Breanna. I had to get to her.
I cut his men down in seconds, slicing their torsos in half. The fourth guard’s body had not even fallen when I stabbed Drakdak through the heart with one blade and removed his head from his neck with the other.
No sense of satisfaction filled me. No victory. No sense of justice. No relief that the male who’d made the last eight years of my life a living nightmare was gone. Dead. His influence gone from the universe. He was nothing to me. Less than nothing.
Only Breanna mattered. My mate.
I yanked the blade free of Drakdak’s chest and raced in the direction Slomak had taken my female.
The corridor leading out of the Sim Arena was empty.
She was gone, her scent disappearing about halfway down the exit corridor. He hadn’t taken her outside. He’d transported her directly from this location to gods only knew where.
I dropped to my knees and fought the wrath drowning me, the uncontrollable fiend raging within to find her. To kill anything that moved.
I didn’t need to be an animal right now. I needed to be a male who operated on logic, not instinct. I needed tothinkto find my mate, not succumb to the killing frenzy that consumed every cell, every broken part of me. Only my mate could make me whole again. Without her, I was lost. I couldn’t see. Couldn’t hear. My vision went black with fury. Vengeance.
I threw my head back and roared, dared any living thing to challenge me. I would kill them all. Everyone on this moon. Every male who’d failed to protect her. Every fucking member of every Legion. All of them.
“Mikos!” Astra’s voice cut through the darkness like a blade through flesh. “Gods be damned, Mikos. Snap out of it! This isn’t helping Breanna. Your mate.”
Breanna. Where was Breanna? I could smell her. Feel her touch. Hear her moans of pleasure. “Mate.”
“Mikos, listen to me. If you want to save her, you have to stop this. Calm down. I sent Barek and Ruk to find their ship. Sebastion is with them. But Slomak didn’t take her there. Do you hear me? Sebastion said you implanted a tracker in herbody. What frequency did you use? If we hurry, we can get her back before Slomak hurts her. Listen. To. Me.”
A tracker?
Yes. I’d attached it to the backside of her rib when she was in the ReGen pod. The frequency was programmed into my NPU. Only mine.
“Yes.” I blinked slowly and took a deep breath.
Astra moved close enough that I could see her feet without lifting my head. Too close to a distraught male. If Barek were here, he would scold her for being so careless. “Barek?”
“Get up, old friend. I sent Barek to track down Slomak’s ship. We knew he was here. We knew he had Breanna. He’s had her since last night.”
“What?!” The black rage encroached on the edges of my vision, threatened to pull me back under. Slomak had her all night? What had he done to her? If he hurt her, I would…
“Get off your knees, Mikos. Control yourself. We can track her. Barek found his ship. We need you to activate the tracking beacon so we can hunt down and kill that fucker. We are all with you. Do you hear me?” Astra knelt down and lifted her hand to cup my cheek. The contact grounded me, interrupted the cyclone of fury spinning inside my head. “We are your family, Mikos. Let us help you.”
I’d been alone for eight years, on the run, surviving on my own. I’d forgotten what this felt like. Family. Brotherhood.
I lifted my head and looked around, took stock of the males surrounding me. Every single Forsian in Astra legion, except Barek, stood at my back, ready to take on Slomak Trach and the Silver Scions for me. For my mate. Ready to start a war.
“She’s my mate.”
“We all know, my friend. She’s yours, which means she’s ours.” Astra removed her hand and stood. I rose to stand next to her, my body shaking in the aftermath of losing control.
“Thank you.”
She snorted as if I’d insulted her. “We finished off the Scions in the arena. I kicked Drakdak’s head into Siren’s section. They’re playing catch with it. Slomak took your mate. Activate her tracker so we can go kill that sadistic fucker and end his family line.” She looked at each Forsian in the corridor in turn, held each gaze to make sure they were all listening. “No Trach survives this day. The Trach Empire ends here. Do I make myself clear?”
I cleared my throat, unsure of what Astra might do with the information I was about to give her. “There are rumors, Astra, of another. Drakdak had a son.” Based on everything I’d learned about the young male, he was quickly earning a reputation for being every bit as vile and sadistic as his father.
“Oh, I know.” Her blue eyes glittered with hatred. “Where do you think Shade ran off to so quickly?”
What?
She actually grinned at the shock I was sure covered my face. “Drakdak’s son is celebrating his twenty-third birthing day at his father’s favorite canteen on Occeron. He won’t survive to celebrate his twenty-fourth.”
