Kindreds are mostly known to be ruthless, possessive and brutal in the galaxy. They are creatures of the universe, the heavens and the most underrated species known to exist. Driven by instinct and the need to mate. ----- ZIONs POV... The moon was bright and the stars were shining. I know tonight's the night I'm going to find her. I stop running through the woods on the outskirts of planet Earth's city. Thrusting my chin forward, I close my eyes and slowly inhale through my nose. Her scent is strong which means I am close, closer than I was last night before my brother tracked me down. As I rest against the old tree, I offer my silent prayer of appreciation to the moon goddess and her stars that grace the dark blanket of a sky. A thunderous growl of another Kindred warrior echoes through the trees, followed by another. Only this time it sounds closer than the last which means Jaja is eating up the distance between us like a wildfire losin

ZION's POV...Mine. Bonetta, Bonetta, Bonetta!!!! [Fated one.]That's all that chants in my head the longer I stare at her and when her honey brown eyes collide with my gaze, I feel like the air has been knocked out of me. She is beautiful.So fucking gorgeous my fangs hurt as they want nothing more than to sink into the delicate skin on her neck. 'Mate....' My inner warrior roars. So pure, so beautiful and she is ours for the taking...My twin hearts thump in my chest. 'Bind her to us, bathe her in our scent so every warrior on our ship will know who she belongs to.' The veins on my temples throb as I try to control my thoughts and gather my composure. The more I stare at my tiny human mate, the desire to fall to my knees and serve her grows intense. But I am a king.I can not allow my warriors to witness the overwhelming weakness she bestows upon me.I reach out

ZION's POV... I press my lips together, narrowing my eyes as I let out an exasperated sigh and patiently await my brother's response.  He tilts his head to peer up at me with his brows furrowing. "I will see myself to the Grand Arena when we return home." He says through gritted teeth and strokes the back of his nape.  "What?" My mate cries out in disbelief, thrashing against the bed. "Then no, I do not forgive you and you can shove your apology up your arse!" She sneers with her brows raising and marring fine lines into her flawless complexion.  I lurch forward, pinning her down on the bed, she freezes beneath my touch with my face a whisper away from hers. "My brother has chosen death over helping you flee this ship. I think it is you, who should ask for forgiveness from him and tell him you accept his apology." I grumble as I tower over her. She licks her deep red plumpy lips and I groan, desperately wanting those lips wrappe

ZION's POV......As I exit my cabin leaving my feisty little human behind, I have to fight the beast within me for control. The desire to mark her and bind her to me is almost blinding, body crippling and it doesn't help that I can smell her scent everywhere I go.Honey has never seemed so appetising until now. Until SHE came along and gave me blue balls. And because she does not bear my mark, the spacecraft can be a dangerous place for her to wander through the corridors alone. A lot of my warriors are unmated and the moment they smell an unscented female, the haze takes over them.Drawing out their rage. Shaking off my concern knowing that my female is safe with Nova, I walk into the eatery hall, looking for Sylvan who is going to be my brother-in-mate in a few moon cycles. He also happens to be my best friend who is a beast kindred, the type of Kindred you want on your side when you

ZION's POV...A feral roar departs from my lips when she tears open my shirt, sending the buttons to soar across the cabin floor. My body burns with an undilated passion for this female and in the past, it would have scared me senseless. But when she looks at me like she wants to devour me for her main meal, it only adds fuel to the fire that sears into my flesh."You smell so good," She pants against my lips. "It's driving me crazy.." She sighs as I insert my tongue into her mouth to taste her, and my Gods, she tastes far sweeter than I had ever imagined. Her hands move across my chest that is scared from old wounds I wear with pride when we fought against the scourge.Scars I refuse to heal in honour of my fallen warriors we lost in multiple battles fifty earla years ago. Winning the war didn't taste as victorious as we had all hoped it would.It also doesn't help, that the oracles still believe to this day that the war between us has not e