Maxus, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, 24 hours later…
Maxus, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, 24 hours later…One minute I was writhing on the floor trying not to reach for the transport beacon, fighting Nexus Six for control of my beast. Every thought and particle of will in my body had been focused on resisting his order to betray my mate. The next, a sharp pain spiked in my thigh. Warmth spread through me. Heat. Time seemed to slow down. The other warlords became fuzzy outlines.
They had attacked. Restrained me.
My beast had lost control, gone berserk. Convinced the other warlords were trying to kill me. I’d fought with every ounce of strength I possessed. Bones had cracked, the pain nothing compared to the agony of what felt like acid pouring into my skull from my integ
