MIYAs POV...
I swallow the fear that coaxes the back of my throat and I tug on my arm with my eyes trained on the possessive Kindred who refuses to let me go. Gulping on the air that tastes hellish bitter, I peer down at his hand and the heat of his fingers sear into my flesh along with the intensity of his glare.
"Let me go!" I cry out, pleading while I continue to struggle in his grasp that restrains me.
He snorts, "No." Replying with one word.
But it's a word that holds so many brutal possibilities and none of them sounds reassuring in my head. I look around the eatery hall, my gaze finds Nova as she continues to stand in the queue.
"Nova!" I scream with a tremble in my voice.
As she whips around to face me, I breathe a sigh of relief. All it takes is for her to notice another Kindred touching me and instantly, she loses her cool, charming and graceful demeanour.
She opens her mouth, emitting a battle cry as she rushes
ZIONs POV...My world has gone opaque.Darker than my soul that struggles to see the luminous white light it is promised to. Something tugs at me, pleading with me to rise to the top, to awaken and...I groan, peeling a single eyelid open, rolling over to my side, I peel the other eyelid open. My head is pounding and my body feels like it's been hit by a freight vessel. Inhaling through my nostrils, I choke on the air that is still thick and contaminated from the gas.The gas!!My Gods,Everything comes rushing back to me.Kylo.Me executing him with Sylvans' sword.Miya.The scourage.Miya and the scourage!!!The problem with darkness is it can be limitless.Infinite.Boundless.It is neither quick nor slow, your friend or foe and it can be filled with thoughts.Dark intrusive thoughts.Until it just...Isn't anymore and you are broug
MIYAs POV... The annoying sound of someone banging metal poles together rouses me from my gas-induced slumber. The surface beneath me is cold, hard and rough. The air smells foul, like, rotting flesh and instantly the brutal flashbacks of burnt, decomposing bodies left out in the open on the streets of Earth come back to me like a bad hangover on a Monday morning. "Wake up, pretty little thing." An unfamiliar voice sings with amusement. I peel my eyes open, one at a time as I use both my hands to push myself up into a semi-upright position, twisting my torso, I look back at my captive. When our gazes meet and the corners of his mouth turn up into a wicked smile, I crawl to the far end of the room. My terror induced breathing matches the erratic pounding of my heart. This... THING, before me, is... Ugly. Freakish looking. Fucking hideous with a capital 'H'. The alien fucker is built like a Kindred
ZIONs POV...I glance at my brother's Beard and Tyber, whose faces occupy the entire screen on the wall I am standing in front of. Beards' eyes narrow as he folds his huge arms across his chest, desperately trying to intimidate me.As Tyber scans his surroundings, he makes a conscious effort to avoid establishing direct eye contact with me, fearing that I may be able to see what is hidden behind his crystal blue eyes.Beard is the oldest of the five of us, followed by myself, Jaja, Tyber, and Nova.He should be where I am.He should be warming the throne.Not me.I never wanted it.I still don't.The responsibility, commitment and dedication have never been a friend of mine. Yet here I stand, still keeping the throne warm and fighting for our people.Unfortunately, Beard forfeited that privilege and his honour many earla years ago when he battled another warrior Kindred in the grand arena to the death. In wh
MIYAs POV... I open my mouth, releasing a mute scream that is filled with terror. Anguish. Torment. And suffering. My eyes have rolled into the back of my head, there is a deafening ringing sound in my ears that drowns out my surroundings and it feels like my brain is being sucked out of my skull by a force greater than gravity. This is way worse than a splitting headache from drinking too much homebrew made out of stale gasoline that can be purchased on the black market on Earth. I'm surrounded by darkness. Fear grips my heart. Is this what it feels like to have your soul forcefully expelled from your body right before you die? NO! I refuse to die. I refuse to let this monster, demon or whatever the fuck it is, end my life. Shit, I'm still in my prime and still a virgin! Agony continues to engulf me, trapping me as it recklessly paralyzes me. "Stop, please
ZIONs POV... As I walk up the stairs of the eagle shuttle, I can hear Jaja and his new female companion arguing. I vividly see something flying in my direction through the air. I just manage to lean to the side, dodging the object and I twist my body watching as it lands on the ground. A miniature shoe? "You performed surgery on me?!" "No, I made a small incision so I could plant the translation device behind your ear so you can communicate with us," Jaja mutters, trying to step around the female that has him by his balls. Theoretically speaking... "Permission wasn't granted." "I didn't require it." "Yes, you did." She huffs out. Silence... "Look buddy, I don't give a fuck who I need to go through to see Miya. Not you or any other Kindred will keep me away from her!" I step onto the platform, leaning against the access threshold as I fold my arms across m
MIYAs POV...Pleasure rides my body as wave after wave of ecstasy crash into me. Nibbling on my lower lip, I squeeze my eyes shut and run my hands up my physique, stopping at my heavy breasts. I pinch my erect nipples as sweat glistens off my feverish skin and I dig my heels into the mattress, arching my back off the bed."Zion.." I pant hoarsely.Running one hand down my torso over the dips and curves of my abdomen. I comb my fingers through his thick hair, moaning, sighing and whimpering as his velvet-like tongue licks, sucks and nibbles at the folds of my sex. "Please, don't stop..." I moan, squeezing my nipple harder. "So good..."I spread my legs wider, losing myself in the abyss of rapture giving him more access to feast upon me like a starved man devouring his last meal.Grinding my sex against his torturous lips, a violent growl vibrates against my clit as it exits his lips. A delicious pressure begins to form in the pit
ZIONs POV... One Day Later... As I stand in the middle of the flight deck going over the co-ordinates of where the Scourages ship was last seen docking, I swear I can hear Miya's voice in my head. My mate is screaming. She sobs with terror. Wails with torment. Fuck... I need it to stop. It won't stop! It's crippling, almost paralyzing to listen to as it takes over my senses and overrides my entire body. Agony, despair, and misery sweep over me. I fall to my knees, my left knee hits the hard surface first, then my right as I cover my ears with my hands. Leaning forward, my forehead rests upon the cold surface and just when I believe I can't take it any longer... An overwhelming scent of terror, confusion and shock slams into my large body like the rough waves of our rivers crashing into dunes. "Zion!" Sylvans' voice booms across the deck matching the s
MIYAs POV...I squeeze my eyes shut, refusing to open them on demand while I try to concentrate on my breathing.On the rhythm my heart is generating through a sea of emotions that have me wondering, what the fuck I did in my past life, to end up here."Open your eyes and look at me, little one." Maddox chimes with amusement.I shake my head, "No, you're not him." The sound of my restraints clanking as metal strikes metal surges through the ship.My body shudders with fear.Sweat beads my skin."Who?" He sneers, "I'm not who?""Zion," I breathe out in a whispering tone. "The face you don doesn't belong to you," The words leave my mouth bitterly."No matter what face I parade around in, little one. It will never truly belong to me." He hisses. "A shapeshifter bears no true face of his own. We wear what we like to our advantage."I snort, "So, you're a thief?" I titter. "You will have to pluc