... I feel myself slowly submerging from the darkness that refuses to hold me captive. The air spiralling around me feels warm which is odd because the atmosphere on earth is kind of hormonal. It could be sunny with a strong wind capable of picking up and throwing a cow 100 metres, or it could be hailing yet the sun is still poised high above the dismal clouds, melting the enormous ice stone faster than you can count to three. I take a deep breath in through my nose and marvel at its cleanliness. Have I died and gone to heaven? Wait, does heaven still exist? I slowly pry eyelids open, and when a patchy white ceiling full of mould doesn't come into my line of vision, I begin to panic. This isn't my bedroom.... I try to sit upright, "What the?!" I cry out, looking down at my body that is enclosed with black straps pinning me to a bed. I struggle against them, twisting my body side
ZION's POV... I press my lips together, narrowing my eyes as I let out an exasperated sigh and patiently await my brother's response. He tilts his head to peer up at me with his brows furrowing. "I will see myself to the Grand Arena when we return home." He says through gritted teeth and strokes the back of his nape. "What?" My mate cries out in disbelief, thrashing against the bed. "Then no, I do not forgive you and you can shove your apology up your arse!" She sneers with her brows raising and marring fine lines into her flawless complexion. I lurch forward, pinning her down on the bed, she freezes beneath my touch with my face a whisper away from hers. "My brother has chosen death over helping you flee this ship. I think it is you, who should ask for forgiveness from him and tell him you accept his apology." I grumble as I tower over her. She licks her deep red plumpy lips and I groan, desperately wanting those lips wrappe
MIYA's POV..... I stare after the Kindred who doesn't resemble the Aliens we were told stories about. He almost looks human. And I emphasise the word 'almost'. Even though the kindred have kept to themselves, staying on their ships above the surface of the earth, they have been quiet. Still visible making their presence known without a doubt. Occasionally they will descend in pairs to come and claim their contracted bride. Brides who have no say in the matter. No one knows how the women are paired with a Kindred. Are they randomly picked or do the Kindred get to choose? Either way, I don't want to know. It was so much easier to pretend they didn't exist. Periodically life threw us curve balls and we didn't have to pretend. It was easier that way like we didn't have enough crises to deal with. I walk to the other side of the cabin, looking out the window and my ey
ZION's POV......As I exit my cabin leaving my feisty little human behind, I have to fight the beast within me for control.The desire to mark her and bind her to me is almost blinding, body crippling and it doesn't help that I can smell her scent everywhere I go.Honey has never seemed so appetising until now.Until SHE came along and gave me blue balls.And because she does not bear my mark, the spacecraft can be a dangerous place for her to wander through the corridors alone.A lot of my warriors are unmated and the moment they smell an unscented female, the haze takes over them.Drawing out their rage.Shaking off my concern knowing that my female is safe with Nova, I walk into the eatery hall, looking for Sylvan who is going to be my brother-in-mate in a few moon cycles.He also happens to be my best friend who is a beast kindred, the type of Kindred you want on your side when you
MIYA's POV..."Ah!" I squeak as the water from the showerhead hits against my bare flesh like pelting rain.It's warm and it smells like...Citrus!Mouthwatering citrus.I'm utterly intrigued and I feel a strong sense of fascination to stick my tongue out and see if it tastes like citrus too.But I don't.Within seconds, I'm quickly brought back to reality when Nova's voice sweeps through the room."You know my brother is single and I feel compelled to tell you that I think you'd make beautiful offspring together." Her voice is soft, melodious with a touch of sarcasm.I press the big orange button with my other hand positioned under the dispenser. A coin size rose coloured foamy cloud lands in the centre of my palm. I stare at it with wonderment, bringing it up to my nose and I take a small whiff of it.I don't know what to expect as I've never seen or heard the product body wash befo
ZION's POV...A feral roar departs from my lips when she tears open my shirt, sending the buttons to soar across the cabin floor. My body burns with an undilated passion for this female and in the past, it would have scared me senseless. But when she looks at me like she wants to devour me for her main meal, it only adds fuel to the fire that sears into my flesh."You smell so good," She pants against my lips. "It's driving me crazy.." She sighs as I insert my tongue into her mouth to taste her, and my Gods, she tastes far sweeter than I had ever imagined.Her hands move across my chest that is scared from old wounds I wear with pride when we fought against the scourge.Scars I refuse to heal in honour of my fallen warriors we lost in multiple battles fifty earla years ago. Winning the war didn't taste as victorious as we had all hoped it would.It also doesn't help, that the oracles still believe to this day that the war between us has not e
MIYAs POV...I open my mouth to say something just as witty and sarcastic back."Zion!!" Novas' voice unexpectedly fills the cabin as she shouts from the other side of the door, gaining both of our attention and I clamp my mouth shut.A heartbeat later, the sliding door glides open and she stands in the doorway but does not enter. Her eyes are pitch black, as she hisses a snarl and bares her teeth putting her long pointy fangs on full display.I gasp, moving to the far corner of the cabin as she suddenly looks like she's been possessed."Calm down, Nova," Zion says in a soothing tone but widens his stance."You dare hurt my intended?" She hisses."Believe me when I say that he asked for it." He replies with a sigh.I shake my head.Wrong answer!!When it comes to females, it seems kindreds are roughly as dense as human men are.Her mouth opens with a high-pitched battle cry, "You will pay!
ZIONs POV...Upon opening my eyes, my pulse skips and my breath catches as the darkness I was lost in swiftly dissipates and Miyas' gorgeous face fills me with a profound sense of serenity along with the gentle caressing of her hands upon my face."Bonetta," [Fated one.] I whisper with a trapped sigh.While the last ounce of rage that still clings to me like filth begins to subside, the atmosphere in the cabin becomes decreasingly hostile. Things quickly took a left turn the moment Nova entered the cabin, but that was to be expected, it is the Kindred way.It is who we are as warriors.We are feral beasts beneath our thick flesh, possessive, animalistic and driven to rule.It is why we are the most feared species in the galaxy.A female Kindred will go to considerable measures to protect the honour of her male Kindred when he has been challenged. Similarly to how a male will give his life to protect his female. The sole disadvantage o