Raised on a primitive world, Jasek spends his days hunting at the side of his best friend, Tarran. When a hunting trip becomes deadly, Jasek’s world is flipped upside down. He learns he is one of three hidden Alaxian princes, and he’s whisked away to Planet Tyri to meet his Imperial parents.
Jasek doesn’t want to go, but it’s the only way to save Tarran’s life. He agrees to come and face the beings who bore him, if only to tell them to leave him alone. Jasek plans to return to Amaroon as soon as he can, with Tarran in tow.
When he learns Tarran is his mate, another curve comes his way. Jasek is a strong hunter and warrior, and he will surrender to no male. His sentinel will have a fight coming, one Jasek plans to win.
And celebrate with Tarran on his knees.
“Protect me! Ha! More often than not, I protected you. Technology has made males soft on these other worlds. These gsing-tsa claim to be warriors, yet do not have the strength and power to be such. I am stronger than them, than you. I didn’t need them, or you, to protect me.”
Tarran painfully adjusted himself on the bed, his body sore. “As I recall, you needed my protection from the balesk. That’s why I’m sitting in this bed.”
“Another choice I did not ask you to make.” Jasek snarled. “I could’ve handled myself. I was prepared.”
“No. No, you weren’t. You would’ve had a tusk through your chest… and I couldn’t lose you.”
Tarran’s gaze met with Jasek’s and heat flooded his body. Even though he was stiff and sore, he was more than ready to claim that which was his. Curbing his lusts, he inhaled deeply and blew the air out in a painful wheeze. He knew he was in no shape to push his suit. Not without more time to heal.
“Why couldn’t you lose me, Tarran?”
Tarran looked up and saw the male’s eyes darken. He’d waited so long to see desire cross Jasek’s face, and here he was, unable to answer it. Weakened by the wound, he could claim nothing.
“I asked a question, Tarran. Why were you so willing to throw yourself in front of me?”
Because I love you. “Because it is my duty.”
“Duty? I think you lie to me again.”
Tarran shook his head. “No more lies.”
“Good,” Jasek said, smiling wickedly. “So what of this matehood they speak of?”
Tarran clenched his jaw, surprised Jasek knew all the truth. He hadn’t been there when someone else had explained their subterfuge. He hadn’t been there, at Jasek’s side, to help him understand why they’d done the things they did.
Now, he knew Jasek would fight their bond. The male was too aggressive, too alpha. Jasek wouldn’t submit.
“You are my mate. We were paired at your birth.”
Jasek chuckled low, his voice deep. “And you are of the warrior caste, so I am expected to bow down to you? You know this won’t happen.”
The prince had practically read his mind. “I am in no mood to fight with you.” Not now, when his body was weak. He’d have to be at the top of his game in order to claim his male.
Jasek leaned down and placed one hand on either side of Tarran’s body and glared into Tarran’s eyes. “There will be no fight. I won’t submit. You will.”
Tarran swallowed thickly, his body thrumming to life. “That’s… that’s not how things are done. Not on this world.”
“I don’t care how things are done here. I was not raised in this world of yours. If we are to be paired, it will be by my rules.”