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His lips met mine. His arms wrapped around my body. I melted. This was Zarren. My mate. He was supposed to be mine. I was supposed to be happy.

A bellow of rage crashed through my sensual haze. Zarren was yanked from my arms, his body thrown down the corridor by an enraged Prillon warrior.

Oberon.

“You fucking bastard. Don’t fucking touch her.”

Zarren rose from where he’d skidded into the hard metal wall. “She is my mate, Arcas.”

A crowd gathered, every damn person on the ship appeared to be shoving closer to watch my life disintegrate before my very eyes.

“My collar is around her neck, Helion. She rejected your match. You hurt her. You lost her. She’s mine. There’s not one fucking thing you can do about it.”

Zarren’s eyes changed, became dark. Cold.

Deadly.

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Oberon

He kissed her.

She kissed him back.

Fuck.

I stared into the eyes of a Prillon warrior who would fight to the death for the one and only thing that mattered to him, his mate.

Helion had to be looking into a fucking mirror because I felt the exact same way. Willow was mine. He had his chance with her. He fucked it up.

She was in my bed last night. In my arms. My cock brought her pleasure. My seed filled her pussy, marked her with my scent. My collar was around her neck—an Arcas family collar. She was under my protection, by law and by my choice.

“Go back to your ship, Helion. Leave her alone. Don’t make me kill you.”

“Go ahead. Try.”

“Stop it! Both of you! This is stupid!” Willow’s cries fell on deaf ears, mine and Helion’s. There was no stopping this. A mate was sacred. Untouchable.

He’d fucking touched her.

I launched a series of punches, head, throat, body. I hit hard and fast.

He blocked every move and countered.

We broke apart, circling, both bleeding.

He wasn’t bleeding enough.

“Stop!”

Helion charged this time, his kick knocked my feet out from under me, but I managed to pull him down with me.

“Shit. Get me out of here. I can’t watch this.”

I heard her, noted that Rukzi escorted her from the room.

Good. He was worthy. He could protect my mate while I finished killing this fucking bastard.