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answered my question—where are the military guards? One Volusian isn’t doing it for me. What in Balcon’s Balls name happened?”
Wulf grimaced. “It’s on her message. But the short version is two men showed up. Brianna and the Volusian protecting her determined they were imposters.”
Iolyn cursed.
“There has to be a leak at the highest Command levels. The word of Brianna’s existence was either sold or given to one of our enemies as soon as Brianna contacted Alliance Command the first time,” Mel said. “Brianna’s existence was marked as need-to-know.”
“The Prime Elder Council would also have been informed,” Huw added. “All Lost Ones are reported to the Council for verification since the Council keeps the database of the gemate markings.”
Iolyn’s stomach lurched. “So, it could be any of the Prime’s enemies or the rebels.”
“Or someone totally new,” Wulf added.
“Great.” Iolyn grunted. “You mentioned a Volusian protecting her…” He should be protecting her, not some stranger.
“The Volusian,” Wulf said, a wry twist to his mouth, “is V’niko, a former member of the Volusian Special Forces. He’s also Commander A’tem’s cousin. V’niko requested the assignment to protect Brianna and her lab team because she is the reason he has twins with his Terran wife.”
Iolyn let out a breath and muttered, “That’s a bakking relief.”
“Yes.” Wulf gripped his brother’s arm and squeezed. “Now, listen to Brianna’s message.” He hit the Play mode.
“Lia…” Brianna’s voice was low and melodious despite the tension in her voice. The sound shot straight to his heart and then hit his groin—hard.
Iolyn almost moaned out loud as something buried deep inside him surged forward and filled him from head to toe with a life force he could only have felt once before—when he’d marked Brianna as his mate. He massaged his mark as it tingled and itched and…burned.
His brothers chuckled at his gesture and Joen smiled. They must’ve had the same reaction to their mates.
“…the man stalking me, a Dornian by the name of Jotak M’tali, tried to kidnap me after I reported him to the Alliance Military.”
“ Ansu bhau! Ne! Ne! ” Iolyn surged from his seat and stormed around the room.
A cursed Dornian. A nomadic species and weaker cousins to the Antareans and Erians. Thieves. Liars. Con men. Mercenaries. Kidnappers of women.
“A bakking Dornian. How did he get near my mate?” He glared at Wulf.
“He was the Chief of Security for the research laboratory,” Wulf said.
“How in Balcon’s Balls did he get hired by the Alliance?” Iolyn raged.
“That’s being looked into by Admiral Nelson,” Wulf said. “The Alliance Military Police stationed on Oz are tracking him now. M’tali might already be off-planet and heading for his family caravan. Now, sit down, Iolyn.”
Iolyn looked at the video monitor. Wulf had stopped the call playback at the beginning of Iolyn’s loss of control, freezing his precious, fragile Brianna’s image once more. Her eyes pleaded for help.
I’m sorry. So sorry I’m not there.
“She’s safe, brother,” Wulf said. “Your mate has shown herself to be strong and resourceful.”
For now, she’s safe. But for how long?
Mel rose and walked to his side. She took his arm and pulled him back toward his seat next to Wulf. “Trust in Brianna’s intelligence. Listen to the rest of the call. Then we’ll make plans.”
Iolyn allowed himself to be led. Once seated, he placed his fisted hands on the table and took several deep breaths until he no longer saw red and could speak without choking on his fear. “I’m fine, Mel. Thanks.” Maybe if he said it enough, he’d believe it. “Brother, please play the rest of the call.”
Wulf, after exchanging a sharp glance with Huw, un-paused the call. Iolyn almost laughed. His brothers would have him tranquilized if he went ballistic—and he wouldn’t blame them. He wasn’t
Wulf grimaced. “It’s on her message. But the short version is two men showed up. Brianna and the Volusian protecting her determined they were imposters.”
Iolyn cursed.
“There has to be a leak at the highest Command levels. The word of Brianna’s existence was either sold or given to one of our enemies as soon as Brianna contacted Alliance Command the first time,” Mel said. “Brianna’s existence was marked as need-to-know.”
“The Prime Elder Council would also have been informed,” Huw added. “All Lost Ones are reported to the Council for verification since the Council keeps the database of the gemate markings.”
Iolyn’s stomach lurched. “So, it could be any of the Prime’s enemies or the rebels.”
“Or someone totally new,” Wulf added.
“Great.” Iolyn grunted. “You mentioned a Volusian protecting her…” He should be protecting her, not some stranger.
“The Volusian,” Wulf said, a wry twist to his mouth, “is V’niko, a former member of the Volusian Special Forces. He’s also Commander A’tem’s cousin. V’niko requested the assignment to protect Brianna and her lab team because she is the reason he has twins with his Terran wife.”
Iolyn let out a breath and muttered, “That’s a bakking relief.”
“Yes.” Wulf gripped his brother’s arm and squeezed. “Now, listen to Brianna’s message.” He hit the Play mode.
“Lia…” Brianna’s voice was low and melodious despite the tension in her voice. The sound shot straight to his heart and then hit his groin—hard.
Iolyn almost moaned out loud as something buried deep inside him surged forward and filled him from head to toe with a life force he could only have felt once before—when he’d marked Brianna as his mate. He massaged his mark as it tingled and itched and…burned.
His brothers chuckled at his gesture and Joen smiled. They must’ve had the same reaction to their mates.
“…the man stalking me, a Dornian by the name of Jotak M’tali, tried to kidnap me after I reported him to the Alliance Military.”
“ Ansu bhau! Ne! Ne! ” Iolyn surged from his seat and stormed around the room.
A cursed Dornian. A nomadic species and weaker cousins to the Antareans and Erians. Thieves. Liars. Con men. Mercenaries. Kidnappers of women.
“A bakking Dornian. How did he get near my mate?” He glared at Wulf.
“He was the Chief of Security for the research laboratory,” Wulf said.
“How in Balcon’s Balls did he get hired by the Alliance?” Iolyn raged.
“That’s being looked into by Admiral Nelson,” Wulf said. “The Alliance Military Police stationed on Oz are tracking him now. M’tali might already be off-planet and heading for his family caravan. Now, sit down, Iolyn.”
Iolyn looked at the video monitor. Wulf had stopped the call playback at the beginning of Iolyn’s loss of control, freezing his precious, fragile Brianna’s image once more. Her eyes pleaded for help.
I’m sorry. So sorry I’m not there.
“She’s safe, brother,” Wulf said. “Your mate has shown herself to be strong and resourceful.”
For now, she’s safe. But for how long?
Mel rose and walked to his side. She took his arm and pulled him back toward his seat next to Wulf. “Trust in Brianna’s intelligence. Listen to the rest of the call. Then we’ll make plans.”
Iolyn allowed himself to be led. Once seated, he placed his fisted hands on the table and took several deep breaths until he no longer saw red and could speak without choking on his fear. “I’m fine, Mel. Thanks.” Maybe if he said it enough, he’d believe it. “Brother, please play the rest of the call.”
Wulf, after exchanging a sharp glance with Huw, un-paused the call. Iolyn almost laughed. His brothers would have him tranquilized if he went ballistic—and he wouldn’t blame them. He wasn’t
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