Soldier Mine
Author: Amber Kell
Date: 2011-08-20 04:00:00+00:00
Keywords: M M Romance; Science Fiction; Shapeshifters; Paranormal; Romance; Aliens; Fantasy; Military Fiction; Futuristic; Gay
Description: This edition is no longer available. When Kreslan is attacked in the cargo hold he bonds with a shapeshifting beast who turns out to be the reincarnated leader of an entire planet. Will Kreslan be willing to give up an ordinary man to partner with an extraordinary creature who just happens to hold Kres' heart in his possessive claws?
Publisher: Silver Publishing

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright

Note from the Publisher

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

About the Author

Also by Amber Kell

Awards

Soldier Mine

The Thresl Chronicles, Book #1

Amber Kell

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Dedication

A special thanks to my readers who looked at my story idea
and didn't tell me I've completely lost my mind.

They might think it, but they didn't tell me.

Chapter One

"Just who I wanted to see."

Kreslan Piers didn't need to look to know who had sneaked up behind him in the hall. Barley Tankis's voice haunted his dreams. The bastard had made it his mission in life to bother Kres since basic training. Unfortunately, Barley's father was the admiral of the fleet, so complaining about Tankis's behavior never produced any results. Kres had learned that lesson the hard way and had a scar on his arm to show for his efforts.

"Hello, Barley." Kres reluctantly turned to meet his nemesis.

"Hello, faggot," Barley sneered. If his usual expression wasn't so unpleasant, the tall blond could have been considered handsome with his wide shoulders and icy blue eyes. Unfortunately, it didn't take much digging to find the vast ugliness that lay beneath the surface.

"What do you want?" Kres had just gotten off sixteen hours of guard duty because one of his co-workers had come down with a cold. He could barely keep his eyes open. He didn't need to put up with Barley's crap on top of everything else. He wanted a few hours of sleep and then to go to the bar and grab a willing bedmate for a few hours of stress reducing sex. Hell, at this point he was so desperate he was even willing to consider a woman.

"I talked to Sergeant Wallace, and he agreed that you should guard the creatures tonight."

Kres's stomach churned over Barley's smug expression.

Shit. So much for stress reduction.

Even though he knew it was pointless, he offered a token protest. "I can't guard them tonight. I just got off sixteen hours. I'm going to get some food, then go to sleep."

Fuck, he needed sleep.

"So I should go back and tell the sergeant you're ignoring a direct order?" Barley's cold eyes glowed with malice.

Anger pulsed through Kres. He knew he was powerless. "One of these days you're going to get what's coming to you," Kres said.

He had to believe that. It was the only thing that kept him from punching Barley in the face and getting court-martialed.

With a final glare at Barley, Kres turned and headed towards the cargo bay.

"Enjoy your shift." Barley's mocking laughter followed him down the hall.

Kres wished he could get away with punching the bastard again, but the last time he'd ended up in the brig for three days while Barley roamed free. Kres had learned his lesson. He only did things to Barley when he knew he could get away with them.

Sergeant Wallace gave him a cool look when he arrived. "Took you long enough to get here."

"I came as soon as I heard you wanted me on guard duty, Sergeant. I just got off a double shift." Kres didn't bother to hide the annoyance in his voice. His feet hurt, his back ached, and he longed for his hard cot of a bed with a fierce need.

"Then you shouldn't have volunteered for this one," the sergeant barked at him.

"I didn't, Sergeant," Kres said through gritted teeth.

"Are you saying Barley is a liar?"

How he longed to say yes.

"I would never say that, Sergeant. But then, as I didn't volunteer and Barley said you insisted I do this watch, I'll let you make the judgment call."

The older man gave him a long, considering gaze. "I like Admiral Tankis. Too bad his son is a prick. Unfortunately, because you were volunteered, I let my other guard go. I'm going to need you to take this shift, Soldier, and then I'll make sure Barley takes the next three."

The thought of Barley watching animals for one evening much less three drained away most of Kres's anger. "I'll do my duty."

The older man slapped him on the back almost knocking the wind out of him. "I knew I could count on you. You're a good man, Piers."

He didn't think a good man would enjoy the thought of his enemy's punishment, but he wasn't going to argue. "What do I need to do?"

"Keep an eye out that no one bothers the animals. Check on them if they make any noise. There's been word that someone might be after the Thresl before he makes it to Callavar." The sergeant pointed towards the huge cage in the corner.

Kres nodded. "I'll keep a close watch on him."

Thresls were rare shapeshifters, cat hybrids that, once bonded with their owners, could take any form. However, the beasts were picky about who they bonded with and often wouldn't stay with their owner if the Thresl found them unworthy. However, that didn't stop black market thieves from snatching the creatures whenever they could. The rich considered owning a Thresl prestigious and would pay outrageous amounts to have one of their own.

After the sergeant left, Kres walked through the rows of cages, peeking through the grates to observe most of the creatures sleeping. A low growl had him walking towards the Thresl's cage, sweeping his flashlight back and forth to see if there was a reason behind the animal's noises or if restlessness made it pace.

Careful to walk quietly in case an intruder hid in the hold, Kres approached the bank of cages with silent steps, the little sound he made easily covered by the noisy beast.

A quick glance around showed no one immediately near the enormous cage. To be thorough, Kres walked entirely around the container. Unable to resist, he peeked inside. A pair of gold eyes peered back. Kres respectfully kept his distance. He'd heard about these creatures mauling people through the bars. The new crisscross caging supposedly prevented that, but he wasn't taking any chances.

"I don't see anything, pretty kitty," Kres crooned to the animal. As if intrigued by his voice, the large cat moved closer to the latched door. The cat's red and black markings shifted beneath the shadows and limited lighting. The ship kept the lights low in the cargo hold in order to preserve power unless there was active loading or unloading.

The cat gave another growl.

Kres spread his empty hands to show he meant no harm. "I'm not going to mess with you. I've heard how dangerous you are." He stepped back from the cage and looked around. Still he didn't see anything.

The animal made a low purring noise, making Kres curious enough to look inside again.

"You sure are a pretty thing."

"Talking to the animals now, are we?" a mocking voice spoke behind him.

Kres spun around.

Barley and two of his goons smiled at him, but the look in their eyes was anything but friendly.

"What do you want, Barley?" Kres looked back and forth between the three men and knew in his gut this time they meant to do more than a little harassment. He could almost feel the antagonism pouring off Barley.

"You told Sergeant Wallace I volunteered you," Barley accused.

"You did."

"Why can't you just take your punishment like a man?"

"Because you aren't supposed to be fucking punishing anyone. You think you can do anything you like, but you're just an asshole with a father who gets you out of trouble."

It was like an alien had taken over his mouth and made him blurt out things he was definitely going to pay for later. Why couldn't he shut the hell up?

"Grab him."

Barley's goons each took one of Kres's arms and slammed him against the Thresl's cage.

Kres wasn't the type to go down without a fight. Using the goons as leverage, he jumped up and kicked Barley in the face. A satisfying crunch echoed in the hold.

"You bastard. I'm gonna kill you now."

Blood poured down Barley's face as he pulled back his arm. He slammed down his fist intent on doing as much damage as possible, but Kres dodged and Barley's hand hit the metal bars of the cage. Barley screamed with pain as his fingers slammed into the iron bars.

"I said hold him!" Barley shouted.

The goons pinned Kres tighter against the Thresl's cage. He knew this time there was no getting out of it.

Bracing his body to take Barley's punch, Kres was unprepared for the door at his back to swing inward. Two clawed hands slashed out, swiping long bloody trails across both of the men holding Kres. Blood splashed out of their wounds as they howled.

Barley's eyes rolled in panic. With a low animalistic roar, the Thresl picked Kres up and lifted him high off the ground. This was it, his last few seconds of life.

Yet, despite Kres's dire predictions, the huge beast set him gently to one side before he leaped at Barley. With vicious precision, the creature lacerated Barley's face with his claws until he was a mass of blood and bones and his flesh flapped loosely along his jaw.

Kres raced past the screaming men to reach the intercom. Pressing the button, he shouted into the receiver. "Emergency on the cargo deck. Emergency."

A high-pitched yell pierced the air as Barley fell beneath the Thresl's wrath.

"Shit. No. Don't kill him," Kres commanded.

To his surprise the creature froze. Leaning over Barley, he bared his fangs. Long and curved, they were five inches long and dripped saliva.

Barley let out a whimper as his men cowered in the corner as far from the Thresl as they could get. The creature blocked their escape route, and neither of them were in any condition to battle a Thresl.

Before Kres could think of what to do, a squad of soldiers rushed onto the cargo deck. Weapons raised, they surrounded the Thresl.

"Don't shoot him," Kres shouted. "He was protecting me."

Instinct had Kres stepping up to the creature. "Come on. See, I'm not hurt. You stopped the bad men in time."

The loud snarling dimmed to a low growl.

Sergeant Wallace shoved his way through the sea of soldiers.

"What happened here?" he demanded.

"Barley showed up with his friends and decided to beat me up. The Thresl stopped him."

The ship's captain arrived in time to hear the accusation.

"That's a serious charge, lieutenant. Why would Lieutenant Barley want to attack you?" Captain Thomson asked.

"I don't know, probably because that's what he does whenever he thinks he can get away with it."

"Don't listen to him!" Barley screamed. "He sicced that creature on us. I want justice." He clutched at his face with one bloody hand.

"You'll have it," the sergeant promised. Kres's heart sank in his chest. He was finally going to get the prison sentence he always knew Barley wanted to pin on him.

The Thresl moved away from Barley and went to sit beside Kres. The animal sat upright, curling his tail around his body, a low purr vibrating the Thresl's chest.

A group of four men wearing medic uniforms rushed over to the fallen men to spray sealant on the open wounds and bind Barley's face with gauze.

"Take them to the medic ward," the captain ordered. "We'll deal with them later."

As the trio left the area, Sergeant Wallace turned to the captain. "After we had a few thefts last year, I added a new camera system to the cargo hold. We can review the recording here."

Pulling a remote out of his pocket, the sergeant pressed a few buttons. Two wall panels pulled apart revealing a large flat screen monitor.

"Now see here, sergeant. Don't you think this should be shown in a more private location?" the captain protested.

"No. I've looked at Lieutenant Barley's record, and for some reason, all the evidence to whatever he's accused of always mysteriously disappears. I want there to be witnesses."

The monitor turned on, and after the sergeant reversed the digital recording, everyone watched as Barley attacked Kres.

Captain Thomson viewed the entire scene in silence. "After they leave the medic ward, Barley, Stanner, and Philson will be confined to the brig until we reach port."

The Thresl licked his bloody claws.

Captain Thomson started shouting orders. "Everyone clear the area except Sergeant Wallace and Lieutenant Piers."

The captain waited until everyone was gone before turning to Kres. "It seems we have a problem here, Lieutenant Piers."

"I'm so sorry, Captain Thomson," Kres said. "I really don't know why Barley hates me."

Sergeant Wallace laughed. "Probably because you're smarter, better looking, and people like you."

The captain smiled and slapped Sergeant Wallace on the back. "I'm so glad you recorded the incident, Wallace. I've been trying to pin something on that pompous ass since he walked onto my ship. I hate punk kids who ride on their parents' glory."

"So I'm not in trouble?" Kres asked. He couldn't believe he was getting out of this, and Barley was actually getting the punishment he deserved. It was like a living dream.

"There is the problem of the Thresl," Captain Thomson said.

"I didn't let him free, Captain, I promise. His cage just came open."

"I saw," the captain agreed. "But he's still imprinted on you."

Kres stared at the creature in horror. "Imprinted? No. He can't be. He's meant for an ambassador or someone."

This was awful. The million-dollar Thresl imprinted on a lieutenant with little money and no pedigree. "We'll put him back in the cage, and he'll be fine."

He looked down at the cat creature that blinked up at him with gold eyes. "Go back into the cage, Thresl," Kres said, in a soothing tone. "Go on now." He made a shooing motion with his hand. The Thresl rubbed his enormous head against Kres's stomach, a low purr rolling up from his throat.

"Yours," a voice whispered into Kres's head.

"Oh, no, no, no. Not mine."

"Did it talk?" the captain asked curiously. "I'd heard they can sometimes mentally communicate with their bonded humans. They are an interesting breed."

"I can't have a Thresl. I can barely take care of myself."

"We'll have to explain to the ambassador why his present is no longer going to work." The captain gave him a smile. "I'll put that on Barley's shoulders also."

"What do I do with the Thresl?"

"You'll have to be transferred to the Thresl training facility," the captain said. "It's located on the moon of their home planet of Nillre. That's the only place that conducts proper Thresl orientation. Once your training is complete, you can come back to your position as a fighting team or you can join the troops on Nillre. Since we're allies, either military group would take you. Unfortunately, you'll be useless until you've finished imprinting with the beast." The captain gave him a considering look. "Consider yourself lucky. Not very many have the privilege of a Thresl bonding."

Kres realized it didn't matter what he wanted. Now that he'd imprinted with the Thresl, he couldn't abandon the creature that saved his life. "Is there a shuttle I can catch?"

"Yes," Sergeant Wallace said. "I can have one ready for you in an hour if you want to get your stuff together and head for the dock."

Kres didn't have much to pack. As a soldier he only had a rucksack full of clothes and a few personal items.

"Thank you, Sergeant, for all your help." He hoped he was able to convey his gratitude to the man who'd essentially saved him from prison. After saluting both men, he turned to leave.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

The Thresl bounded after him, his huge body as tall as Kres's thigh.

Kres looked back at the cage. "Do I need a collar or something?"

The Thresl gave a low growl.

Captain Thomson shook his head. "He's yours now. He won't do anything unless you are in danger, and if that is the case, you don't want to be on the other side of a leash."

The hair on Kres's arms stood on end. He could see no way this entire situation was going to end well.

With a salute to his superiors, Kres headed to his room.

* * * *

The shuttle trip to the Thresl moon gave Kres plenty of time to think over the mess his life had become. Unfortunately no amount of analyzing uncovered a secret escape plan to his current situation. Still stunned over the new path his career had taken, Kres curled up in his shuttle seat beside his purring companion and let exhaustion take over.

Someone shook his shoulder, pulling him out of his slumber.

A large man in a military uniform towered over him. "Are you Kreslan Piers?"

Kres rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Yeah."

"I'm Jones. Come with me."

Kres blinked at the Thresl as he rubbed against him, almost knocking him off his feet. "Take it easy," he muttered as he stood up, hoping the beast didn't push him over in his rush of affection.

"Wow, that's the biggest Thresl I've ever seen," the soldier said, eyeing the beast nervously. Where's his cage?"

Kres gave the cat beast a long look.

It purred.

"The Captain said a bonded Thresl didn't need one."

The soldier gave him a shy smile. "Sorry, my information was faulty. I thought you were escorting it here. I didn't know you were the bonded one. In general, they are saved for ambassadors, kings, high-ranking officers, and the occasional diplomat. I've never seen one bonded with a lieutenant. How did you get it to bond with you?" The soldier watched Kres as if he were going to confess a deep dark secret.

"Just lucky I guess," Kres glared at the creature. The Thresl jumped up, placed his paws on Kres's shoulders and licked his cheek.

"Lucky."

The word whispered through Kres's mind with a tone of smug satisfaction and made him laugh. He gently pushed the clawed and fanged creature away.

"I'll escort you to the training facility. Admiral Holland is waiting to meet you. Now I know why. It's rare that a regular soldier has the acceptance of a Thresl. Everyone's going to be jealous. I suspect there will be bets going around that you'll not get it fully bonded. I put my money on you, so don't let me down."

"I'll try not to," Kres said. He was making no promises. If things went horribly wrong, maybe he could ditch the growly creature.

The Thresl snorted beside him. Not for the first time Kres wondered about the beast's IQ. He'd heard they were an intelligent race, but he had no idea how intelligent. He knew little about them since they weren't something he ran into every day. He'd heard rumors they changed into humans, but from the space of time between bonding with the Thresl to being sent onto a shuttle, he'd learned nothing beyond the vague rumors he'd heard as a child.

It was a short walk from the dock to central command. Admiral Holland met them just outside his office. Jones quickly made the introductions before stepping back and trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. The admiral was a big man with cropped blond hair and an expression on his face that said he didn't accept excuses from anyone. His eyes were like shards of ice as he looked over Kres.

The Thresl didn't approve. Placing himself between Kres and Holland, the beast opened his mouth, flashed his razor sharp teeth, and gave a low growl.

"Control your beast."

"You're going to get my ass kicked," Kres projected towards the Thresl.

A soft chuffing noise came from the beast. He moved back to stand at Kres's side.

"Impressive." The cold eyes held grudging approval.

Kres didn't bother telling the man he had little control over the Thresl. It was probably better at this point to let the man have his illusions. The more command others thought he had over the Thresl, the better the chance he could keep the cat free and find a good home for him in the future.

The Thresl growled at Kres.

"Hush," Kres murmured at him. He didn't want to fight with the big cat, especially not in front of the admiral.

"I am assigning you to basic training. It's to help you work as a partner with your Thresl and help it decide on a final form."

"Is it true they turn into humans?"

"Sometimes," the admiral said. "It depends. They generally choose some sort of humanoid form, but I've seen them turn into wolfmen, three-armed bears, and even once, an octopus for a sea-dwelling bondmate. I would say over ninety percent of the time they are some sort of human. Unfortunately, you don't get to pick its form. It will pick the shape it thinks will suit you best."

"How will training help the Thresl decide on a form?"

