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Erik, Planet Viken, Viken United Compound, Transport Center
Nerves made my heart beat faster than I wished as I watched my two brothers-in-arms. Gunnar, with his black hair and blacker heart, stood silent and still as a statue as we waited for our mate to arrive via transport. He’d vowed not to love her, but Rolf and I didn’t need him to do so.
“How long must we wait?” Gunnar turned on the Viken warrior behind the transport station, every line in his body screaming of his irritation.
“For someone not interested in a mate, you’re f*****g impatient,” I countered. While the other two stood near the transport area, I leaned against the wall.
Gunnar regarded me over his shoulder with a look that screamed f**k you.
“Not long, sir,” the attendant said. “The transport signal is strong. You
