Chapter 6

###SHE REJECTED ME###

ZION's POV......

As I exit my cabin leaving my feisty little human behind, I have to fight the beast within me for control.

The desire to mark her and bind her to me is almost blinding, body crippling and it doesn't help that I can smell her scent everywhere I go.

Honey has never seemed so appetising until now.

Until SHE came along and gave me blue balls.

And because she does not bear my mark, the spacecraft can be a dangerous place for her to wander through the corridors alone.

A lot of my warriors are unmated and the moment they smell an unscented female, the haze takes over them.

Drawing out their rage.

Shaking off my concern knowing that my female is safe with Nova, I walk into the eatery hall, looking for Sylvan who is going to be my brother-in-mate in a few moon cycles.

He also happens to be my best friend who is a beast kindred, the type of Kindred you want on your side when you are at war.

When the rage takes over, consuming him. His eyes turn as dark as the midnight heavens and it is only Nova who can bring him back to us without any blood being shed.

I look to my right and I see Sylvan sitting at a table with human females encircling him. He has them in fits of laughter as the table across from him is filled with single Kindred men looking for a mate. I can smell and feel the resentment, the jealousy exuding off them.

If I don't put a stop to this little charade, this hall will turn into a fighting arena against my approval.

Against any Kindreds blessing.

I shake my head, striding towards the table when I hear Nova's voice in my head.

"Brother, your human desires your presence." She sings with amusement.

One corner of my mouth twitches upwards. I didn't think my human mate would summons me so quickly.

"I will be there shortly." I lie.

I have no intention to run back to the cabin, even though my inner beast prevails me to. The sweet aroma of her malicious attitude has never tasted so sweet and if she refuses to let me touch her, I will feed off her temper instead.

I reach the table, slamming both hands down on top of it as I tower over Sylvan.

"Brother of my mate." I can sense the sarcasm dripping from his words as a smirk curves upwards on his annoying face, putting his teeth on full display.

His little entourage of women "Ohhh'd and Agggh'd" as they giggle amongst themselves.

"Leave!" I bellow and within seconds the chairs are empty, a few of them toppled over, but empty.

Sylvan drops his spoon and gives me a pointed look. "You are no fun!" He growls with irritation.

"You are lucky it is me that is standing before you, not Jaja," I grumble, getting tired of his flirtatious ways because Nova refuses to show him any affection.

Sylvan snorts, "Jaja?" He says in an amusing tone. "A tracker Kindred is no threat to a beast Kindred." He asserts with pride.

"You are right, brother in-mate." I snarl, "How do you think Nova will react to the news of you seeking another potential mate amongst these humans?" I stand upright, folding my arms across my chest knowing full well all-male Kindreds worship the female species but fear the Desire Kindreds most.

He abruptly rises to his feet, his jaw ticks and his blazing eyes turn grey like a cloudy day on earth. His rage begs to take over because I've threatened his coupling with nova and if I may admit this to myself.

I envy Sylvan to no end.

The way he moves during combat is mesmerising. He is fast, calculating and almost invincible. Granted he has been training since he was a youngling and he is still the undefeated champion in all of the Galaxy for twelve earla years straight now.

"Are you threatening me brother of my mate?" He quickly removes his favourite dagger from the inside of his combat boot, slamming it against the table that rattles beneath his weight.

Eight of my warriors slowly start to approach us and I hold two fingers up, with a smirk playing on my face. The advantage of being a healer is that I heal promptly with a lick of my tongue. I'm the kindred you will find huddling in the corner of a room, licking my wounds getting ready for another round while my enemies are on the verge of dying.

If my little timid human wasn't onboard the craft, I'd take him up on his offer and go a few rounds with him then deal with Novas frantic screams and body crippling mind visions that she likes to plant in my head for injuring her mate.

"Calm the fuck down Sylvan," I growl with a hiss. "I'm not threatening you. I know what you're doing and if you poke the bear...." I leave my statement unfinished for him to entertain its ending for his dire sense of humour.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" He asks me as he tucks his dagger back inside of his combat boot. "Shouldn't you be organizing a matrimonial ceremony so you can mate with your female human?" He enquires as he begins to clean the table.

I blow air out of my nose, scratching the back of my head. "She rejected me," I mutter under my breath.

Stopping in his tracks, Sylvan peers up at me with one side of his mouth tugging upwards. "What, did I just hear you right?"

I lean in closer towards him, lowering my voice as I repeat myself. "I said... She rejected me." My eyes scan the room furiously for any indication that any of the other warriors have heard me.

Out of nowhere, the sound of Sylvan's boisterous laughter fills the eatery hall as his seven-foot body shakes with mirth. This mother fucker is openly laughing at the emotional distress I am currently displaying and it's vastly starting to irritate me.

Drawing a tightly clenched fist back, I drive it forward and break his fucking nose as I widen my stance and wait for him to retaliate.

Nova's going to have a fucking field day when she finds out that I broke her intended mate's nose.