The admiral shrugged. "I'm not sure how it works, but something about the Thresl psyche helps it determine what would be its best form to suit its master. You will learn more details in your class. For now, take your bag and drop it in your room. You can head directly to the classroom in the south wing after that. Jones can show you where you need to go."

Kres saluted the admiral before taking his leave. Great. A large cat followed him around, and he was going back into military training.

He was never going to have sex again.

Chapter Two

The training area was an empty white room with three other human and Thresl pairs.

"You must be Kres." A large man with a nice collection of scars stood at the front of the room with a beautiful black-haired woman. When she turned to look at him, Kres could see from the lack of iris in her eyes she wasn't human.

"I'm Commander Tiller, and this is my Thresl, Muir."

"Nice to meet you."

Kres saluted the commander and gave the Thresl a polite bow.

"Why did you do that?" the commander asked.

"Do what?" Kres looked at the man in confusion.

"Bow to my Thresl."

"It's rude to not acknowledge another being." His mother had taught him good manners.

The commander looked him over as if inspecting a new life form.

"I've introduced Muir to thousands of people over the years, and you are the first to acknowledge her as an individual being."

Kres found that hard to believe, but he wasn't going to call the commander a liar. However his expression must've given him away.

"You don't believe me." The commander laughed. He turned to the other humans in the room. "Did any of you acknowledge Muir?" The other three men shook their heads, and all of them gave Kres measuring looks as if wondering how he'd fit into the group.

Great, more buddies.

Kres's Thresl stepped in front of him and let out a low growl.

The other three Thresls hid behind their humans.

"I guess we've discovered who's alpha in this pack," the commander said with satisfaction.

"What do you mean?" one of the other men asked.

"Kres, these are Davis, Zander, and Brice, your training partners. Together you will learn how to work with and fight with your Thresls. Eventually, they will transform into the perfect partner for you." He motioned to his own Thresl. "Muir is a specialist in diplomacy and small weapons, both things that have gotten me out of more than one tight spot. The shape your Thresl will take will determine where you go next in your training. When Thresls are first trained, they need an alpha, a pack leader if you will. Since Kres's Thresl is the biggest and most aggressive of the four, he will become the alpha of this group." He turned to examine Kres closely. "Has he grown since he was freed from his cage?"

Kres looked his Thresl over. "Not really, he was pretty damn big to begin with."

"Hmm. Interesting. His aggression is surprising in a Thresl not yet fully bonded."

Muir stepped forward.

"Yes, Muir?"

"I think we should start them out with the loyalty test." Her voice was silky smooth, the voice of someone who used charm to get her way. Next to the rough commander, Kres could see how they meshed together. They were a good fit. Kres didn't want to be a perfect partner with a Thresl. He wanted to be a spaceship captain, and he didn't see that happening while he had a Thresl to watch over.

"Good thinking," Commander Tiller said. "Davis, come forward."

Davis walked to the front of the room until he stood before the commander. He wore his dark hair cropped short, and the Thresl beside him had light brown fur. Davis looked quite a bit older than Kres and had an air of command.

Without warning, the Commander picked up a firearm and shot at Davis's feet. The Thresl took the back of Davis's shirt in his teeth and tugged him away from the danger.

"Good instincts," Commander Tiller said. "You may step back."

The pair went back into line.

"Brice, your turn."

Brice was a blond with longer hair and an earring in one ear. Kres bet his parents had purchased his Thresl, a shiny black-furred creature more pretty than powerful.

"You're not gonna shoot me, are you, Commander?" he asked in a slow drawl.

"I might if you don't stop sleeping with my staff," the commander growled.

The commander pointed his gun at Brice, and the Thresl hid behind the human.

"Failed," Commander Tiller said.

"What do you mean failed?" Brice demanded, stomping his foot.

"I mean your parents can buy you a Thresl, but they can't make it bond with you. You've had yours for three months, and it won't lift a paw to save you when someone is holding a gun on you. No devotion. Your Thresl will be collected and given to another owner."

"No!" Brice screamed.

"This is a military base. I don't care who your father is. I'm not going to force a Thresl who isn't interested in bonding. You can try another or head back home."

"But I don't want it for military use!" Brice glared at the commander.

The commander didn't look impressed and Kres watched as the commander subtly push a button on the communicator strapped to his wrist. "A Thresl's first instinct is to protect its bonded. Your father acquired yours to be a personal bodyguard. If it doesn't want to guard you then it isn't trying to be what you need. If it wanted to be your pet it would still want to protect you. Basically by hiding behind you the Thresl said it would rather you were killed than it. So you failed." The commander spoke slowly as if talking to a child.

Brice glared at the Commander. "This isn't over." He turned to go. He stopped when his Thresl didn't follow. "Come!"

The cat flattened its ears and ignored the command.

Before Brice could argue further or release the scream his red face indicated was seconds from coming out of his mouth, two soldiers in medic uniforms rushed in and herded the Thresl out of the room.

"You know the law," Commander Tiller said. "No Thresl can be kept if it refuses to bond with you."

Kres's heart slammed against his chest. "You can still get out of this," he whispered to the animal beside him.

The Thresl purred.

Brice left in a stomping fury. If there had been a door, he would've slammed it.

"Zander, you're next."

A slim man with cropped black hair and intense blue eyes stepped forward. Commander Tiller raised his gun to fire. Zander's Thresl knocked him to the ground, covering him with his own body.

"Excellent," the commander praised.

"Kres, you're next."

"I don't think that is such a good idea, Commander. My Thresl doesn't like it when people aim weapons at me."

"That's the idea. Don't be a wimp; I thought you were a soldier." Commander Tiller's eyes were hard with anger.

"You were warned," Kres said. He stepped forward.

As soon as the commander pointed the gun at Kres, his Thresl leaped forward, slammed into the commander, and took him to the floor. The Thresl's sharp teeth snapped at the man's wrist. Screaming, Tiller dropped his weapon.

Satisfied the man was unarmed, Kres's Thresl stayed on the commander's chest, teeth bared, growling low.

"I am so fucked," Kres muttered. Muir stepped forward, but the Thresl snapped his teeth at her. She turned her head so they were no longer making eye contact.

"Thresl, heel," Kres shouted.

With a last growl, the Thresl jumped down and walked over to Kres. He circled, rubbing his body all over Kres, making sure he was marked with his scent before sitting on his haunches with a rumbly purr. Kres laughed at the smug expression on the beast's face.

Muir pressed the emergency button, and the two medical personnel came back into the room.

The commander was quickly bandaged and given a shot to prevent infection. Muir helped the white-faced commander to his feet. The look he gave Kres was filled with an admiration he wasn't sure he'd earned.

"That was truly impressive, and I can't say you didn't warn me." The older soldier gave a rusty chuckle. "I've had Thresl's growl, cower, knock down their owners, but I've never seen one so determined to totally take out the threat and protect what was his. That is not only the biggest damn Thresl I've ever seen he's the most devoted."

"Y-you don't think he can be re-bonded with someone else, do you?" Kres tried not to convey how much he really wanted that to be the case. He didn't want to hurt the cat's feelings, but damn, he didn't want to be here.

The commander gave him a pitying look. "Sorry, kid, you were meant to be the bonded match of a Thresl."

Kres's Thresl gave a snarl.

"I meant a match for that Thresl."

A low purr filled the air.

"I hope you didn't have plans for a wife, because most Thresls won't share." He gave a fond look at Muir. "Even the most mild-mannered Thresl."

Muir gave him a smile, showing off a set of sharp teeth.

"No, I didn't have any plans for a wife, but I was kind of hoping for a husband." Kres gave the Thresl a sad look. The creature stood on his back legs and licked his cheek.

"Sorry, soldier, but if you're lucky, your Thresl will take that into consideration when he chooses a form."

"The first lesson for the day is over." The Commander looked at his wrist communicator. "Get some rest and we'll start something less violent tomorrow."

* * * *

The room assigned to them was the usual military barrack room with white sterile walls, a bed with a thin mattress, and minimal comforts. The only difference was the large pillow splayed out on the floor.

The Thresl walked over to the pillow, gave it a sniff, and jumped onto the bed.

"No, bad cat, that's my bed."

The Thresl flattened his ears as he stared at Kres.

"No." He crossed his arms. "I am not sleeping on the floor."

Purring, the animal scooted over, leaving a Kres-sized space beside him. Gold eyes peered at him from a pleased expression on the cat face.

Sighing, Kres stripped down to his underwear and climbed into bed. "I might as well get used to you. It doesn't look like you're going anywhere." The purring at his back was loud, but the constant vibration and warmth soothed him. Tension from the day eased from his body. Before he had time to worry about the future, he was sound asleep.

* * * *

The Thresl curled next to his human, sniffing at the young man he'd chosen as his. He smelled sweet. The Thresl wanted to roll around in the man's essence until he stank of the soldier's scent. He had to stay close. He didn't trust the other soldiers. They looked at his man like they wanted to do him harm.

No one was allowed to hurt his man.

His.

Growling gently, the creature slid closer, curling his body around the human. A crackling sound filled the air as his bones adjusted to their new larger form. He needed to be bigger and stronger than the others. None of them could threaten what was his.

Pain ripped through his frame as his body elongated and his muscles expanded to reshape to his new body shape. He could feel his heartbeat thrum as his blood increased its flow through his veins to feed his growth.

Fully focused on the sleeping man beside him, the Thresl concentrated. It was his nature to be the perfect counterpart to his bondmate. Kreslan was a handsome, intelligent man with a good heart and strong ethics, a man who needed someone to watch his back. To let others know he wasn't prey.

The Thresl bit his lips to keep back a shout. His entire body burned as hair sank into smooth tanned skin, claws retracted, and his spine snapped into its final formation. Once the change was complete, he would abandon his cat form forever.

He would miss his tail.

A whimper escaped the Thresl, making Kreslan stir uneasily in the bunk beside him.

"Shh. Shh," he whispered through the pain. His sweet man didn't need to see this. To outsiders, the transformation was a horror to observe. Unfortunately, the change came when it willed, and he didn't get a chance to get away before the transformation hit. He desperately sent out a sleeping scent to keep his human unconscious.

After what felt like hours, the Thresl gave in to the pain and fell asleep.

Chapter Three

Kres stirred in his sleep. Something was off, disturbing his rest. Shifting his position didn't work because he was held too tightly.

Held?

Blinking awake, he cautiously turned to look over his shoulder. Letting out a shout, he startled his bedmate into letting him go and tumbled out of bed.

Kres didn't even feel his ass hit the floor. His eyes were too focused on the person in his bed. The man was well over six feet tall, edging closer to seven since his feet hung off the bed. Despite feeling like a voyeur, he crawled towards the bed to examine the man more closely. Smooth light brown skin covered a body formed with hard muscle and sprinkled lightly with black hair.

The same black hair grew in a thick riot of curls on the top of his head. Kres longed to plunge his fingers into its rich mass and sample the flavor of the man's lush lips. Glancing up, he felt a shock as familiar gold eyes looked back at him.

Thresl.

"Morning, Kres." The low gravelly voice sent shivers up Kres's spine and caused bumps to spread across his skin.

"Morning, Thresl."

The Thresl's lush mouth quirked up on one side, the sight sending heated images into Kres's mind about nibbling on those full lips.

"You must assign me a name," the Thresl said with an inviting smile. "As I have shifted, now we are bound."

Shit.

Kres felt guilty about lusting after the gorgeous shifter when it was his fault the creature had changed at all. There had to be a specialist who could help get the Thresl back to his original form. The walls building Kres's future were starting to close in. Despite his attraction to the gorgeous creature, he knew if he touched the Thresl, there was no hope for escape. When the commander said the Thresl would become his perfect partner, Kres thought he meant fighting partner, but the shifter's appearance put that assumption into question. No one could've looked more like the type of man whom Kres was attracted to than the male on the bed.

Gold eyes watched him carefully as if searching his expression for something. Kres averted his gaze. He didn't want the man-cat to see the lust he was certain showed in his eyes.

"What name do you want?"

Kres struggled to carry on the conversation, focusing on the floor instead of the tempting man splayed out on his bed.

"You have to pick it."

Reluctantly, Kres looked into the Thresl's eyes. The understanding there almost broke him.

"I-I can't," Kres forced out through his quickly closing throat as panic sped up his heart.

"We can't go back to before. I can't unpick you," the Thresl said in a gentle tone as if afraid of further freaking Kres out.

"Why did you pick me to start with?" It was a question he'd obsessed over ever since the cat first chose him.

The Thresl tilted his head, a shadow of the feline he had once been. "I chose you because I could choose no other. You were the one." He sounded so definite that Kres didn't know what to say. How could he explain he didn't feel the same way? It was like giving the speech to a guy that it is you not him, except in this case there was no way to break up. He was stuck with this gorgeous man-cat forever. Nebulous plans of finding a good man to settle down with while he rose in the military ranks vanished. He'd left his home to carve his own path in life, only to have it chosen for him. He remembered his grandfather's favorite saying. "You don't choose your fate, your fate chooses you." As usual, his grandfather was right.

"Name me," the Thresl insisted.

Kres wrapped his arms around himself. If he named the Thresl, it made it too real. It was the point of no return. It was like naming the stray cat that followed you home. Once it was named, you couldn't just dump it at the animal shelter.

He wondered, slightly hysterically, if there was a Thresl drop-off shelter to return lost or unwanted shapeshifters.

"I-I can't." The sad look in the Thresl's eyes shook Kres, but he had to stay strong.

"You still hope to leave me?"

"I hope to free you," Kres corrected. He knew he was fighting against the tide but it wasn't his nature to go down without a battle.

The Thresl laughed. "Thresls aren't meant to be free; we're meant to be owned. There's no greater shame than to remain in our birth form until death. I am young for my kind and will have high status for my early transformation."

He looked so proud of himself Kres couldn't continue his denial. For the Thresl, this was a lifetime milestone, to be proud of and celebrated. For Kres, it was a life-changing event and not a particularly welcome one. Looking over the tall muscular man in his bed, he had to admit there could be worse ways to spend his life than in the presence of a sexy man dedicated to being his.

"Name me," the Thresl insisted.

While Kres was thinking how his life was taking a horribly wrong turn, his new life partner was fixated on his name. Kres wished there was a way to give the Thresl his freedom, but apparently that wish wasn't shared by the ex-cat. Taking a deep breath, Kres accepted his fate.

Walking back to the bed, he sat on the edge to face the shifter. Cautiously, he held out his hands. The Thresl gave him a wide smile and wrapped his larger hands around Kres's.

Kres looked over at the gorgeous dark-haired man and thought over various names. There were a lot of names that could suit his new companion. Tristan? Litger? Neel? A forgotten memory drifted into his mind. Perfect.

"When I was little, my mother used to read to me every night. My favorite story was about a beast that terrorized the local villagers until he met a fair maiden. He fell in love with her and shed his animal skin to stay a human at her side." Kres could feel a blush heat his cheeks as the Thresl's smile widened. "I know this isn't the same situation, but I've always liked the name of the hero. His name was Vohne."

The Thresl released Kres's hands and slid them into his hair. Using a firm grip, he pulled Kres closer until their mouths met in a slow, demanding kiss. Heat poured through Kres's body like molten lava, burning him throughout. A moan rolled from his chest, vibrating their lips and adding to the sensation. When he was finally slowly released, he blinked a bit to focus his vision.

"The situation isn't that different," the Thresl said, nipping at Kres's bottom lip. "I'd be happy to take the name of Vohne."

Kres was still trying to focus on what the other man said when a loud bang shook him out of his daze.

Someone was at the door.

A low growl rolled from Vohne's throat. He jumped off the bed into a protective crouch before stomping to the door and ripping it open, completely naked.

It took Kres an inhuman amount of effort to rip his eyes from the Thresl's tight, naked ass when he heard his name.

"Piers!" Commander Tiller's voice crackled with command.

He rushed to the door to see the commander's eyes wide with fear as he took in the enormous man at the door.

"You might want to tell your boyfriend I'm not a threat."

"Um, that's not my boyfriend; that's my Thresl."

"My name is Vohne. Kres has gifted me with a name." The Thresl sounded ridiculously proud of that fact.

Tiller shifted his gaze from the huge man to Kres. "Report to my office ASAP."

With those words, Commander Tiller turned and marched away. Kres grabbed the Thresl by the arm and pulled him back into the room, closing the door behind them. Although soldiers were generally difficult to shock, he didn't want to get complaints about a naked man hanging out in his doorway. That wasn't an event he wanted on his permanent record.

Running a hand through his rumpled hair, he thought through his options.

"I'm going to take a shower, then I'm going to have to go to the commissary and buy you some clothes."

"I will go with you."

"You can't go with me. You're naked."

Vohne crossed his arms over his chest. "Then you can't go. I can't protect you if you go by yourself."

Kres laughed. "You don't need to protect me. I'm just going to the store."

The Thresl growled. "You don't go anywhere I don't go." His tone was so definite Kres knew he wasn't going to get out of it. Maybe in time the creature would become less possessive.

"I'm going to take a shower. We will discuss this when I'm done."

Vohne made a step to follow. "Stay. If anyone jumps out to attack me under the hot water spray, I'll give a shout."

Fuming, Kres stomped to the bathroom, making sure to slam the door when he entered. He quickly felt foolish. In an unfamiliar environment, the Thresl was just sticking with what he knew. Protect his human above all other things. Strange, none of the other Thresls appeared as protective of their matches as Vohne was of him.

Still thinking over his odd relationship, Kres turned on the water and sighed beneath the hot stream. Slowly his muscles relaxed until the stress rinsed down the drain.

