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Lhor gave Ghan an amused smile before also approaching my bed. Like his Gem, he gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you for saving our daughter. Zhara waited her whole life for you,” he said in a friendly voice. “Don’t let those two bully you. Whenever they act up, bully them right back. Anyway, Amalia will skin them alive for it.”

Khel and Ghan huffed, while Zhara and I snorted.

“Rest well. You will need it,” Ghan said before all three males turned to leave.

“Wait!” I called out. “Who did this? And why?”

A troubled expression flitted over the General’s face. “We’re working on it. Get better fast. Anyway, disciplinary measures await you.”

I groaned inwardly while my mate caressed my hair in a sympathetic fashion as the three males exited my room.

Chapter 11

Gavin

The next day, I received my discharge from the hospital. Considering the poor state I remained in, I wouldn’t be resuming my training for at least another week. Then again, my suspension wouldn’t allow me back to the barracks with the others.

When two sharp knocks resonated on the door, I bid the visitor come in. To my surprise, instead of military police coming to escort me to the brig or whatever other detention facility I would serve my suspension in, Zhara walked in.

Ancestors, she was breathtaking! Once again, she let her ankle-length hair cascade freely down her back. My fingers itched to bury themselves in the silky strands. As was common with Veredians, my mate wore a colorful, formfitting, sleeveless short dress. Despite stopping mid-thigh, they still had a small slit on each side that further exposed the beautiful spots adorning the side of her legs, arms, and neck. The neckline hung low enough to give just a hint of the round curves of her breasts, but high enough to be deemed demure.

Even though it was normal for me to be physically attracted to my woman, the naughty thoughts fleeting through my mind and the fire lighting in the pit of my stomach shamed me. I didn’t want her to think I was solely after one thing.

She strutted gracefully towards me, her hips swaying in an almost hypnotic fashion. It dawned on me that she was deliberately taunting me. That did not help the improper desires rearing their heads.

“Your personal chauffeur is here,” she said in a purring voice before wrapping her arms around my neck.

I closed my arms around her waist with a very pleased smile, repressing a moan at the wondrous feeling of her body against mine.

“Wow! Had I known sooner that getting myself suspended would have earned me such a blessing, I would have gotten in trouble much sooner,” I grumbled with false dismay, making her chuckle.

She lifted her face towards mine, and I leaned forward to capture her lips. Blood instantly rushed to my groin, and my arms tightened around her. My mate melted against me, and to my utter shock, the discreet scent of her blossoming arousal tickled my nose. An inferno immediately ignited inside me, making me dizzy.

I broke the kiss and invoked all my willpower to keep control of my emotions. Beyond the fact that this was neither the time nor place to get frisky with my soulmate, in my current condition, I would make a pathetic spectacle of myself. Despite improvement thanks to the additional healing over the past 24 hours, any strenuous activity still had me wheezing and coughing. I would be damned before I would allow my mate to find my performance lacking our first time together.

“Come, let’s get you out of here,” she said softly, her eyes still locked on my lips.

Fuck me! Her obvious desire to kiss me again was messing with my head. Even with my body burnt and rather scrawny from muscle and fat loss, this insanely gorgeous female genuinely wanted me. To think I had spent the past sixteen years fearing she would be disappointed by my appearance.

“Lead the way, my love,” I said.

Zhara smiled, grabbed my hand, and walked out of the room.

On our way out, I thanked the medical staff we met. It still boggled my mind how insanely beautiful the Veredians were, both males and females. My fellow Braxians would be going bonkers to be surrounded by such perfection.

We hopped into her personal shuttle, and I bit the inside of my cheek not to smile when she glanced at me in both a wary and assessing fashion. I instantly guessed she wondered if I was going to throw a fit about having a female chauffeur me around. Xelixians and Braxians still had very strong patriarchal leanings. But I was raised with far more liberal values, especially growing up on the top pleasure barge in all the known galaxy.

“So do I get to enjoy a bit of sightseeing before your father tosses me into the brig?” I asked teasingly.

She snorted before nodding.

“Yessss,” she replied enthusiastically.

I scrunched my face.

“Yes to which part? Sightseeing or getting locked up in the brig?”