Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
NIKKOV
With my sholani’s taste and scent still clinging to me, I leave the warehouse, confused about her words and what I should do next. She speaks of lust and love, concepts that are not unknown to zyanthans but ones that are… irrelevant.
My mating cock rose for her, though she did not see. I only had the pleasure, the honor of tasting her, not of showing her we are fated for one another. When my mission here ends, I’m to leave Earth, and she’s made it clear she will not leave her world. I fear I understand why.
Yesterday, Warrior Zirkov’s team in Los Angeles intercepted a message about the batch of blasters I’m tracking. The person in charge is female.
I cannot ignore what my mind plays over and over again.
As the male who attacked my sholani turned, I glimpsed what appeared to be a blaster part in her hand.
A charge conduit. As much as I want to dismiss what I saw, I cannot.
My sholani may be part of the Brotherhood, an organization in league with the Coalition, the group of individuals who not only attacked and controlled Earth for many years, but nearly destroyed Zyan.
If she is part of the Brotherhood… My skin grows cold and my horns twist so tight I’m sure they’ll never straighten.
How can I save her? She’s as driven and dedicated to her work as every other member of the Brotherhood I’ve ever met. More, even.
None of this makes sense. She scorned me for damaging the toys. Her lovely smile only appeared when I had fixed them. From everything I’ve seen of her, she cares for the younglings here. This charity project means a lot to her.
Because it’s how she’s distributing the blasters, I realize.
My horns twist impossibly tight. Kissing me, letting me touch her… She’s been handling me from the start, using sex to distract and keep me from discovering her involvement.
I mean nothing to her.
My sholani, the female the gods fated for me, will never want me. She will never trust or think like me.
I’ve already lost her to the Brotherhood.