Maybe he could call someone and have clothes delivered. Pleased with the new plan, Kres finished up his shower and pulled open the curtain.

"Ahhh." Clutching his chest, he glared at the large man who invaded the bathing space. "You scared me."

Vohne looked at him with concern. "You are injured?" He reached for Kres, who stepped back from his touch. "You are afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid of anyone who appears in the bathroom while I'm washing. I wasn't expecting you."

Vohne looked Kres up and down. A wide smile crossed his face. "You should expect others if you are going to walk around wet and naked. You are very pleasing to the eyes. I am honored to call you mine."

"I-I… Never mind."

He didn't have it in him to tell Vohne that he didn't belong to the shifter. They both knew there was a bond between them. He just wasn't sure what it meant in the long term.

"It is a waste to wrap clothes around you. The only reason I will allow it is because I've observed that your kind doesn't walk around naked due to your fragile skins."

"You have a fragile skin now also," Kres reminded him.

He got an indecent smile in return. "Maybe we should see what happens when you rub the two of us together."

A knock at the outer door had them both turning.

Kres wrapped a towel around his hips. "There sure is a lot of traffic this early in the morning."

Before he could reach the main living area, Vohne raced past him and ripped open the door.

A messenger stood there holding out a package. "The commander said you might need this."

Kres shoved Vohne, pushing his way past. "I'll take that. Tell the commander thank you."

The messenger looked Kres up and down in appreciation. "Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you."

Vohne let out a growl and yanked him back into the room.

"Get your own human."

With a snarl, he slammed the door in the messenger's face.

"Nice." Kres folded his arms and glared at the Thresl. "If you're going to pretend to be human, you have to learn to have better manners."

Vohne narrowed his golden eyes. "Why would I want to do that?"

"So people don't give in to the urge to shoot you with their side arms."

"Not that." Vohne waved a hand as if swatting away a pesky fly. "Why would I want to pretend to be human? I am a Thresl. I am not human and never will be. Despite my form, I will always be a beast inside." The creature gave Kres a toothy smile. "Don't worry so much about what other people think."

With that sage advice, the creature walked past Kres into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him.

"I am in so much trouble," Kres groaned. Rubbing his face with his hands, he finished dressing, making sure his uniform was tidy and his boots had a nice shine. He was certain that by the end of the day he'd need as many extra points as he could get with his commander. The stress he'd lost in the shower came back with a vengeance. Grumbling about naked sexy Thresls, Kres opened the package the messenger brought, pulled out the clothes, and laid them out for the man-cat to find when he got out of the shower.

* * * *

Commander Tiller sat behind his desk as he regarded them with his cool gray eyes. His beautiful Thresl, Muir, gave them a nod as they entered. Kres nodded back. Vohne gave a low growl. Muir tilted her head in acknowledgement of his alpha status.

Kres resisted the urge to roll his eyes since Tiller was watching him, but it was close. It would take some time to get used to the pecking order of Thresls. They appeared to take it seriously if Muir's behavior was any indication.

"Please be seated." Kres settled in the chair on the left. He wasn't surprised when Vohne stood behind him instead of taking a seat. Sitting would be too laid back for the Thresl. After all, how was he going to protect Kres from all those imaginary dangers if he relaxed enough to sit down?

"Piers, I'm not going to tiptoe around the problem. Your Thresl is dangerous. I've never seen one transform that quickly before. The faster they tranform the more powerful the Thresl." His cool eyes looked Vohne over from head to toe. "I've also never seen one so big. There are a lot of people who are going to want your Thresl."

"B-but I thought now that we were bonded we had to stay together?" He didn't want to sound like a whiny child, but he was just now getting used to the idea of having this large creature follow him around.

"That's why they will try to grab you. Your Thresl will do anything if they have you under their control."

Kres took a deep breath. "Won't Vohne just kill them?"

Tiller gave him a disapproving look. "You really don't know much about the Thresl, do you?"

"What he doesn't know I can teach him," Vohne growled at his back.

The commander looked them both over. Sighing, he reached into his desk and pulled out a thick book. He slammed it onto his desk. "Take this and look it over. It should tell you everything you need to know about bonding with a Thresl, but don't think just because you're bonded no one can use him."

Kres frowned. "What would they use him for?"

Tiller looked Vohne up and down. "Yours they would use as an assassin. Thresls are excellent killers especially if they are trying to get their mate back. Even if they don't have you, the promise of reuniting the two of you will keep him under their control for a while.

"It is your job to protect him as much as he protects you. I'm putting the pair of you on special training task force. You will have limited contact with other people until your bond is secure. The stronger the bond the better you will be able to sense the other if you get separated. Understand?"

"I thought we were already bonded," Kres said.

Tiller smiled. "Read the book. It'll explain everything." Kres picked up the book, more than certain the complicated question of his feelings for the man-cat wouldn't be answered inside.

Kres took the Thresl to the cafeteria. He couldn't help looking at everyone he passed with suspicion. It disturbed him to learn that someone could still try to steal his Thresl or kidnap him to control Vohne. Possessiveness sat oddly in his chest when he looked at the man-cat. He still wasn't quite sure what to do with the creature, but he certainly didn't want anyone else taking him either.

"It will be all right." Vohne rubbed a reassuring hand down Kres's back. He almost dropped the book.

"Um, thanks. I… I just thought once you were bonded you were safe from poachers. I mean, I'm sorry you didn't get to your destination, but I don't want you stolen either. What if someone takes you?"

Vohne gave him a wide smile, exposing all of his extra sharp teeth. "I'm hoping someone tries. Then they can learn the Thresl truth."

"What is that?" Kres was positive that there was more going on to this conversation than appeared on the surface, and he was almost as certain he didn't want to learn what it was.

"Kres!" Zander ran up to him like his new best friend. Vohne gave an unfriendly growl.

"Hi, Zander." He saw Zander's Thresl plodding behind him. The animal was more caramel-colored, several shades lighter than Vohne was in that form. He gave a friendly smile towards the creature, but its eyes were focused on Vohne. The creature tilted its head submissively. With a satisfied nod, Vohne turned his attention to Zander.

"Wow, I heard your Thresl converted early, but shit, he's big." The awe in Zander's voice made Kres laugh. He liked Zander and hoped they could become friends. "Hey, did you hear what happened with Brice?"

Kres leaned forward as the other man lowered his voice. "He was arrested and thrown in the brig. He tried to steal back that Thresl he'd bought even after the commander said they weren't a match."

A chill went down Kres's spine. Brice reminded him a lot of Barley. Maybe there was a law, if your name started with a B, you had to be a total asshole. Kres reviewed the people he knew whose name started with B and decided it was just a fluke.

"How did he get caught?"

"The Thresl bit him. When he started screaming, the MPs came and discovered he was trying to steal the Thresl. It's a felony, but his rich father will probably get him off."

"Probably." Kres bitterly reflected from his own history that was usually the case.

"What's the next step in your training?" Zander asked, regarding the pair.

"We're supposed to bond." He waved his book at Zander. "The commander gave me this to review."

"Huh." Zander looked at the book curiously. "I wonder if there are diagrams."

"What are you talking about?"

Zander gave him a wide smile, his electric blue eyes lit with laughter. "There's only one way to truly bond with a Thresl."

Kres had a bad feeling he already knew what it was. The hand settling on his lower back reinforced the feeling. It stroked temptingly close to his ass as Zander spoke.

"You have to have sex." Zander's hot gaze looked the Thresl up and down. "Maybe a lot of sex."

"Crap."

Vohne let out a low rumble behind him. Apparently converting to human hadn't changed his ability to purr.

Kres gave an involuntary shudder. The thought of being intimate with the gorgeous creature behind him overwhelmed his senses. What the hell had he gotten into? He'd gone from thinking he'd never have sex again to discovering it was a requirement for the safety of the being that had already claimed him.

Vohne's hand stroked up and down his back.

"Why don't you join us for lunch? I was going to get a plate and sit over there." Zander pointed to an empty table in the corner of the room.

"Go sit. I will get you some sustenance," Vohne offered.

"Are you sure?" Kres wasn't certain he wanted to chance letting Vohne get his food, but the look he got said the Thresl wanted to do this for him.

"Go." Vohne gave him a little nudge.

Kres shrugged and went to sit down.

Vohne turned to the other human and glared. "I was trying to break it to him gently."

"That's because you don't know anything about that kind of human. I've only known Kres for a little while, but I can already tell he's the type of person it's best to shock with everything at once. Once the shock wears off, he'll make a plan to cope. If you give him things in bits and pieces, it gives him time to panic. He's a soldier. He's used to coping."

"Hmm." Zander did make sense. "I will take your advice and not harm you after all." Vohne smiled, letting the human see the sharpness of his teeth. He might not have his tail any more, but he didn't want the other man to confuse him with a human either.

"I understand that my human will need some human friends, and it will benefit him to know someone who also has a Thresl. However, if you harm him, I will have to kill you." He made sure his look said he wasn't kidding. Vohne wanted the other man to know he took his responsibility seriously.

"Um, okay." Zander gave him a weak smile. "Will my Thresl be like you?"

Vohne laughed. "You humans still don't get it, do you?"

Zander shook his head. "Don't get what."

"How Thresls pick their form."

"No one understands that," Zander argued. Vohne had to admire how the other man rallied after Vohne's intimidation. Zander would be a valuable friend for his mate.

"Thresls understand." Vohne looked over at his human, who was watching him with a worried expression in his eyes. "Thresls become the essence of the person they bond with."

"So the commander is, deep down, a female diplomat?"

Vohne nodded. "He probably appreciates art and music but was told when he was young it wasn't manly enough to pursue those interests."

"And Kres? Deep inside he's an almost seven foot man with violent tendencies?"

"Yes," Vohne smirked. "Deep down my mate is a soldier who can snap your neck if you bother him too much. But don't worry. He never will."

Zander dared to look the Thresl in the eyes. "Why is that?"

"Because I would do it for him."

Pleased he'd made his point, Vohne went to get his human some food. He didn't tell Zander that as he evolved he would lose some of his more violent urges and Kreslan would gain more aggression. They would find a balance until they were so close their minds would almost be as one while their bodies would feel the urge to join. The magic of Thresl-human bonding was they both became stronger. He also didn't share what being an alpha really meant.

He would share that information only with his mate.

Chapter Four

Kres didn't know what Zander and Vohne discussed while grabbing food, but his fellow classmate was giving him a cautious glance from time to time as if he worried Kres was going to jump across the table and attack him.

"Is there a problem?" Kres asked before popping another piece of meat into his mouth. He'd had an odd craving for red meat since he woke up. Since he was usually a borderline vegetarian, it was extremely strange, but then what hadn't been weird lately. The fact that Vohne had known he needed meat and brought him a giant platter also needed further investigation, but he'd do it later when he wasn't shoving beef down his throat as fast as he could.

"Um, no?" The answer was more a question than a statement of fact.

"What did you say to him?" he asked the Thresl.

Vohne shrugged. "I told him where the Thresl form came from."

He could see getting a straight answer would be like yanking out one of the Thresl's fangs, difficult and potentially painful.

Taking another bite of meat, he gave Zander a curious look, silently prompting the other man to continue.

"They are your inner form."

Kres choked. He was saved from a blocked airway by a pat on the back from the Thresl that nearly broke his spine.

"You are my inner form?"

The Thresl smiled, exposing full fangs. "Surprise."

Kres looked the large man up and down. "I must have a great inner warrior thing going on."

"Yes, you do."

He was unsettled by the serious expression in Vohne's eyes. A loud bang startled him out of their locked gaze.

Billowy black smoke filled the cafeteria as smoke bombs exploded in the doorway. Kres tensed, wishing he hadn't left his weapon in his room, but he hadn't expected a synchronized attack over steak. He saw Vohne's eyes glow in the dim light. A large hand clamped over his wrist and pulled him farther into the room, away from the invading smoke.

"They've come for us," the Thresl said.

"Whoever they are they can't have you." There were many things Kres was uncertain about in their relationship, but there was no way he was going to let some Thresl-kidnapping bastards take his Vohne. Kres held his breath against the smoke as the room was entirely darkened by the bombs.

Blinding lights cut through the blackness as at least a dozen men entered wearing masks and carrying weapons with light scopes.

Vohne dropped to the ground, pulling Kres with him. "Whatever happens, don't let them take you. I will always return. Remember that."

"What?" Kres gasped. He tried to figure what was going on as a loud roar filled the room, and the air closest to him was displaced by Vohne's departure as the Thresl ran into the blackness.

Choking on the smoke, Kres tried to stay as still as possible as the screams echoed about him. He wondered where Zander was and if they had captured Zander's Thresl. He still wasn't sure what the soldiers were doing here, but he had a bad feeling he agreed with Vohne that they were here for the Thresls. If they could catch the valuable cats, they could rake in a fortune on the black market with the ones that hadn't bonded yet. He wondered how they got past security. Someone was going to be court-martialed for letting the invaders in.

From what he'd overheard on the shuttle to the moon, they were on a secret facility. Someone, somewhere had said too much, and now Kres was going to lose his man-cat before they even completed their bond. A weapon rattled as it hit the ground beside him.

Kres snatched it up, quickly familiarizing himself with the controls. He might not be the massive size of his Thresl, but he wasn't a weak, quivering soul to cower under the table and let someone else fight his battle.

Carefully feeling along until he had a wall to his back, Kres stalked the men who dared to come and try to take what was his.

A sharp shout had him stepping back in time to avoid the body falling to the floor. Without a second thought, he relieved the dead man of the knife strapped to his thigh and tucked it into the back of his waistband.

He still couldn't see more than a few inches in front of him. The smoke bombs were the high quality kind that created a lot of smoke and kept it in the air. Staying perfectly still, he tried to hear any signs of Vohne nearby. He silently cursed their lack of bonding. If he'd gotten over his trepidation with the Thresl, they'd already have a link and he wouldn't be blindly searching for the man-cat. When he found Vohne, he was going to make sure they bonded so well he'd be able to sense him in a Zevan mud storm during swelling season.

A sudden silence filled the room, more chilling than the screams and firefighting of moments before. Kres dared to breathe but only in quick silent gasps, however, his heart was knocking so hard against his chest he was worried the sound alone would give him away.

"I got him!" a voice shouted as a strong arm wrapped around his throat. "Drop the gun," the man growled in his ear.

Kres was surprised at the lack of fear he felt as he dropped his weapon to the floor. Grabbed by the enemy, he expected to feel something other than the complete and utter calm that took over his mind. As the stranger tried to choke the life out of him, Kres slipped his hand between them, grabbed the handle of the knife, and with ruthless precision plunged the knife into his enemy's arm.

Howling, the man released him. For a moment it felt like the world was moving in slow motion as he moved as fast as lightning fire. Kres leaned down, scooped up the dropped weapon, and fired it into the forehead of the other man. With a dispassionate eye, he watched the soldier drop to the ground.

"I'll remember not to piss you off," Zander whispered beside him.

Kres looked at his new friend, still wrapped in an odd calm. "I don't think you'll need a reminder."

The Thresl meowed impatiently beside Zander.

"My Thresl says they took Vohne down the hallway."

"You can understand him?"

Zander gave him an odd look. "You couldn't understand Vohne?"

Kres shrugged. "A few words here and there but not sentences. We weren't together for very long in his cat form." Impatient with their conversation while his Thresl was being taken, he scooped up the other soldier's weapon and handed it over to a bewildered Zander.

"What's this for?" Zander asked with wide eyes.

"To shoot people."

"But I've never shot anyone before." Kres could hear the fear in his new friend's voice even if he couldn't see him very well.

"You aren't a soldier?"

"I'm a diplomat."

"Ahh, well, get your diplomatic ass in gear. If they get Vohne off this station because I was chatting with you, I'll shoot you myself." He crammed the weapon into Zander's hands and headed towards the exit.

"He was right, you know," Zander babbled as he scurried after Kres.

"Right about what?" Not that he really cared. Kres's eyes were busy scanning the area for possible enemies to give the other man much attention.

"You really are a kickass warrior."

"Yeah, well, let's go kick some ass." He was willing to do a lot more than that if it got his Thresl back. The bastards better have made their peace with whatever deities they worshipped, because if they resisted returning his Thresl, they were going to go visit them in person. He might have hesitated to claim Vohne before, but the utter fear he felt when he watched the Thresl disappear into the smoke told him they needed to be together, if only to see how far this bonding would go.

Kres kept his weapon close to his chest as he peeked around the corner. There was no one in the halls. The bastards were ahead of them. Zander rushed over to a numeric pad on the wall. Kres watched him press a series of buttons.

"Lock down commencing," the robotic female voice announced.

"Nice!" Kres approved.

Zander shrugged. "They told us the code during training. You haven't gotten that far yet. I hope they haven't already gotten out." Zander tucked himself close to the wall beside Kres. Zander scanned the area with his brilliant blue eyes. The man might not be a soldier, but he had good instincts. His Thresl stood beside him, its gold eyes gleaming with anger. The cat wasn't taking the abduction of one of its kind well.

"Can you feel him?"

"No." For a moment despair threatened to drown Kres, but he shoved it aside. This was no time to feel sorry for himself. He had to get his Thresl back.

"You should've bonded with him."

"Shut up!" Kres snapped. He didn't need a lecture on something he already knew.

A roar had them turning to the corridor on the right. As quickly and silently as he could, Kres rushed down the hall, only pausing when he reached an intersection. The noise became louder. Someone was getting an education in the abduction of Thresls, and it wasn't going well for them.

Kres let a slow smile cross his lips.

