Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
He wanted her, and even if it was the most ludicrous thing to want, to desire, it was undeniable. Tolcan had never wanted a female, not even as a concubine as so many of his kind took. He slept with female Rogues, found pleasure in his own kind, but for some reason he was hard, aroused for this human, and she did nothing but stare at him with fear and innocence.
Stellan moved toward her after the human male that had been trying to pull her in the opposite direction dropped to the floor. She looked so frightened, backing into the corner, and when Stellan was close enough she kicked out, landing a blow between Stellan’s legs. Tolcan was surprised at the feistiness in her, but he was more shocked at the fact that he was just standing here, looking at her, wanting her.
Tolcan came closer, and her eyes widened as she took in his size.
“Stay back,” she spoke in her native language. All Rogues knew the humans’ language, but he doubted she’d been versed in his. Tolcan didn’t respond, but before he could stop it Stellan shot her with the tranq gun. She gasped before instantly passing out.
Fuck, he thought, not about to voice that to Stellan. Showing any emotion for a species his kind deemed lesser would make Tolcan seem like a traitor, a sympathizer. There had been a few in the last thirty years that thought the humans and Rogues could live beside each other. Those had been deemed betrayers of their people, and sent off to the cells beneath the Royals’ homes to live out the rest of their days. And for a Rogue that was a long fucking time since their lifespan was double that of a human.
“She’s one that has a lot of spirit,” Stellan said and bent down to touch the female. “She’ll make a good breeder, produce good warriors.”
“I’ll take her,” Tolcan said. He picked her up before Stellan could touch her, and knew that something with him was very wrong. He shouldn’t have wanted her for anything more than to hand her over to the Royal Guard, but for some reason this thing had awakened in him, demanding he at least entertain this emotion.
Stellan looked at him curiously as he held the female.
“Call the others to come down and gather the humans. By now the three Enforcers at top should have neutralized the escaped humans,” said Tolcan.
Stellan nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said, but still looked at him curiously.
“Do it now,” Tolcan ordered deeper, with more command.
Stellan entered the instructions into his wrist activator, signaling for backup to come into the caves. Tolcan looked at the female, took in her delicate features, and the fact that she was interesting to him, piqued his desire, like no other female, human nor Rogue, ever had.
He’d learned throughout his existence that when he felt something so deep, so powerful it confused him, made him question the very core of who and what he was, he didn’t ignore it. The problem was did he really want her as a concubine? The alternative to turning his back on this curious little human was handing her over to the Royal Guard to be used as a breeder. For some reason that very idea, the very image of his kind rutting between her thighs, filling her with Rogue seed, infuriated him. He was insane, or maybe defective, because these were dangerous thoughts.
Taking a human as a concubine wasn’t unusual, but having one as a mate, an equal, was a forbidden, deviant act. Humans were seen as laborers, breeding stock, or as sex slaves only, and having one as a mate meant he’d be deemed as some kind of pervert, possibly even lose his status as head Enforcer, and all because he had this fascination with a female.
No, he’d not jump to an emotional decision. This could simply be because she was an anomaly, a human that had interested him for the first time, and because of that he was even entertaining these desires.
“Let’s go,” he said, putting those thoughts out of his head. She wasn’t going to be his, wasn’t going to be more than a breeder for his kind. That was the end of it, and thinking any more on it meant he’d have to give up everything. He couldn’t do that, not for a female, or a human especially.
3
Before Greta was even awake everything came rushing back. It was like a dream, one going in reverse, faster rather than slower. She remembered the man who had shot her, the Rogue male that came after her as if she were nothing more than the dirt on his boot. But then there had been another Rogue male behind him, watching her, appraising her almost.
He was huge, as were all of the Rogues, and the black bands tattooed on his arms from wrist to shoulder told her he was an Enforcer. She’d learned enough about the hostile, violent species to know they had classes, the same as humans used to have. Those bands represented his rank, and because they covered his arms she knew he was at the top.