WARNING. EXPLICIT CONTENT. This novel is written in UK English.
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This is one woman's struggle to move past an abusive past and a dominant Cyborg male's need, to contain his natural instincts to allow her the time she needs, in the hope of a future.
Blaz looked at the female chained to the Bridge console. He clenched his fists, controlling his body not to lash out and kill the man they held. He was unable to take his eyes off her. Even in her dirty, ragged clothing and having been physically abused, she called to him. He held back the raw need to roar his vengeance, his sense of protection over ridding his need to kill. The female was scared. He held back his emotions. She'd been beaten, starved and worse. He gritted his teeth. He would kill them slowly. Hear their cries for forgiveness for days.... weeks .... every pain she endured he would pound on them ten fold.
The men on this ship had used her, tormented her and yet, her first thought after finding the strength to kill the so called pirate ‘Captain’ of this ship? Find her men. His female had honour. His female? ......
Blaz didn't understand the meaning of that. It held no logic. He had no right to call a female his. His life was duty, the Empire. Females were to be cherished, protected.
Did he have the right to offer that? Instinctively his processors told him, no. His body, had other ideas. He felt shame as his body flared gazing at the female, he knew two things at that moment. She was not ready for a male like him and might never be and …. he was her mate.
She would never look on him with affection. Never call to him. Never ask him to protect and love her. She had been lost to him before he'd even set eyes on her. His chest clenched. A female needed a worth male, needed being cared for. His anger flared along with his body. This one was never going to want him for anything ....
Kate shook as the chains came off her wrists and the collar from around her neck. Rubbing the soreness from her wrists she realised she was nearly naked and still surrounded by men. Only these were Cyborgs. The most feared men in the Universe.
Known for their ability to kill, to conquer, to dominate and decimate. She tried not to shudder.
She'd once been a strong independent woman. Rising to own and Captain her own ship. She'd taken such pride in it's beauty once, now it was her prison.
Her life had never been easy. Thrown out young by an alcoholic father, her mother long gone, she'd done what she needed to do to get by. Going bigger and better. Moving in the right circles. Paying her dues, until she was in a position to buy her own ship. Then she'd gambled and won the Scorpan. She loved that ship but everything came at a price...... You just had to be willing to pay it.
Well she'd paid that fucker back in kind and killed him only to find herself with another group of men. She was an idiot. She’d held on to her sanity long enough to ask to leave the ship, she needed to get off, couldn't stand being here a moment longer. They’d promised to protect her Kate knew that would come at a cost.
She'd had a life of paying.
Kate shook, a blanket appeared before her. She wanted to take it, cover herself from their eyes but knew from experience, there would be a price for that kindness.
“What’s it going to cost me.” She asked. Surprised her voice sounded so clear. She didn’t look up. Didn’t need to see her next abuser and yet she felt no malice and she no longer feared.
There was silence and for a moment, she wondered if he’d heard her. She really didn’t have the energy to care.
Cyborgs had very very good hearing, Kate reasoned. He couldn’t have missed the comment.
And when he did speak ……. she’d wished he had.
“Nothing. Your mine.”