"Don't hurt him," a male voice said. "He's no good to us if he's dead."

He wasn't going to be good for them at all.

There were only three men left. Two of them carried Vohne between them while the third ordered and cursed.

Kres didn't know if the others had gone ahead or if their bodies were left on the floor in the fog-filled cafeteria. All he knew was they weren't there and he wasn't going to let these three idiots take off with his man.

Leaning around the corner, he aimed his weapon at the only one not holding his Thresl. The man went down with a shot to the back of his neck.

Kres hid behind the wall as the two men shouted.

"We've got to get out of here."

"The door's locked."

Kres smiled. The bastards were trapped.

The sound of booted feet sounded behind him.

"What's going on?" The commander's voice was hushed behind him.

"There are two of them left. They have my Thresl."

"Leave one of them alive for questioning. I want to find out how they got in here."

"I'll try." If the choice came between keeping one alive and saving his Thresl, there wasn't any question.

"You'd better open this door," one of the abductors shouted. "If you don't, your Thresl is history."

"Let go of the Thresl and we'll let you leave," the commander responded.

"I don't believe you," the abductor shouted back.

"He's smarter than he looks," Kres muttered.

Fear almost stopped his heart. The creature that at first seemed an interruption to his well-planned life now was the most important thing in it. What would he do if Vohne were killed?

Vohne's voice whispered in his head. "Mate."

"Vohne."

"Shoot the bastard."

Without hesitation, Kres did as his Thresl requested. Whipping around the corner, he shot the idiot threatening Vohne. A cry ripped the air as the remaining man holding Vohne tumbled to the ground beneath his weight.

Soldiers filled the hall, lifting Vohne and clearing the area of the two dead men and the one still alive. Medics arrived soon after with a gurney to take Vohne away. Kres fought through the crowd to get to Vohne's side. He had to make sure his man-cat was unhurt.

He shouted and pushed until he stood beside the gurney holding his mate. Foggy gold eyes blinked up at him, whatever drugs they'd pumped into Vohne's body making him sluggish and uncoordinated.

Vohne gripped Kres's arm like a vise. "You did good, my warrior. I am pleased to rule with you at my side."

"To what?"

Before he could get any answers, the Thresl closed his eyes and the medics took him away.

Zander patted him on the back. "What was he talking to you about? You're looking pale. I thought you'd be happy you have your guy back."

"I thought I would be too." Now he was wondering what he'd gotten himself into again.

Chapter Five

Kres was told to stay away from the infirmary while the Thresl healed. Apparently alpha Thresls didn't like to be injured before their mates. Something to do with wanting to always appear strong in front of their chosen ones or some such crap. Kres wasn't really paying attention past the request for him not to go with the medics. He was more interested in hunting down his Thresl handbook. He didn't bother to argue. An argument was certain to be in their future soon, and he wanted to make sure he had all the facts before it began.

As much as he cared how Vohne was doing, the man-cat looked more drugged than injured, and Kres had an objective to fulfill.

"Where are you going?" Zander asked, bouncing down the hallway behind him. If there was one thing that screamed Zander wasn't a soldier it was the way he walked. Soldiers didn't bounce. However, despite their differences, Kres still liked the other man. Zander was one of those people everyone liked. Kres thought he'd do very well in the diplomatic corps.

"I'm going to find that damned book."

"Why?"

"Didn't you hear him? I'm supposed to rule by his side."

"Well, yeah."

Kres spun around, pinning Zander with his stare. "You know about this?"

Zander held up his hands in self-defense. "You really don't know anything, do you?"

"How many times do I have to tell everyone that I didn't plan for a Thresl? I wasn't supposed to get one. I didn't do any planning or training or anything. All I did was stop him from killing an idiot, and we bonded."

A smile crossed Zander's face. "You don't even know what you have. Come back to my room. I can tell you everything you need to know. Besides, I've got the good brandy. It's one advantage to growing up in a diplomatic family. You know where to procure the good liquor."

"Deal." It would probably be easier for Zander to explain it anyway. Kres wasn't book smart. Give him a weapon and some action and he could take care of himself, but words always looked jumbled on a page when he tried to focus, and when he finally got them together to form a sentence, they inevitably didn't make any sense. He'd barely scraped by his studies with the help of a good tutor. Luckily, his combat skills balanced it all out.

Zander's room was a far cry from the sterile cube that comprised Kres's lodging. Thick rugs covered the floor, the walls were tinted a soft blue, and the furnishings screamed money. It was also three times the size of Kres's room. Zander gave a deprecating shrug. "Did I mention my father is best friends with the station master?"

"It must be good to have connections."

Zander smiled. "That's what the diplomatic corps is all about. Now, come sit down." He pointed towards a well-padded chair by a table that looked like honest-to-god real wood.

Ignoring Kres's stare, Zander grabbed two crystal glasses and a full decanter. He filled one glass halfway and the other almost to the top. He slid the full one towards Kres.

"You might need this while I describe how it is going to go with you and the Thresl who will be king."

Kres felt his heart stop.

"What?"

"When the commander told you your Thresl was an alpha, he didn't tell you the entire story." He motioned to the glass of brandy. "Drink up."

Kres took a tentative sip. The liquor burned all the way down to his toes, filling his body with warmth and a tingling sensation. "Wow." A few sips later he decided he really liked the feeling. Halfway through the glass he set it down. "Now that you have me feeling good, what are you trying to not tell me?"

Zander gave him a sheepish look. "Obviously I need to work on my poker face if I'm going to make it as a politician. Here's the gist of it. True alpha Thresls are extremely rare. One hasn't been born in over three hundred years. It's one thing to be alpha of our class but another to be a real alpha Thresl. Vohne is the latter. An alpha is priceless to Thresl hunters, which is why there was an attack on the station. To control Vohne is to control the entire kingdom of Thresls. They would've come and gotten you next so they could blackmail him into doing whatever they wanted."

Kres brushed off concern for himself. He needed to figure out what the hell was going on. "But why are they so special?"

"Because they are the strongest of their kind. Thresls are shapeshifters who can bond so well with their mates that they essentially enhance the other person. When you went after those guys earlier, how did you feel?"

Kres rolled the memory around in his mind before he answered. "Strong. Powerful. I don't remember ever feeling like that before, like I could take on anyone."

"That is your Thresl effect." Zander took a sip of the liquor before speaking. "Thresls don't just become the very heart of their owner, they strengthen them. Alphas are the kings of Thresl kind. Vohne is obligated to go back to the Thresl home planet and take his seat on the throne. He will be making decisions of the fate of his kingdom. If he says a planet isn't granted a Thresl from his people, they won't be. If he determines no more Thresls will be given to kings or rulers to enhance their houses, they won't be. Thresls are the most desired commodity anywhere, and Vohne will have total control. He is also the only creature who can dissolve a Thresl bond."

"I thought they couldn't be broken."

"They couldn't before. The last Thresl alpha died a hundred years ago. Only the alpha is born with the ability to break connections. You didn't just bond with a strong creature that can make you a better soldier. You bonded with the king of Thresls. You, in essence, are now one of the most powerful men in the entire galaxy, my friend. And until another alpha is born, your Thresl isn't just a Thresl king. He is the king of an entire planet."

Kres grabbed his glass of liquor and downed the rest of the contents in one final gulp. He'd thought his life was screwed before. Now what was he going to do?

* * * *

Kreslan was lying on the bed when Vohne returned. The man-cat's eyes glowed gold as he examined every inch of his human. He'd yearned for Kreslan while in his drug-induced haze. They'd had to tie him down so he would stay in the infirmary and not go hunting his mate. Everything he had longed to merge with this man.

The look he got in return was less than promising.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

Kreslan flipped a page in a book he recognized as the one the commander had given his mate. "Thrilled, Your Highness." He flipped another page.

Uh-Oh.

What was he going to do now? Kreslan definitely didn't look pleased.

Vohne decided it was best not to let his mate think too much on it. Marching over to the bed, he slid his fingers through Kreslan's hair and tilted his chin. "I'm happy to see you too." Without giving the other man a chance to answer, he dropped to his knees and covered Kreslan's mouth with his own. Heat poured through him at the mouth-to-mouth connection, and all the fine hairs across his body stood on end at the electric jolt of kissing his mate.

Yum!

He might not still have his tail, but his claws were just beneath the surface. With a low growl, he shredded his mate's shirt.

"Hey."

Kreslan's expression was outraged, but Vohne could smell his excitement.

"You wish to stop?" Vohne pressed his body closer to his mate's, rubbing against him in the most delightful way. A purr rolled up his throat, vibrating together all the bits of naked skin.

"Um, no." Kreslan lifted his hips in a silent invitation to explore, an invitation Vohne was more than willing to accept. "Besides, you can unbind us if you want, right?"

Vohne froze. "What do you mean?"

"Zander said kings can unbind Thresl bonds. You could unbind us if you need to, couldn't you?"

"No." He made sure his tone left no room for doubt. He wasn't going to give his human even a smidgen of hope that Kreslan could ever get away from their bond. "Once we bond, you will be mine forever."

Kreslan tried to move away, but there was no place he could go with Vohne pinning him to the thin mattress. "Maybe we should wait. Make sure we're compatible before we seal our fate."

Vohne couldn't stop the predatory smile he could feel crossing his face. "It was too late for you, gorgeous, when I first caught your scent. You are mine, and whether we have sex or not, you will always be mine." He kissed Kreslan until he felt the fit, muscular body relax beneath him. Making sure he had a good hold on his mate, he said the words that sealed the first step of the final bonding process. "I, Vohne, named by my mate, Kreslan Piers, forever pledge my heart and body to protect and cherish the man who will be mine."

He let out a sigh of relief as he felt the mating bonds twine between them like invisible strings, twisting together until he couldn't tell where one started and the other ended.

"What the hell was that?" Kreslan's body jerked beneath him, reminding Vohne the man still wore pants.

"That was our bonding. We are now mated."

"Wait! I thought we had to have sex."

Vohne smiled. "Don't worry. That is only the first step. The rest are much more enjoyable."

Kreslan's throat convulsed. "How many steps are there?"

Vohne rubbed his nose against his mate's in a Thresl sign of affection. "There can be as many as we want. After all, we are kings."

Before his human could come up with any more excuses, Vohne used his claws to take care of those pesky trousers. He'd have to make sure to alert the castle staff they would need clothing stashed in every room. It felt good to be in a body again. He wondered how long he should wait to tell his nervous mate the truth about him.

This was always the fun part, getting to know his mate in each incarnation. Two thousand years of being born, hunting down his mate, and dying and he still found it exciting each time. It was too bad his mate never remembered his former lives. Of course that always made the courtship that much more fun. This sexy, tough warrior version was one of the best yet. Vohne purred. His heart ached with the power of his love for the other man who looked at him with wary eyes.

The only glitch in this reunion was trying to figure out why it took so long to return this time. Kings couldn't be identified until they bonded with their mates because memories didn't return until they transformed. Vohne now remembered he always returned as the same human, even as his cat form differed each time. His body was identical because he always matched up with the same bonded. His soul mate. Kreslan might appear different in each of his reincarnations, but his soul always longed for the same Thresl at his side.

Something must have stopped his previous reincarnation or there wouldn't be such a gap between his last life and this one. Even as his memories returned, he could feel a big hole in his mind that told him in a few incarnations he hadn't found his mate and never shifted from his Thresl form. Once they got to his home world, he'd have to investigate and see what prevented his transformation. Nothing could stand between him and the safety of his mate. Anyone or anything that did would be eliminated.

Looking down at the man he'd loved through millenniums, Vohne pushed all the negativity away. By the time they headed for the castle, every Thresl ever born would know the king and his mate were back, and their enemies had better look out.

Kreslan put up a token resistance but gave it up as soon as Vohne nipped at his neck. It wasn't the submission of a proper beta. His soldier didn't have enough giving in him for that. It was the acknowledgment of letting Vohne have his way because he'd chosen to give the Thresl the dominating role.

Vohne didn't know how his mate could get any sexier, but the younger man lying beneath him made his heart swell just as much as he made his cock harden. He held back the words of love trying to escape. Kreslan was already nervous about their bond. It wasn't the time to tell him this wasn't the first time they'd done this dance.

Vohne leaned down and lapped at his lover's neck, scraping his teeth lightly against the skin. Kreslan shivered, and little bumps popped up across his body, making Vohne smile.

"You are so responsive."

"You are so dead if you don't get on with it," Krelan growled.

"I am. I am. Don't get your undies in a bunch." Vohne purred. "Oh wait, you aren't wearing any."

He let his hands roam across the newly exposed skin as he relished the feel of flesh against flesh. Touch starved. The phrase danced across his mind. No. Kreslan starved. Not just anyone could soothe his need for contact. Not just anyone could calm his restless soul, only this man. One special man in a sea of billions of souls was his mate.

"I missed you." Vohne flinched as soon as the words were out of his mouth.

Kreslan gave him an amused smile. "We were only apart a few hours."

"What can I say? I'm needy." Vohne stopped further comments with a kiss. Now wasn't the time to break the news to Kreslan. Nothing was going to stop him from claiming his mate, and he knew Kreslan would have tons of questions. Vohne would confess everything after they completed the bond. Right now wasn't the time to go into a metaphysical discussion.

At the touch of Kreslan's mouth, Vohne's body came alive. Moaning, he rubbed against his mate's pebbled abs, searching for the perfect friction to end the uncontrollable yearning he felt for the other man.

Calloused hands gripped his hips, stilling his motion. A snarl burst from his lips.

"Stop it," Kreslan commanded, his brown eyes firm.

"I need you." Vohne's voice was gravelly with need, the words almost indistinguishable.

"I know." Kreslan leaned up and gave Vohne a kiss on the cheek. The first spontaneous show of affection from his mate sent tremors through his body.

"I need to be inside you," he confessed.

"You need to get undressed first."

Vohne stripped off his clothing without regard to reusability. The sound of fabric stretching didn't distract him from watching his mate retrieve a tube of lubricant from a box under the bed. "Planning, were you?"

"I did a little shopping while you were out. I knew you would want to claim me when you returned. You aren't exactly shy about saying what you want."

"I'll never be shy about wanting you." It was best that Kreslan knew the truth. Vohne would always want him, and he would not be denied. Well, only by Kreslan and he hoped his mate wouldn't turn him away without reason. The Thresl-human mating was too intense for some matches. Luckily this was one mating that never had those kinds of problems. They'd had lots of other issues throughout the years, but sexual compatibility was never one of them.

Vohne's attention snapped to his mate when Kreslantried to wriggle away.

Vohne growled.

"You have to give me enough space to use the lube." Kreslan's brow wrinkled in a frustrated frown.

"No. That's my privilege." He gave his mate a look that he hoped conveyed his confusion over Kreslan's actions. "You really do need to read that book about Thresls."

"I keep trying to," Kreslan snapped, but it was hard to sound cross while your body was melting beneath another's touch. Vohne had to give his mate credit for trying.

"Thresls take their responsibilities seriously. From now on everything about you is mine to care for. Your body, your happiness, they are all mine."

"Yeah," Kreslan panted. "And what is my responsibility?"

"To not get killed." A responsibility his lover didn't always take seriously with disastrous consequences. But not this time. This time Vohne was going to keep him safe.

Kreslan froze beneath Vohne's hands. "What?"

"Never mind." Now wasn't the time to go over years of heartache and humor. Now was the time to solidify their relationship and renew their commitment to each other. Kissing his mate, Vohne made a silent vow. The same vow he'd made innumerable times before.

Forever. This time I will keep him forever.

Running his mouth down his lover's pebbled abs, Vohne licked every sexy bump. He enjoyed this tougher version of his mate. Joy bubbled through Vohne's veins like Nillrenian wine. They would win this time.

A sharp pain brought his head up.

"Ouch."

Kreslan gave a short laugh. "What are you thinking about?"

"Your hot body."

"I don't think so. It's like a humming in my mind."

"Talk later. Hot loving now." To keep Kreslan distracted, he swallowed his lover, taking his entire length to the back of his throat. There was plenty of time to discuss their past. Concentrating on their future was more important.

Kreslan let out a strangled scream.

Vohne purred. Clamping his hands around Kreslan's hips, he kept his mate still while he enjoyed the flavor of the man who tasted like the best of everything and owned Vohne's heart.

"I'm going to come," Kreslan warned.

"Excellent."

He sent the word to his mate, letting him know it was all right. Tasting his lover's essence was his goal. His right. Only his. The strong body beneath him jolted, giving up its essential fluid. Gripping Kreslan's hips, Vohne held him still while he sucked at the liquid. When he finally let Kreslan's cock leave his mouth, Vohne lapped at the sticky drips he'd missed with his rough tongue like a cat.

Kreslan panted, sucking in gasping breaths to fill his lungs. "I wanted to last longer."

Kreslan's eyes glowed like small suns, a sign of their bonding. As they grew closer, their powers would multiply. The stronger they bonded, the more powerful they'd become. This time there was no hesitation in Vohne's mind. Lessons from the past were learned well at great consequence. Conquer their enemies or perish, there was no in between. With his feral blood burning in his veins, Vohne smiled at his lover.

"Don't worry, mate. We just got started."

Chapter Six

The planet of Nillre shone like a jewel in space. Flashes of blue and gold greeted the spacecraft slowly drifting towards its surface.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Vohne's warm breath drifted across his bare neck, making Kres shiver. Bumps tingled across his skin at the other man's proximity. His fingers brushed the cheek so close to his own, smiling as he felt the little bits of beard growing out.

At his touch, Vohne purred, rubbing his face against Kres's hand. "You can stroke me anytime, lover."

Kres laughed. "That is possibly the worst line, ever."

Vohne laughed, warm puffs of breath across Kres's ear.

Kres turned his head a fraction, enough for their lips to brush across each other. Sparks of need danced up and down his spine, tightening his body.

The pilot's voice came over the speakers. "We are now approaching the planet of Nillre. Please strap in."

Kres groaned his disappointment but obediently settled back into his seat. Vohne growled and paced the aisle.

"What are you doing? You heard the pilot."

Vohne glanced out the window, around the cabin, out the window again.

"Vohne, strap in."

There were no other passengers besides Kres and Vohne. It was a private shuttle provided by the planet of Nillre to welcome back their king. After Vohne contacted them, they couldn't do enough. Unfortunately, Vohne had been unable to reach his brother, who was out when he called. Kres knew the lack of communication from his brother bothered Vohne. Only ten luxurious landing chairs filled the entire shuttle where fifty might crowd the space in a military craft.

Kres made sure all his buckles and snaps were fastened as he kept a wary eye on his lover. "What's the matter?" Vohne's pacing spiked his nerves.

"Something is wrong."

"What do you mean?"

Vohne pinned him with his amber gaze. "Don't you feel it?"

"All I feel is the ship descending. You need to get strapped in."

The man-cat's eyes widened. "We need to get you out of here."

"What?"

Kres didn't have time to argue or ask what the hell was going on. Vohne's claws came out. In two swipes he shredded Kres's harness.

"Stop that."

"No. You have to leave." The playful man of seconds ago vanished behind the cold amber gaze.

"I am leaving as soon as we land."

Vohne shook his head. "This shuttle will never land."

"What?"

Kres struggled as Vohne grabbed his arm, dragging him down the center aisle.

"Stop it. What the fuck is going on? Stop."

His shouts fell on deaf ears as the Thresl continued dragging him to the back of the ship.

With his free hand, the Thresl typed in a complicated code. A concealed door sprang open.

Vohne grabbed Kres's chin, forcing him to meet the Thresl's eyes.

"You must survive. No matter what, don't trust anyone. I will find you."

"No," Kres protested.

"Yes." Hard lips met his in a brutal, marking kiss. "You have been mine for centuries, and you will be mine again. Don't lose faith."

Running the words through his head, Kres was unprepared for the hard shove, propelling him into the escape pod. A whoosh of sound followed the door closing behind him.

"Vohne!" Kres pounded on the door, screaming. "Vohne!"

The captain's voice came over the intercom. "Your Highness, my radar has picked up some incoming ships. They must be your welcoming fleet."

"Somehow I doubt it," Vohne responded. "Fire the pod."

Kres scrambled to find the intercom. Pressing the button, he shouted into the receiver. "Don't you dare!"

Vohne's order overrode his. "Fire it, Captain, or I will have you court-martialed."

Fuck!

"Sorry, sir," the captain said. "I have to follow orders."

Kres understood the captain's dilemma, but he didn't have to like it. "If anything happens to Vohne, I will be coming for you."

There was a long silence. "Understood, sir."

A loud bang shook the pod. Kres thought at first it was the pod dislodging, until the captain's voice came over the intercom.

"We are being fired upon," the captain said in a calm voice. "What would you like me to do, Your Highness?"

"Eject the pod, Captain," Vohne ordered.

"Vohne!" Kres pounded on the door. He was going to kill the bastard when he got out of there.

"Pod ejecting," a robotic voice sounded.

"Travel well, my love." Vohne's voice was the last thing he heard. Another explosion sounded, then he was free, but was he free because the captain ejected the pod or because the ship was gone?

"Vohne," Kres whispered, sinking to the floor of the shuttle. Now what was he going to do?

* * * *

Vohne let out a relieved sigh as he heard the pod disengage. Closing his eyes, he prayed to the gods to deliver his lover to the planet below.

"Please let Kreslan make it safely," he whispered.

Another explosion rocked the shuttle.

"They are putting a tracking beam on the shuttle, Your Highness."

"Let them." Vohne hoped it kept them distracted. He needed Kreslan to make it to the surface. He didn't think he could survive this reincarnation if he lost his lover so early.

The shaking of the small craft told Vohne the shuttle was truly caught. He leaned against the smooth ship walls and breathed slow breaths to calm his inner beast. Whiffs of his lover still filled the cabin, soothing his nerves. He had to believe Kreslan would make it safely and forgive him for putting him in the escape pod.

He had no illusions about his lover giving him a piece of his mind once they were reunited down below, but as long as they were together again, he didn't care what punishment Kreslan wanted to dish out.

A loud clang shook him out of his mental reunion.

Squaring his shoulders, he braced himself to face whatever came through the door.

The captain's voice came over the intercom. "Should I let them in?" Vohne pressed the intercom button. "Might as well. If they break in, they'll only damage the shuttle."

A whoosh heralded the opening of the door.

Ten soldiers marched through. Seeing Vohne, they stopped in their tracks, staring at him as if they'd seen a ghost.

Vohne drew himself up to full height. "Is there a reason you're attacking your king?"

One of the Thresl, braver than the others, stepped forward, sweeping a low bow. "Forgive us, Your Highness. We were told an imposter was on board." The man's voice was shaky as he confronted his king.

Vohne's eyes scanned the group who entered the shuttle, five male human soldiers and six Thresl. The one who approached didn't appear to have a partner.

"Where is your human?"

"He died in The Great Purge. As I am only half Thresl, I survived."

"Ahh. I am sorry." At his transformation, Vohne regained all of his memories and the memories of his people. As a king he was one of the few Thresl who could retain the history of his people. He was their memory holder. While between reincarnations, a faction had arisen that wanted to free the Thresl from their human counterparts. One Thresl mating gone wrong created a bitter and dangerous man who wanted to put an end to what he considered the oppression of the Thresl. What the leader didn't acknowledge was, without humans, there were no Thresl. The original Thresl bonded with the humans in order to become a reasoning, intelligent being and not a slave to his beast. To break from the humans and other sentient creatures was to bring an end to their sentience.

The Great Purge was the product of this twisted leader who killed the Thresls' partners. His thinking was once a Thresl gained its sentient status a human partner was no longer necessary.

After killing many Thresl mates, the leader and his followers learned a powerful and painful lesson. Without their creators, they were only half a person. Many killed themselves, and the ones who didn't went crazy.

"How did you survive?" Even a half Thresl would have problems.

The soldier shivered. "I had conditioning. I'm hoping to rematch."

"Good luck."

"Thank you, Your Highness. I have orders to bring the imposter to the ship. Would you mind accompanying me?"

As politely as he worded the question, Vohne knew the soldier wouldn't leave without him.

"Of course."

The soldiers formed an honor guard around him, now acting as his protection instead of his captors.

"Don't forget to bring the captain aboard."

"Of course, Your Highness."

Vohne yearned to immediately go find Kreslan, but he still didn't know if it was safe.

Through several winding hallways he marched alongside the other men until finally he was brought to a large, luxurious chamber covered in thick carpet with a strong handsome man sitting behind a desk.

Looking straight into those familiar gold eyes, Vohne gave a wide smile.

"Greetings, brother."

Bleine walked over to Vohne. With brutal strength, he punched him in the face.

Vohne's head snapped back, his hand coming up to cup his cheek. "What the hell did you do that for?"

"For waiting so fucking long to come back! I had to go through an entire war without you. Where the hell have you been?"

Vohne looked into his brother's eyes and knew the past several hundred years had been hard on him. Without tragedy, a Thresl could live for centuries, even though only kings went through reincarnation.

"I don't know! Why did you shoot at me?"

"Because Jallryne said a false king would be coming."

"Who's Jallryne?"

"My human. She's a seer." His brother paled at the realization. Bleine had been manipulated.

"What happened to Klia?"

"She died in the purging. Jallryne was my second attempt. We bonded, but now I'm wondering if I chose incorrectly."

"You think she likes being queen too much?"

His brother thought it over. "Maybe. There have been whispered rumors." Bleine shrugged. "I thought it was court jealousy. The castle is a different place without you, brother. I never took the official title of king. It didn't feel right since I wasn't a true one." Bleine gripped Vohne's shoulder, shaking him slightly. "I always knew you would return, even as others doubted."

Fear churned Vohne's stomach. "How will my reception be?"

"It had better be welcoming." Bleine's cold tone indicated nothing less would be acceptable to him. "However, it is a tumultuous time. A struggle for power is underway. Even without Jallryne, there are others who would love to wrest the throne from me and call themselves king. Your long absence has brought out many contenders who would never dare to challenge the throne if you were there."

"We will put them back in their place and discover who has worked against us."

In his heart he knew his brother was beside him.

"Where's your mate?" Bleine looked behind him.

"You tried to blow up my shuttle. Where do you think he is?"

"Y-you sent him down below without protection?"

"Since when does a mate need protection from my people?"

"Since there are people who would love to capture him and use him against the newly awakened king."

"Anyone who touches him will die by my hand."

Bleine shook his head. "That still won't bring him back, and sadly, there are many who will die for their cause. Besides, even if they don't kill him, they might hold him for ransom."

Vohne let out a laugh. "Holding my mate will be more trouble than they might expect."

Bleine frowned. "In the past, he has always been a dreamer."

"Not his time." Vohne smiled. "This time he's a warrior."

Bleine's expression was one of utter horror. "Then the prophecy is true."

"What are you talking about?" His brother had always been the bookish one, while Vohne was the fighter.

"All the time you were gone, I searched the vault for reasons you weren't brought back. I couldn't understand. One of the oldest manuscripts I could find said that even for the king there is a final reincarnation. It will occur when your people need you the most."

"They needed me during The Great Purge."

Bleine nodded. "Which makes me worry about what's coming now. It said that in the final reincarnation the king's mate will be a warrior. A man suited to be a partner in the coming troubles. I shared this with Jallryne. If she is the deceiver like we believe, she'll be on the lookout for your mate. If he dies, this time he won't come back."

Fear rushed through Vohne. "We need to make sure that doesn't happen. Get this ship landed. I have to find my mate."

* * * *

It took several deep breaths and many images about the revenge he was going to take on his mate before Kres pulled it together. Picking himself up off the floor, he assessed the pod. With no idea of what situation he might land in, he popped open the provision chamber, and scanned the contents.

"Great!"

Finally, something had gone his way. The chamber was fully stocked.

The usual amenities lay inside. Food, jugs of water, snack bars, and tucked in the back, a military style survival dagger. Kres snatched up the dagger, tucked it in his boot, and filled his pockets with bars before cracking open a bottle of water. He needed to stay hydrated in case there wasn't a lot of water where he landed. Damn, he wished he'd asked Vohne more about his home planet instead of concentrating on getting into his pants. He paced the pod, occasionally glancing at the monitor to judge when he would land. If Vohne survived, he would go to the palace. Kres couldn't even think of the possibility of his lover's death. If Vohne were dead, he'd know.

A computerized voice came over the intercom.

"Impact in five minutes."

Kres sat down and fastened the buckle tight.

"You're keeping secrets from me, man-cat," Kres mused. Thinking over the hints and bits the Thresl had dropped, he worried about what the shifter hadn't shared.

"Impact in three minutes."

Sighing, Kres leaned his head back and closed his eyes. What the hell had happened to his life? A few days ago, he'd been more than happy to be a common soldier. Now he was a Thresl-mate to a king, a king who may or may not be alive.

"You have to be alive," he whispered. Luckily he didn't get much time to fixate on his lover's plight.

"Impact in one minute."

The pod slammed into the ground, bounced, and slammed into the ground again before rolling. When the pod finally stopped, Kres's insides were churning and his jaws ached from clenching his teeth.

He let out a breath of relief when the pod landed right side up.

Taking a few coping breaths, Kres unbuckled the safety harness with shaking fingers. He grabbed another bottle of water before he walked to the pod door. Programmed to release its occupants after landing, the door popped open at his approach.

"Sure, now you open," he grumbled, glaring at the silver orb.

Peeking out, Kres saw nothing but grass, trees, and a stone path. A long burn pattern scarred the earth from his landing.

"Looks like I'm walking."

He'd only taken a few steps towards the path when the sound of electronic thrumming filled the air. A whoosh of air accompanied the landing of a luxury air ship. It was a private ship, only sixty feet long emblazoned with a crest on the side.

Vohne.

Kres's heart beat doubled in speed.

Relief lightened his heart. He waited patiently for the ship to finish landing and the door to open. A pang of disappointment stabbed through his chest when a woman descended from the transportation, followed by official looking guards.

The woman approached him with a wide smile. "I was told you were on your way, King-Mate. I'm Jallryne. Welcome home."

Kres watched her approach, saw her enchanting smile and knew.

This is the enemy.

It was the expression in her eyes. As a soldier he'd learned to identify hidden motives and unfriendly opponents. She almost vibrated with rage. The closer she came with the armed men at her back the tighter his nerves became. He resisted the urge to go for his knife. Instead, he stayed as still as he could, calling upon hidden resources of control.

"I heard from my mate. The king is well and on his way to the castle. I'm to bring you to him."

Hearing that news from anyone else, Kres would have jumped up and down with joy, but he didn't want to get into that ship with her. He knew with a soldier's instinct, if he went into the ship with her, he wouldn't come out.

His gaze slid over her shoulder at the men standing at attention behind her.

The soldier on her left looked him in the eyes. Run, the man mouthed.

Kres's nerves snapped. Turning on his heel, he fled.

A scream of rage followed his disappearance. He headed towards the trees. He needed cover. He needed it now. A few stray blasts landed too close, scarring the ground beside him. From their proximity he knew it was from the soldier who told him to flee.

Anyone who could shoot that close easily could've hit him.

Not all the soldiers were on her side. Unfortunately, it only took one good shot to kill a man who had nothing but a knife to defend himself.

Long forgotten survivalist training rushed back into his mind as his feet found the quiet earth, instinctively missing the crunchy leaves and rustling undergrowth. If the deceitful bitch wasn't lying, Vohne lived.

If Vohne lived, he would find Kres. He just had to survive long enough for the reunion.

"You shouldn't be alive. She promised me you couldn't return," the woman screamed behind him.

A thick tree with low branches caught his eye. With a desperate leap, Kres grabbed the lowest branch, tucking his body close to the trunk. With slow, careful movements, he pulled himself to the branch above, his muscles screaming from the strain. Long, draping vines covered the space between branches protecting him from spying eyes.

Kres was reluctant to attack any of the soldiers. He didn't know which ones shared the warning soldier's views and which ones wanted to see his blood sprayed across the ground.

The woman was easy.

She wanted him dead.

If she came close enough, he would slit her throat with no remorse.

From his informal count of men rustling through the underbrush, there were ten of them along with the woman. He longed for his stun gun with a passion.

"Come out, King-Mate. Once you're gone, there will be no more problems. Once you're gone, there will be no more king. He'll never be able to survive your death this time."

Shit, she was going to hurt Vohne. Kres hoped if he didn't survive this, Vohne would be all right. The man-cat had said they needed more time together to be completely bonded. Kres hoped that increased Vohne's chances of living if the psycho bitch killed Kres.

Kres's mind went completely blank as his nerves vanished and a warrior calm took over.

She'd threatened his mate.

She must die.

Kres crouched among the leaves. Spreading his feet, he centered himself and steadied his balance, ready to spring and take her down. The soldiers might shoot him after, but he'd take out the danger to his mate first.

With silent motions, he slid the knife out of his boot, careful to keep his movements slow and quiet. Peering through the foliage, he watched her approach.

"Come out, King-Mate. As soon as my people at the castle take care of your mate, the pair of you can reunite in the afterlife. Maybe then he can keep better track of you."

Kres blocked out her words. He wasn't going to let her trick him into revealing his location. A bug buzzed past his ear. Kres didn't move, nor did he twitch when something bit him on the neck.

A few more steps.

She was directly beneath the trunk of the tree where he hid. Taking a slow breath, he bunched his muscles ready to leap when a series of blasts sounded through the forest. The woman's body flung back, ricocheted off the tree, and lay still.

One of the soldiers peered over at the woman. "Who shot her?"

"I did." A blond soldier walked up, approaching the body.

"I don't think so." A dark-haired soldier marched over. "See that mark through her heart. That's mine." He sounded ridiculously proud.

"Not so," the blond argued. "See that shot in her forehead. That killed her. I win."

"Hmm." The man who'd told Kres to run looked down at the body. The others deferred to him as the leader. "We'll have to have the coroner examine the body. That will determine the winner."

Kres stilled. They had a contest about who killed her?

"What about the king-mate?" one of the soldiers asked.

"We have to find him. If we return without him, we'd best plan on living in the prison yards."

The blond spoke up. "What if he isn't worthy? We should have a plan. I've never even met the king."

Kres had heard enough. Dangling from his perch, he dropped down behind the blond. Wrapping his right arm around the soldier's neck, he used his left hand to hold the knife blade close to the man's eyes.

"Don't even think about harming my mate," he warned. With a backwards snap of his foot, he knocked out the soldier trying to sneak up on him. The man fell to the ground with a thump. "I wouldn't do that." He locked eyes with the leader, who stared back with a cautious expression.

"No need to kill him, King-Mate. He's just talking like soldiers do. He wasn't going to harm the king. Were you, Friln?"

Kres lifted the knife a fraction.

"No, sir, I wouldn't harm your mate."

Kres heard the truth in the other man's voice. "I'm not inclined to like you people very much," he said in a hard tone.

"I thought you said he was a gentle soul," another soldier said to the leader. "He doesn't look so gentle to me."

"I'm Nelrin, the captain of the guard. The man you have under your knife is my mate Friln. I'd prefer if you didn't kill him."

"Did you really get a message the king is alive?"

Nelrin gave him a surprised look. "Yes. I heard it myself." His voice turned coaxing. "Come with us and we'll take you to him."

"Give me one of your weapons."

The leader held out his weapon towards Kres, handle first. Kres released Friln, shoving him towards Nelrin. He snatched the weapon when the leader grabbed at his mate.

Kres dropped the knife back into his boot and flipped the weapon to point at the soldiers. He carefully examined each of them before he lowered the blaster.

"If any of you plan on hurting my mate, think again. Now get me to the king."

Without another glance at the soldiers, Kres turned around and headed back to the shuttle.

He'd almost reached the shuttle when the world started to spin. His skin burned, itched, burned again.

With a gasp he dropped the gun.

As the light started to dim, he heard one of the soldiers curse. "Shit, he's been bit. He's going into shock. We've got to get him back to the palace."

Then everything went black.

* * * *

"I heard from the palace. Your mate is having an allergic reaction to a Syphin sting."

Vohne shook his head. "Poor thing. Did they give him an inoculation?"

"Yeah, he's fine now, but apparently he's ready to hand you your balls on a platter."

"I'm not surprised." Vohne smiled. "He's tough." He wasn't worried. Syphin bites were brutal, but they'd long ago created a shot that easily reversed the symptoms.

"Not so tough a little bug can't take him down," Bleine taunted.

Sweat beaded his brother's forehead. Ignoring Blein's teasing, Vohne looked more carefully at his sibling. "Are you feeling all right?"

"No. My soldiers did their job. I offered them a reward if they disposed of Jallryne. When we land, find out who killed her. The killer is your new captain of the guard. I had to make sure your new right-hand man was loyal, and she had to die to discover where their loyalties lie."

A sick churning spun Vohne's stomach. Rushing over, he grabbed his brother's arm and lowered him back to his chair. "You can survive this. She was a bad match."

"No. My time is over. I only lived to see you return to your throne. It isn't my fate to live any longer. I outlived my first mate and now my second. It's time for me to fade into the stars."

"I can't let you leave me, brother."

Bleine gave a thready laugh. "Some things even you can't control, brother. Watch your back. Jallryne had accomplices."

Vohne ran to the intercom. "Medic!" he shouted into the speaker. "I need a medic with a cryogenic processor."

"Immediately, Your Highness," a tinny voice responded.

"What are you doing?" Blein asked. His brother's skin turned an unnatural grayish tint before Vohne's eyes.

"I'm going to freeze you until I can find you a new mate."

Bleine laughed, a bare whisper of a sound. "You're insane."

"Maybe, but I can't lose you. Not now. You're all the family I have left."

"You have your mate."

Vohne felt a warm spot in his chest. "Yes, but he doesn't have our history. I can't lose you, Bleine. All the others are long gone. We are the last of our line."

"You have to have children. I left you a list at the castle."

"A list of what?"

"Of appropriate king bearers. Choose one and get her pregnant. There are several half-Thresls who would do nicely."

Vohne laughed, even as he felt tears forming in his eyes. "If I got some girl pregnant, I wouldn't have to worry about being the last of my line. My mate would fillet me."

"I didn't say touch the girl. There are many other ways. Besides, you will want a child for your mate also."

He thought of a little girl with Kreslan's beautiful eyes and felt his heart melt. Bleine coughed, a deep hacking sound as if he were spitting out his soul. Vohne rushed to his brother's side and helped him to the floor, just as the doors swung open and a medical team rushed inside.

"I want him frozen. We'll keep him in storage until we can find him a replacement," he commanded.

"Vohne, don't do this. Let me go."

"No!" He turned his attention to the medic. "Do what I said."

"But, Your Highness, if he doesn't want to be frozen…" the man unwisely protested.

"I am the king. Do as I say." He turned back to his brother. "Bleine, don't fight me on this. I will seek you out a new mate with the help of the advisors. Surely we can find one person to be yours."

Bleine stared at him for so long Vohne thought he would fight him. Finally he nodded.

"Do it," he commanded the medics who rushed to comply.

Vohne stood up, stepping aside as the medical team placed his brother in the metal cylinder. A small clear window allowed him to watch the freezing gas fill the chamber. Bleine's gaze linked with his until his brother blinked no more, his frozen eyes focusing on nothing.

"Goodbye, brother," he whispered. A sense of incredible loss filled him. He hadn't even made it back to his kingdom and already he had a long to-do list. Oust the people who plotted against him, reunite with his mate, find his brother a mate of his own, and try to avoid Kreslan's knife when he discovered Vohne was looking for a surrogate to bear his children.

It was going to be a busy, busy time.

Chapter Seven

Vohne all but raced off the shuttle, his eyes scanning the landing area for his mate.

Ignoring the line of people eager to get a look at their king, Vohne moved through the crowd searching for Kreslan.

"I'm right here." The Thresl turned around. Pain exploded across his nose. "Ow, you hit me." He shook his head to get rid of the ringing in his ears.

"You shoved me into that damned pod, knowing you could die. Don't you ever do that to me again!" Kreslan's eyes glowed with rage.

Vohne blocked out the pain. Gripping his mate's handsome face between his hands, he forced the other man to meet his eyes. "I love you too."

Not giving Kreslan a chance to reply, he crushed his mate's mouth with his lips. Flavor exploded across his tongue. Licking inside, he wallowed in the taste and scent of his man.

Mine.

To have his strong mate in his arms again soothed Vohne's inner beast. Kreslan's heart thrummed beneath his touch. "I'm sorry I sent you away, but I'd do it again if your life was threatened."

His mate's eyes narrowed. "I should've hit you harder."

Vohne laughed. Wrapping his arms around his mate, he breathed in the scent of the one person in the universe who represented everything perfect in his life. Kreslan smelled like home.

"Your Majesty?" Vohne looked up to see a large Thresl soldier standing behind Kreslan's shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Your mate is still weak from the bite. He needs to rest."

Vohne leaned back to get a good look at Kreslan. His mate lifted a brow at him. "I'm well enough to kick your butt."

He kissed the tip of his human's nose. "I love it when you get feisty."

"You might like it less with my boot up your ass."

Vohne's sharp hearing picked up the quickly stifled laughter of the soldier standing at attention behind Kreslan's right shoulder.

"What's your name?"

"I am Nelrin, captain of the guard, at least until you assign someone else."

"My brother said the man who killed his mate would be my captain."

Nelrin nodded. "We are still investigating who killed her. Until then I will be happy to stand in place of your future captain. My mate is one of the contenders for the title." He waved a beckoning hand towards the crowd, and a blond human joined the other man. Vohne could tell they were a matched pair.

"We will meet and discuss strategy in the morning. First I need to reconnect with my man."

"I'd be honored to escort you to your rooms."

Vohne took Kreslan's arm, leading his mercurial mate along with him.

"I'm still mad at you," Kreslan whispered.

"Good, we can have make-up sex."

Kreslan laughed, tension running off him like water. Vohne knew he needed to clear things up with his lover and find out what had happened after his mate landed, but his body yearned for the man of his heart and wouldn't be denied.

He nodded politely to anyone he passed, dragging Kreslan along after him.

"Here you go, Your Majesty." Nelrin and his mate both bowed as the pair passed into the room.

Vohne slammed the door in the soldiers' faces, ignoring the snickers from the other side. Juveniles.

Turning to his mate, he let out a growl. "Why are you still dressed?"

Kreslan rolled his eyes. "Because we've been here about five seconds, and I didn't think you wanted me to strip in front of your soldiers."

Vohne snarled at his mate. "They are our soldiers, and I don't care what they see as long as they don't touch." He marched over to his mate and ripped his shirt in half. "You are mine, and I'll challenge anyone who tries to take you from me." Possessive before, now his feral nature pushed at him to claim his man. "There is one thing you should learn about Thresls, my love. Humans might form us, but make no mistake, you belong to me."

* * * *

Kres melted beneath his mate's hands and mouth. All the angry words saved for this moment vanished as his mind went blank and his body pliant. Moans rolled up his throat in a fair imitation of a Thresl purr.

"Yours. Anything." His bones damned near melted beneath his lover's onslaught. "Mmmm." Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Kres's body tried to mold to his mate.

A loud tearing sound and a sudden breeze alerted him to his absence of pants. Pulling away, he glanced down. "How come I'm naked but you're still dressed?"

Vohne gave him a toothy smile. "I'm just lucky I guess."

Flexing his powerful muscles, the Thresl picked Kres up and carried him to the bed where he laid Kres down with tender care. Vohne looked at him with such love in his eyes that Kres blinked back tears.

"Don't cry, my love. I will never leave you, never lose you, and never care for another as long as I live. Our souls were entwined at the dawn of time, and we will be together until it ends."

Kres gave his lover a watery smile. "Strip, gorgeous. I need to bond."

Vohne purred. "Anything for you, my mate."

First he peeled off his shirt, exposing smooth skin and a set of rippled abs, then with a sexy swagger, he unfastened his pants, dropping them with little fanfare. The lack of underwear was almost as sexy as the expression of lust and love on his mate's face.

There was no doubt in Kres's mind. Vohne loved him.

When the larger man slid across him, Kres's back bowed with the sensation. Tingles of want and need sparked a firestorm of desire throughout his body. "Fuck me," he whispered over the lump in his throat.

The gentle touch of his mate seared his soul.

A soft rustling had him snapping his eyes open, eyes he hadn't realized were closed.

Vohne gave him a wide smile. "Just getting something to slick you up, my love."

"Hurry or I'll finish without you." It wouldn't take much effort either. His body was primed.

A low laugh met his words. "Hold on, my darling." Slowly, one finger then two filled him, replacing the gaping emptiness he'd felt over their separation.

"More." Not enough. He needed more.

"Patience, lover."

"Don't make me hurt you," Kres snarled at the teasing glint in his lover's eyes.

"You wouldn't hurt me, darling, because then I couldn't do this." Vohne pressed the tip of his cock at the entrance of Kres's hole.

"Please," Kres begged, pushing into the sensation. "I need you."

"You have me, always." Vohne filled his lover slowly as Kres gasped and writhed on his lover's cock.

"More."

"Patience, my love. I want to savor this moment."

"Savor it any more and I'll introduce you to my new knife."

Vohne laughed as he entered Kres, causing an odd sensation, but Kres didn't care. Finally, the Thresl filled him.

"Fuck me!" Kres demanded.

"Oh, I will." Vohne gave a throaty purr. With the same excruciating slowness, he moved in and out of his lover until Kres locked his heels behind Vohne's back and impaled himself on his mate's cock.

"Yes," he hissed.

Vohne gave a convulsive pump of his hips. "Sneaky bastard," he growled.

"That's me." He'd given up everything to be with this man. He deserved a reward. "Fuck me like you mean it."

Vohne gave Kres a long, slow kiss. "I always mean it."

With Kres urging him on, Vohne's movements became harder, rougher, until the lovers lost control and the smell of spunk filled the air.

Kres felt a momentary sense of abandonment when Vohne pulled out of his body. A soft cry of protest left him.

"Shhh, love, I'll be right back."

Vohne went through a doorway, returning quickly with a warm cloth. With tender care, he wiped Kres down, letting his love show through his touch. After disposing of the towel, he returned, sliding onto the bed next to Kres.

Vohne's eyes were warm and melty as they looked down at him. Kres smiled.

"I would cross the galaxies to see that smile," Vohne vowed to his mate.

Kres couldn't stop the soft laugh. "You already did, darling, you already did."

* * * *

The next morning Kres sneaked out of bed, dressed quickly, and slipped his knife into his right boot. Vohne made a soft sound as he left their bed but otherwise didn't awaken. Kres blew him a kiss before leaving their bedroom. Yesterday he hadn't gotten much of a chance to look over the castle before his mate arrived. From what Vohne had said, there were enemies within its walls, and Kres was more than willing to flush them out.

Closing the door, he was startled out of his thoughts by a voice behind him.

"Going somewhere, King-Mate?"

Kres spun around. Nelrin and Friln stood behind him, arms crossed in front of their chests as if they were ready to scold a recalcitrant child.

"Gentlemen." Kres gave the soldiers a respectful nod. "What are you two doing here?"

"The coroner declared Friln the winner. He is your new captain of the guard, but as I am the most senior, I came to watch his back. We never travel in less than pairs, preferably with our mate."

"Makes sense." Unfortunately to Kres, it meant two men to distrust at a time instead of one. "Well, go ahead and continue your guard. The king is still asleep inside."

Kres spun on his heel.

Nelrin stepped in his path.

"Is there a problem?" He didn't want to hurt the other man, but he wouldn't be stopped either.

"I doubt the king would approve of you wandering around the castle alone. Let me call a guard for your escort."

Kres gave Nelrin a vicious smile. "The king knows I'm a big boy and can handle walking down the corridor without incident."

"But it would cause an incident," Nelrin argued. "As king-mate you are the second most valuable person on the planet. There should be a pair of guards with you at all times."

"Well, you'd best get back to guarding the first most valuable person and leave me alone."

Kres shoved Nelrin aside, only to be stopped by a hard grip around his wrist.

"Good morning, my love," Vohne purred. "Going somewhere?"

He could tell by the look in the king's eyes, he'd heard everything.

* * * *

Vohne saw the determination in his mate's eyes, and his heart sank to his feet. "You can't just go into the court and hunt down anyone who disagrees with me."

Kreslan gave him a feral smile worthy of a Thresl. "I can if that disagreement leads to them trying to kill you. Somewhere, someone knows who is behind this entire thing, and we know it wasn't just Jallryne. She said someone in the castle was going to finish you. She sounded extremely confident."

"And you think marching around and threatening people will get you the answer you seek? No one is going to raise their hand and say it was them. Planning a coup takes a great deal of stealth."

Kreslan's beautiful eyes narrowed. "So what should I do then, hmm? Wait around for someone to stab you in the back? Wait for one of your adoring courtiers to poison your food?"

Vohne sighed. It would be difficult to rein in his love. "We have to be discreet."

Nelrin cleared his throat.

"Yes?"

"Pardon, Your Highness, but I've asked around a bit. Since most people couldn't stand Jallryne, I paid attention to those who were most concerned about her death. The royals who expressed the most worry about her demise and your ascension as king were Duke Hellbur and Lady Nelb."

"What do you know about these two?" Kreslan asked with a frown of concentration on his face.

"There is still the question of what or who prevented me from reawakening. We should've been together the past hundreds of years. Something stopped us."

Kreslan's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about? I'm human. I get the one life and then I'm done."

Vohne gave into the temptation to touch his mate, running his fingers through his lover's hair. "You are my Thresl mate, and we are bound by fate, time, and the gods to meet in every lifetime. In the next few months, your memories will return, and you will know all that you've known before. I'd love to know what you did in those lives where we never met."

Kreslan stepped away from his touch, making Vohne's heart skip a painful beat.

"Are you saying I get born over and over again?"

"Yes, but according to my brother, this will be our last incarnation."

"So if we die this time and aren't reincarnated, what happens to us?"

"No one knows. I've always thought eventually we become one with the stars like the other Thresls." Vohne's gaze snapped to the guards. Shit, he probably shouldn't have said that out in the open hallway. His enemies would love to get their hands on that type of information. No matter how many times he reincarnated, there was always some power-hungry idiot who thought they could lead the Thresls better.

"Don't worry, the hallway is secure." Nelrin's gaze swept the area. "Any words between you won't pass from me or my mate."

The blond nodded his agreement of the Thresl's words. "I won't say anything."

"Nevertheless, let's take this into our room." Vohne pulled Kreslan along, slamming the door in the guards' faces.

"That wasn't polite," Kreslan commented.

"I don't want them to know everything. The less people know, the better our odds of winning. We need to see who is on our side."

"I still can't believe I reincarnated."

"Believe it. However, because we reincarnate, we have long memories and even longer grudges. I need to reacquaint myself with my old allies along with my old enemies. Over the years, people change sides and I won't know until I see them."

Kreslan frowned. "So all Thresls reincarnate?"

Vohne shook his head. "Kings reincarnate; the rest of the Thresls live extremely long lives. The oldest living Thresl is three thousand years old."

"Wow." He could see Kreslan trying to wrap his head around that information.

Kreslan tilted his head curiously. "How will you know by sight?"

"Their scent. Deceit has a certain smell. I have the best nose in the palace, or at least I did. Those who try to destroy me will also try to avoid me so I won't know they are guilty. It's important that you stay by my side. I can't lose you, and you won't be able to sort the good people from the bad. Don't go to anyone I haven't approved and keep guards with you at all times."

His lover's stubborn expression made his heart sink. "I mean it, Kreslan. I won't survive if anything happens to you. A Thresl needs his mate, which is why my brother is a frozen princecicle instead of by my side. Others will try to harm you to get to me. Don't give them the opportunity."

Kreslan gave Vohne a wicked smile. "They will find it harder than they think to kill this human."

Vohne nodded. "Agreed, but I'd prefer you stayed by my side."

"Really?" Kreslan took a step forward, his hungry eyes sweeping Vohne's body. "Because I'd like to stay on top of you, or beneath you, or maybe even inside you. I think I was hasty in leaving our bed this morning."

Vohne swallowed the moisture pooling in his throat as his mate grabbed him, slamming their bodies together. As Kreslan kissed him with a burning fervor, Vohne's only thought was he loved this incarnation of his mate, he really did.

* * * *

Two hours later they left their rooms newly showered and dressed. Kres fidgeted beneath the formal clothes his lover made him wear.

"Stop wiggling," Vohne remonstrated.

"I can't help it." The clothing was restricting. The only saving grace was the high boots that let him bring his knife.

"You need to walk like a king, not wiggle like a little boy." Vohne took one step away from his lover as he finished talking.

"I can still stab you from here," Kres growled.

The Thresl laughed. "Yeah, but you'd miss me too much."

The guards fell into step behind them. "You look real nice, King-Mate," Nelrin said.

"Thank you, Nelrin."

"He's right my mate, you look real pretty." Vohne flashed him a wicked grin.

"I won't miss you," Kres snarled.

The guard shifted to stand next to Vohne.

"It's safer near me," the king whispered loudly with a wink towards his mate.

"Don't bet on it."

The four men walked down the halls until they reached an enormous room with dozens of people milling about. A cheer went up when they caught sight of Vohne.

One man separated from the crowd. His elaborate clothing put Kres's outfit to shame, and his blond hair was brushed to a high sheen. Rushing over to Vohne, he kneeled before the king.

"My liege, I'd like to say I and my house are thrilled at your return. Some said you'd abandoned us, but I knew that day would never come."

Kres gave Vohne an incredulous look. His mate smirked back.

"Easy, mate," Vohne's voice whispered in his head.

Releasing his clenched hands, Kres realized his right hand was creeping towards his knife. When had he turned so violent? Although he'd trained as a soldier, it wasn't until he became the Thresl's mate that his more violent tendencies had come to the forefront. Anyone who wandered too close to Vohne became the enemy.

"Kreslan, this is Duke Hellbur." He helped the duke up, releasing his hold as soon as the man was on his feet. Walking over to Kres, he put his arm around Kres's waist. "Your Grace, this is my mate, Kreslan Piers."

"Nice to meet you, King-Mate."

Kres nodded. "Same here." Vohne's grip tightened on his waist, letting him know his voice was less than sincere.

The duke looked amused at Kres's combative tone. "I'm glad to see you've reunited again. We all worried you wouldn't come back."

"So I hear. Now the question is why it took so long."

Hellbur frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you think it a little strange it took me so long to return?"

The duke straightened his tie as he looked at the pair. "I thought you wanted a break or something. After hundreds of years of rule, you deserved some time off."

"And you thought I'd take it in the middle of a crisis? That I'd let the Thresl mates be purged and not rush home?"

Hellbur paled. "You're right, but in the middle of a war against our mates, it was difficult to think clearly."

"I heard some people want to take his place," Kres grumbled. He didn't like the way the duke looked at his mate.

"There have been some rumbles." He cast an apologetic look at Vohne. "You were gone a long time, Your Highness. My house is eager to renew our vows to your service."

Vohne gave a nod. "There will be a renewal ceremony tomorrow. It will be interesting to see who shows up."

The duke gave an uncomfortable smile. "There are some who want to go their own way, claiming the monarchy is outdated. Some memories have faded over time."

This time it was Kres sending calming thoughts to his mate when he felt Vohne start to growl.

"Maybe it's time to remind people why they need a king."

* * * *

Kres spent the rest of the day pretending he was happy to meet people. He wished he had enhanced senses or superpowers or anything to help him sniff out the back-stabbing betrayal of the court members who'd tried to harm his mate and would try again.

As big as he talked, he could feel Vohne's pain at his people's betrayal. Even though he gave a good front as a calm and confident ruler, Kres could feel the insecurity and hurt Vohne hid just beneath the surface as they walked through the palace greeting people.

Vohne gripped his arm as if reading his unease. Considering their link, maybe Kres's Thresl did experience his emotions. He gave his lover a smile.

"Greetings, King and King-Mate." A beautiful woman with shining black hair and sparkling blue eyes curtsied to them. Kres sized her up, wondering if the knife belted around her waist was ornamental or functional. He moved slightly in front of his lover until Vohne tightened his hold and pulled him back.

The woman's mouth quirked into a smile. "I'd heard you were protective, but I hadn't heard the king couldn't take care of himself."

Kres bared his teeth in a facsimile of a smile. "Want me to show you what I can do with your knife?"

She laughed, but he noticed she did add a little space between the king and herself. "I am Niafe, daughter of Lady Nelb. I've come to warn you, Your Highness, my mother means you ill will."

"And you just happened to come by to warn us because you are such a devoted subject?" Kres said, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

"Easy, mate," Vohne murmured in his ear. "No reason to kill the messenger."

"She's not the messenger. A messenger would be someone carrying a message from one person to another. She's the source."

"I have a message from my mother."

Vohne gave him a smug smile.

"Darn." Kres scuffed his boot on the ground then afterwards felt guilty. Some worker would probably stay up all night obsessing about that smudge on the surface of his shiny boots. Maybe he'd hide them when he got back to the room.

"Focus, Kres," Vohne admonished. "What's your mother's message, my lady?"

"I'm supposed to stab your mate." She announced the words like she should be given a medal for not following her mother's directive.

Vohne shoved Kres behind him. "And why didn't you?"

Niafe laughed. "Two reasons. Firstly, I've read the old texts and I don't follow her beliefs, and secondly, your mate's knife looks bigger than mine."

Chapter Eight

They pulled Niafe into an empty room to minimize the amount of people who could listen in. The guards blocked the door after a moment of argument. Neither of them trusted Niafe, but Vohne insisted.

Unable to override the orders of their king, the men reluctantly waited outside.

"You're very brave to meet me alone."

Vohne shrugged. "As you stated. My mate has a very large knife. You make the wrong move, and he will gut you."

Niafe paled, giving Kreslan a nervous look. He felt a momentary pang of guilt for making it appear that his mate was a man seconds from snapping, but the smile Kreslan gave Niafe had him holding back a laugh. His lover was extremely protective.

"Don't worry. As long as you don't make any sudden movements, you're safe enough," Kreslan said.

"Why don't we sit down?" Vohne motioned towards the table and chairs. They'd wandered into one of the meeting rooms scholars generally used for their studies or to debate their views. From the cobwebs decorating the ceiling, he had a feeling they'd strayed from that path.

Once they were settled with Niafe sitting across from them, closer to Vohne than Kreslan, she began her story.

"Ever since I was little, my mother told me how she should be the one ruling the kingdom. I used to dream of growing up and becoming queen."

Kreslan gave a growl worthy of a Thresl.

Vohne hid his smile.

"I don't dream of that any more." She held up a hand in defense. "I did until I grew old enough to understand my mother is insane. She did something. I don't know what, but she did something to stop you from returning. There's a man she goes to. A magic user. I think he cast a spell to stop your resurrection."

"Where is he now?" Vohne asked.

"He died many years ago, which is why I think you were able to come back."

"We need to find out what he did so it can't be done again," Kreslan said.

"That's not all." Niafe's voice was rushed as if she wanted to get it all out like ripping of the bandage. "Mother has recruited some soldiers. She plans to take over the castle in three days."

"Why in three days?" Kreslan asked.

Niafe turned her brilliant eyes to Kreslan. "Because that's when your marriage ceremony is planned."

Vohne flinched at the glare from his mate's eyes. "And when were you going to share that happy news?" Vohne checked to see if icicles had formed in the air from the chill in his mate's voice.

"Could you give us a moment?" he asked Niafe.

She gave him an innocent smile. "I'll be right out in the hall bugging your guards."

"It won't take long." Especially if Kreslan impaled him with his dagger like his eyes were promising to do.

Vohne waited to talk until she'd left the room. Once the door shut behind her, he slid to one knee before his lover, his life, his mate. Taking Kreslan's left hand between his own, he looked up at the one person he adored above all others and always would. "It is tradition for the king to re-marry his mate after each reincarnation. You have been my husband for hundreds of years. Each time you die, I die with you, and when we meet up again, we renew our vows. It's assumed by all you would be willing to marry me again." He hoped his eyes reflected the deep feelings he had in his heart for this one man. "Were they wrong?"

Kreslan's handsome face changed from annoyed to confused. "How many times have we gotten married?"

Vohne smiled. His lover hadn't said no. There was still hope. He really didn't want to go in front of his people and tell them his mate refused his hand in marriage. It would undermine his legitimacy and cause issues later on, but there was no way he was going to bring that up to his mate. He wouldn't pressure him. He'd already taken away all of Kreslan's other choices in life. He wouldn't take this choice away too. "More times than I care to count," he confessed, mostly because each time they reincarnated, it was because they'd died before.

Kreslan shifted in his chair but still let Vohne hold onto his hand. "A guy just likes to be asked."

Vohne's head snapped up. His mate's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Would you do me the honor of being my husband?"

A teasing smile tilted the edges of Kreslan's mouth. "Depends what you're offering. I mean, you have to top the offers from the other guys I have lined up."

"Hmmm, that's tough. You could be a co-ruler of an entire kingdom," he offered in a hopeful voice.

Kreslan shook his head. "I'm not really into that kind of power. I'm a low key kind of guy."

"Hmm. Riches. I can buy you anything you desire."

Kreslan shook his head again. "Money can't buy happiness."

"You're a tough man to please," Vohne said, playing with Kreslan's fingers as he thought. "How about my undying love and devotion? I can promise I'll never stray, and if I haven't stopped loving you by now, it's never going to happen. Besides, I've already killed all the competition and I'm all you've got left."

Kreslan laughed. "Well, if you put it that way, I guess I'll have to take you."

Vohne stood up, leaning over his mate. "So you'll marry me?" He didn't want any question in Kreslan's mind that he'd agreed to this marriage.

"Yes, I'll marry you."

"Good." Vohne slid his fingers into Kreslan's hair and pressed their lips together. The familiar flavor of his mate set his body on fire. He wanted to throw his mate on the table and cement their bond, but he knew they needed to talk to Niafe about their plans first. Giving Kreslan one last kiss, he marched over to the door and ripped it open.

"Come in," he growled to Niafe.

Sitting in the chair beside his mate, Vohne gathered his thoughts on how to thwart another uprising.

"Who do you see as my biggest adversaries?" Vohne asked Niafe.

Niafe shifted in her seat, folding her fingers and setting them in her lap. "I don't want you to think badly of me, Your Highness. Going against my family was a difficult decision."

"I understand," Vohne said as a thought occurred to him. "What is your heritage?"

"Half human, one half Thresl. My father was human."

"Was?"

"Yes, he died in The Purge. Mother hasn't remated."

The silence was filled with the weight of knowledge.

"That's why she's losing her sanity, isn't it?"

Niafe nodded. "It's been a slow slide, but even some of her supporters have urged me to take her place." She gave Vohne a guilty look. "I would never betray you, Your Highness. I believe you were chosen by a higher power, and I support your and your husband's rule."

Kreslan gave a choking cough.

Vohne kicked him. "Stop it. Whether you want to or not, you're going to rule with me."

"I'm not wearing a crown, and I'm keeping my knife."

Damn, the man was cute when he pouted.

"Deal."

Niafe laughed.

He really liked this woman. This would all go better if his brother was there to advise him. A kernel of an idea grew in his mind. If Niafe wasn't mated, maybe she would be a good candidate for Bleine. At least he could introduce them. It would probably be best if he had several potential mates for his brother to choose from. If there was a connection between them, Bleine might not have noticed it while he was bonded with Jallryne. "How well do you know my brother?"

A blush covered Niafe's cheeks. "We've spoken a few times."

"Setting up your brother?" Kreslan asked.

"Possibly. Niafe, if you were connected to the throne through my brother, do you think your mother would lose her supporters?"

"What?" Kreslan sat up straight. "She'll have you assassinated and let her daughter take over."

"No." Niafe shook her head. "Not if we sell it to the people that I am also an advisor. That would buy us time to figure out what to do about my mother. She must be controlled."

"Can she be re-mated?" Vohne wondered if she could be saved if they found her another mate.

"I doubt it." Niafe frowned. "Who would mate with a madwoman?"

"Good point."

"It might not work," Niafe said. "I've always thought we had a spark, but as he was bonded, I didn't pursue him."

Vohne turned to look at his mate, who sat quietly beside him.

"What are you planning?"

Kreslan gave him a sweet smile. "Nothing, dear."

"Uh huh." Why did his mate's innocent smile not reassure him at all?

They spent the next hour discussing how to counteract an invasion with Niafe filling in the details of her mother's plan.

"My mother will change everything if she finds out I talked to you. You must be prepared for anything. Keep your most trusted men close around you. You and your mate's lives are in danger."

"I've been through this more than once. I know how to quell an uprising. I'll try to save your mother, but make no mistake, if the only way to end this is to kill her, I won't hesitate to do what is right for my people. Having them led by an unbalanced, power hungry Thresl isn't in anyone's best interests."

* * * *

Kres watched the pair interact and wondered what Vohne's brother was like. If he was anything like Kres's mate, Niafe would be a good match.

"Don't you think, love?" Vohne asked.

"Huh?" He'd been so busy watching his lover he hadn't paid attention to what he said.

Vohne laughed. "You weren't paying attention, were you?"

Kres shrugged. "I figure you'll tell me anything I need to know, and since I don't know any of the people you're talking about, it doesn't make any sense to me." All he really understood was Lady Nelb needed to die. He could take care of that while Vohne dealt with the intricacies of court life. Kres was a soldier. He saw things more black and white than his surprisingly complex thinking lover. Who knew when he first met the man-cat that Vohne would turn out to be a reincarnated king and Kres's soul mate?

"If you paid attention, you would know who your enemies are," Vohne scolded.

"I'm sure he was paying attention," Niafe interjected. Poor girl thought she could head off a fight.

Kres decided to try out their link. "You can explain it to me later. Use little words and lots of lube." Kres sent telephathically to his mate with what he hoped was a sultry look to his lover. He was still hard from their foreplay a moment ago.

The king gave Kres the smile he thought of as his. The one that crinkled his nose and brought out the sparkle in his eyes. Vohne leaned over, pressing a hot hard kiss on Kres's lips.

"It's a date, my treasure."

Niafe cleared her throat pulling them back to the present.

The next two hours passed in a dull flipping of his knife as papers came out to write down plans and possible enemies.

"I still don't trust Hellbur," Kres commented. "Even if Lady Nelb is behind all this, there's nothing to say Hellbur isn't helping her."

Vohne broke off his conversation with Niafe to face his mate. "True, but I didn't get a sense of deception when I spoke to him."

Kres disagreed. "There's something oily about him. I didn't like how he looked at you."

"Hellbur has always had a crush on the king," Niafe said.

"How do you know?" Kres asked.

"I read it in a courtier's diary I found in the archives. He apparently wanted to bind your houses years ago, but you turned him down."

"It's unnatural for two Thresls to match even for a monarchy. I would still need my soul mate, and Kres, even in his mildest incarnation, wouldn't tolerate sharing me."

"True." He didn't know what his previous forms were like. Some of his memories were returning but just in flashes and bits. Not enough to form more than a brief idea of what he was like before. "I can promise if Hellbur wants the same thing now, it's not going to happen."

Vohne laughed. "I'm sure he knows after meeting you. If not, I'll be happy to inform him."

It was late when the talking finally finished. They ate a light dinner and went to bed.

Their lovemaking was slow and sweet, and when it was over, Kres fell asleep in the arms of the man he loved more than life.

He woke with people banging on the door.

"Go away!" he shouted. Blinking, it took him a moment to realize he was alone in bed.

Where the hell did his lover go?

The door slammed open and a dozen soldiers entered.

"King-Mate, we're here to arrest you for the murder of Lady Nelb," an unfamiliar soldier announced in a voice ringing with authority.

"What?" The sleepy fog clouding his mind blew away, leaving him awake but confused.

Nelrin approached the bed, crouching beside it until they were at eye level. "Your knife was found next to Lady Nelb's body."

"Nonsense, it's right there." Kres pointed towards the bedside table where he'd set it the night before.

Kres sat straight up, staring at the bare spot. "Shit." His knife was gone.

"We don't blame you for killing her. Arresting you is only for show. Please get dressed and come with us."

Looking at the guards, he saw not one of them blamed him for the supposed murder.

"Um, all right." Dressing quickly, he let them lead him away. Now he had to figure out who killed Lady Nelb and framed him for it, but the bigger question was where the hell was his lover.

Kres followed the soldiers, mentally preparing for the rigors of a jail cell. What he wasn't ready for was the luxurious office he was shown inside. Lush carpet sank beneath his booted feet and a soft couch with a wide padded seat dominated the room.

"We thought you'd be more comfortable here, Your Majesty," Nelrin said in an apologetic tone as if expressing regrets for the lack of proper accommodations.

"I'm not the official king-mate yet," Kres reminded him.

"Trust me, after this, you will be more than accepted by the populace," Nelrin said with a smile. "Anyone who had doubts before won't now. You will be seen as the enforcer, the king's right hand."

He watched in astonishment as the soldiers all gave him a respectful salute before leaving the room. Nelrin was the last man out.

"We'll make sure no one bothers you while we wait to find out what the king's reaction will be."

"Don't I get to defend myself?"

Nelrin shook his head. "Heroes don't need to defend themselves. It will likely be a slap on the wrist or community service. It will be decided by the victim's closest family and confirmed by the king."

Kres was still mulling that over when the soldiers left. Wasn't it convenient that he'd met Niafe last night and her mother ended up stabbed with his knife? Kres didn't believe in coincidences. Beautiful Niafe was up to her pretty little neck in all this. A neck he imagined throttling when he got out of this place.

Where the hell was his mate? Wasn't he supposed to sense when Kres was upset? Maybe he wasn't upset enough. The entire situation felt unreal, like he was still dreaming, although the calm way the soldiers brought him here took away some of his worries. Plopping down on the comfortable couch, he propped his feet on the cushioned ottoman and wondered how to verify Niafe had set him up for murder.

* * * *

Vohne sat at his desk, flipping through the hundredth piece of paperwork. A lot of the information was on the machine on his desk, but the really old stuff was still on paper. He'd sneaked out of their bed early to get some work done, hoping to return to his mate before Kreslan awoke. Looking at the bright sun outside, he was pretty sure he'd failed.

Rubbing his eyes, he tried to focus on the paper again.

A knock at the door had him lifting his head. "Enter."

Nelrin walked into the room, a wide smile on his face. His mate Friln followed behind.

"We've got your mate in lockdown if you'd like to go see him."

Vohne jumped to his feet. "Why would you arrest Kreslan?"

"His knife was found by Lady Nelb's body. Lady Niafe demanded we take your king-mate into protective custody. When you weren't in your room with your bonded, we took him into protective custody in case one of Lady Nelb's supporters went looking for him."

"Were anyone else's fingerprints found on the knife?"

Nelrin shrugged. "We didn't bother looking. It's not like it matters anyway. You're not going to have your mate put in the dungeon. Besides, Lady Niafe hates her mother, and I doubt she's even going to press charges. She merely demanded we protect your king-mate against repercussions, not charge him with anything."

Niafe. For the first time Vohne wondered if maybe he had his attention on the wrong family member.

After Nelrin left, Vohne concentrated on his lover. His first instinct was to go free him, but protective custody meant Kreslan was out of danger. It would do him good to stay put for a bit until Vohne found out what really happened.

"You all right, love?" He sent the question down their shared link. The connection felt stronger than ever before.

"I hate your planet!"

Vohne laughed.

"Did you kill Lady Nelb?" He didn't really think Kreslan had. Not that his lover wasn't capable of murdering anyone, because he was, but more than that, he didn't have the opportunity as the man was beside him all night.

"No. But everyone is too busy congratulating me to listen."

"Ahh. Sit tight, love. I'll come check on you in a bit."

"Take your time. I'll let you know before I die of boredom."

"Thank you. I'd appreciate that."

He could feel annoyance more than anything along their connection before he broke off communication. It wouldn't do for him to rush to his lover's defense. If Kreslan was going to prove himself as a true king-mate, he needed to take care of his own issues. Vohne would only step in if absolutely necessary. He couldn't let anyone harm his mate, but Kreslan wasn't made of glass either.

A soft knock at the door drew his attention.

"Enter."

Niafe sauntered into the room, triumph glowing on her face.

Vohne examined her carefully as she entered the room. The woman dressed as befitted a lady of the court, in sheer layers of locally woven fabric, but it was the look in her eyes that had him shifting uneasily in his seat.

"Good morning, Your Highness. I hear your mate has taken care of our little problem."

Gone was the sincere woman from yesterday. The girl who'd reluctantly plotted against her mother and helped him strategize his defense had vanished behind this confident, conniving woman.

"You don't look like you're too upset about her death."

Niafe shrugged. "I've lived under my mother's thumb for enough years. This is more a relief than a moment of mourning."

Vohne propped his elbow on the desk and rested his chin on his hand as he examined her. "Have a seat."

With a brilliant smile, she sat in the chair before his desk.

"Why did you frame my mate for your mother's death?"

Niafe's jaw dropped open for a second but she quickly recovered. "Why would you think I killed my mother?"

Vohne stared at her for a long moment.

Niafe jumped to her feet. "Fine! You want to hear I killed the psychopath who tried to ruin my life and unbalance the monarchy? Then you're right." She pointed a finger towards the door. "But everyone thinks your mate is a hero. He can ride this out with the backing of the entire kingdom in his pocket. Do you think they'd think the same thing about a woman who kills her own mother?"

"Perhaps not, but how can I trust you with my brother if you don't think anything about framing my love?"

"You forget one thing, Your Majesty. I don't need your permission to bond with your brother. I just need your brother's. Hell, we might not even be mates, but I was willing to bet my mother's life on it." With a cold look at Vohne, she left the room.

Vohne shook his head at her exit. She killed her own mother and still thought she had a chance with Bleine. Unfortunately for her, there were two major flaws in her plan. Bleine's intelligence rated even higher than Vohne's, and he would let himself die before being used by another woman. Secondly, Vohne didn't plan on bringing his brother out of deep freeze until he had a viable candidate. If Niafe thought she could blackmail him into a mating with his brother, she wasn't as smart as he thought.

Vohne sat at his desk for a bit wrapping up some more paperwork before deciding it was time to go check on his lover. Kreslan might get into trouble if left for too long on his own. Hell, he might have already left wherever they had him stashed. Guards or no guards.

Ignoring the soldiers who fell in step behind him, Vohne headed towards where he could feel his mate biding his time.

As he approached, the door guards snapped to attention.

"Has he been behaving?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The other guard nodded.

"Hmm." Vohne opened the door. With a wordless gasp, air burst from his chest as he fell onto the soft carpet, a familiar hard body pressing against him.

"Took you long enough to check on me." Kreslan's hot breath brushed across his ear. "Now that I have you, whatever am I going to do with you, hmmm?"

"Problem, Your Highness?" one of the soldier's asked. He could hear the amusement in the other man's voice.

"Nothing I can't handle."

With a quick flick of muscles, he flipped over on his back, spun around and pinned his laughing mate to the carpet.

"What are you going to do now?" he teased.

Kreslan relaxed completely beneath his hold, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

"I guess I'll have to give in to your obvious superiority," he said, rubbing his body against Vohne's like a cat in heat.

Vohne looked up to the men in the doorway. "Leave us."

With knowing chuckles, the guard left closing the door gently behind them.

Kreslan moved beneath Vohne, his body hot, hard, and delicious—perfect.

"Mmm." Vohne leaned down to taste his lover. Kreslan turned his head.

Vohne growled. "What is that for?"

A smirk crossed his mate's lips. "You think because you have me trapped, I'm just going to give it up."

"You're not?"

"Nope." Kreslan licked his lips, taunting Vohne with their slickness. "Like all good things, you need to fight for what you want."

Vohne had foolishly relaxed against his lover during their chat. Before he knew it, Kreslan had flipped him onto his back, sliding on top and pinning him to the floor by his wrists.

"Gotcha," his victorious mate announced.

Vohne couldn't hold back his grin. "I guess I'm just a prisoner to your whims."

Kreslan frowned at him suspiciously. "I fell into your trap, didn't I?"

"Never try to outstrategize a king, my love."

Sighing, his mate gave him a hot, hard kiss. "I guess I'll just have to fuck you until you can't be so sneaky."

"Good plan," Vohne agreed. Of course he didn't tell his mate he would agree to about anything if it involved his hard, muscular body naked and against Vohne. No need to give the man the total advantage. He knew from experience the difficulty in resisting his mate's charms during a disagreement. Luckily, this one time they were in perfect accord. "I don't suppose we can move this to the couch so I don't get rug burns?"

Kreslan smiled. "Nope. It will remind you later about the dangers of trying to outsmart your mate."

Vohne laughed. "Yep, that will teach me."

* * * *

Kres dipped his head to taste the flavor of his lover. Just as he was enjoying the feel of his hot mate beneath him, a blaring alarm ripped through their warm cocoon.

Before he could figure out where the alarm came from, Vohne quickly rolled them until the Thresl was on top. He jumped to his feet and offered Kres his hand.

"What's going on?"

"That bitch must've tripped the thawer. She's going to try and bring back my brother before I can warn him."

"What bitch?"

"Niafe. She came to me earlier and confessed to killing her mother. Tried to tell me she was doing you a favor, building up your reputation."

"I'm not sure that's a reputation I want to have."

Vohne wrapped a hand around Kres's arm, pulling him towards the door. "We've got to stop her. Bleine will be disorientated when he first comes back. He might not be able to see through her bullshit. Here."

Kres instinctively grabbed the handle of the dagger his lover handed to him. "What's this?"

"To replace your lost one."

"Aw, that's sweet. Most men bring flowers."

Vohne gave a bark of laughter. "Let's go before my brother is taken advantage of."

Kres walked fast to keep up with his lover. "But won't he be… um… be unable to perform? I mean if my danglies get frozen they aren't going to work."

Laughing, Vohne gave Kres a quick kiss on the cheek as they walked, proving the man had amazing coordination. "Thresls have amazing recuperative powers."

"I have noticed that." Kres hurried to keep up with his mate as the stronger man yanked him along.

Ripping open the door, Vohne glared at the soldiers. "Why are you still here? Niafe is after my brother. I want her stopped before my brother gains consciousness."

The guards ran down the hall.

"Idiots," Vohne muttered.

He still didn't let go of Kres as they followed the soldiers.

"Why aren't we running?"

"Kings don't run."

"Really?"

"Unless our mates are involved." Vohne flashed him a hot smile. "I'd run anywhere for you."

After what felt like an endless stream of hallways, they reached a point where a dozen soldiers stood outside a metal door.

"What's going on?"

Kres's hormones stood at attention at the forceful tone of his lover. Hot images of his lover using that commanding voice in the bedroom made him harder than the solid door before him. Pulling his shirt down farther, he futilely tried to hide his erection. Luckily all eyes were on Vohne and ignoring Kres for the moment.

Nelrin came forward, bowing low before the king. "She's locked the door, overriding the security measures."

Kres's blood ran cold. If she blocked them long enough, she could thaw out Vohne's brother and cause all kinds of trouble.

He couldn't let her get to Bleine. His mate loved his brother, and it would break Vohne's heart if Bleine re-mated with this scheming bitch.

No one was allowed to upset his mate!

Kres scanned the doorframe, the electronic panel catching his eye. "Can't you override the system?"

Vohne shook his head. "Security has changed since I was here last. They didn't even have electric locks."

"Huh."

Kres walked up to the security panel and plunged his knife into the interface with all his might. A popping noise sounded, followed by the smell of burnt electronics polluting the air, and the doors slid apart.

Vohne flashed him a look of admiration. "Good thinking."

Kres shrugged. "Sometimes the direct approach is best."

The guards rushed in ahead of them. A moment later the sounds of a struggle and shouting reached their ears.

Yanking his knife out of the wall, Kres retained hold of his mate as they entered the room. It was eerie as fuck to see walls of people hanging from tubes filled with blue goo. "Who are all these people?" His voice was barely a whisper, he didn't want Niafe to hear him, and truthfully, the room creeped him out. He nervously gripped the knife tighter as they approached.

"Most of them lost their mate or have severe illness or injury and are waiting to be cured. Some will be here for a brief while, others centuries."

Chills prickled Kres's skin as he moved with Vohne through the room. Several tubes hung from hooks in the middle of the room like something out of a horror movie. "It's still disturbing."

Vohne gave a soft laugh. Kres hoped there never came a time where Vohne needed to be cryogenically frozen because he didn't know if he could do it.

"I demand to see the king!" Niafe's shrieking voice echoed through the chamber.

"I believe that's our cue." Vohne yanked free of Kres's hold and walked quickly towards the sound.

"Shit." Kres rushed after him, determined to protect his mate against himself in necessary.

He skidded to a halt when they reached the area where Niafe stood, held between two guards beside Bleine's frozen tube.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked Vohne. Kres had to give her credit. With her attitude, she made the guards seem more like accessories than the people who held her captive. Despite being a psycho, the girl had style.

"You've admitted to murdering your mother and framing my mate. Now you think I'm going to let you bond with my brother?"

"I deserve this!" For the first time, Kres saw cracks in her composure. "I deserve to be queen." Madness lived in her eyes.

"You're the reason he didn't reincarnate, aren't you? It wasn't your mother at all."

She turned imploring eyes to Kres, like he was going to side with her, as if she were only misunderstood instead of crazy. "It's mother's fault he came back. I had it all under control, but no, she said it was unnatural to deprive the people of their king. I think it's unnatural to deprive people of a bloodline. I can bring new blood and children to the throne. Instead of recycling the same garbage, we could have a fresh start. With enough human blood in our system, we won't need full humans."

"I am imprisoning you as an enemy of the crown." Vohne's voice was calm and even, but Kres could feel fury pulsing through their link.

"You can lock me up, but you can never stop us all. We will take back this planet from antiquated ideas and bring it into the future."

Kres stepped forward. "We will stop you all. Anyone who threatens my man won't have to worry about jail." He let the threat hang in the air.

She softened her stance as she looked at him. "Kres, we can be friends. I don't blame you for following your mate's lead. You've been doing it for so long you don't know any better. Join with me and I can free you from his influence. As the acknowledged king-mate, you and I can rule together."

Kres couldn't believe the woman's gall. "You don't care who rules by your side as long as you can rule. I don't know who you have behind you, but they'd best watch for that knife in their back."

"I could make you king!"

Shaking his head, Kres gave her a sad look. "Honey, that's where you made your mistake. I've never wanted to be king."

With a scream of fury, she shoved free of her guards. "If I can't have him, neither can you." With inhuman strength, she kicked out at Bleine's chamber.

Before their horrified gaze, the cryogenic pod fell over, shattering on the floor.

"No!" Vohne rushed to his brother's side. Bleine's body convulsed, gasping from the shock of sudden exposure.

"Get the medic," Kres shouted. "And contain her." He didn't know what stood as a doctor on this planet, but if they didn't get help soon, his mate's brother wouldn't survive.

A sound of someone choking drew his attention to his right.

A soldier lay there convulsing. "What's wrong with him?" he asked the closest soldier.

The man rushed over to hold down the convulsing man. "Sarler is an empath."

"Human?"

"Yeah."

"Perfect."

Kres walked over and lifted the slim human in his arms. Luckily the guy was fairly light. He might be a soldier, but he wasn't up to Thresl strength.

He almost dropped Sarler twice on the way over to Bleine. The kid kept wiggling and convulsing.

Vohne looked up. "What?"

"I'm solving this problem. I don't have time for hand wringing, and the medics are taking too long."

Kres carefully laid the empath next to Bleine, pressing the two men's hands together.

Immediately, the convulsions stopped. Bleine's eyes snapped open, the focus in them sharp as if he'd just closed them instead of going into a cryogenic chamber. Sitting up, he leaned over the empath and planted a kiss on the young human.

Pleased with his solution, Kres stepped back and found himself the focus of his mate's disapproving look.

"What?"

"Bleine isn't gay."

He looked down at the two men kissing then back at Vohne. "Looks like he's doing fine to me. Want me to give him some pointers?"

"No! He is mine. I'll kill you!" Niafe's voice cut through the room.

Kres looked over in time to see Niafe grab one guard's knife and stab the other one. The uninjured guard grabbed at her as she ran for Bleine.

Instinct took over.

Snatching up his weapon, Kres threw it towards her. The blade spun in the air with a soft whistling noise before embedding in the center of her throat.

With a strangled gasp, she fell to the ground, fingers scrabbling at the dagger. Before she could pull it out, her movements stilled. Blood poured from the wound, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Kres was sick of people trying to kill him. Dammit, he'd come here to have a peaceful life with his lover, and he was going to do it if he had to stab every one of the fuckers.

A medic shoved through the crowd, falling to his knees beside her.

"About time you got here," Kres growled. "She's dead. Check the prince."

The man paled beneath Kres's glare. With shaking hands, he pulled an instrument out of his bag then waved a long glowing wand over the two men. "Prince Bleine and his mate will be fine." He pulled a syringe out of his bag, quickly injecting Bleine. "This will help his body adapt."

The human tore himself away from Bleine. "I can't be his mate."

"Why not?" Bleine asked.

"Neither of us are lovers of men."

Kres shook his head. "You people are too much drama for me. I'm going to bed. I've had a long day." Turning on his heel, he marched out of the room.

He hid his smile as he heard Vohne's footsteps follow him. He'd know the sound of his mate anywhere.

"Would you like company?"

He gave his mate a careful once-over. "You might as well come along and pound me into the mattress. I mean, other than ruling a planet, you've got nothing to do."

Vohne gave a choked laugh. "True."

"Maybe we should get you a hobby, like flower arranging," Kres said, warming to his theme.

"Why would I need to arrange flowers?"

Kres flashed him an innocent look. "Well, they're not going to arrange themselves."

"True. Or I could be your boy toy."

"Hmmm." Kres gave the offer the serious attention the proposal deserved. "You're certainly pretty enough, but can you practice saying important things like yes, sir, whatever you say, sir? Because I really get off on the power thing."

Vohne's rich laugh filled the corridor. "Yes, I've heard you're a power hungry bastard."

"Yep, that's me." Switching thoughts, he turned serious. "We'll need to figure out who Niafe was working with."

Vohne nodded. "But not today. Today we'll enjoy each other. We'll have time after our mating ceremony to hunt down the betrayers."

"Maybe your brother will have better insight."

"Maybe," Vohne agreed.

"I think that was supposed to be maybe, sir." Reaching over, Kres pinched Vohne's ass before fleeing down the hall, laughing as he heard his mate chasing after him.

Tonight, they would enjoy their bond. Tomorrow, he had to be fitted with formal robes for the mating ceremony and do the million and one things a king-mate was required to do. Glancing back at his quickly-gaining lover, he decided, homicidal maniacs and all, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for the man-cat he'd grown to love.

The End

About the Author:

Amber Kell is a dreamer who has been writing stories in her head for as long as she could remember.

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Available at Silver Publishing:

Blood Signs

Xavier's Xmas

Soldier Mine (Aug 20)

Blood Signs 2: Samhain's Kiss (Oct 15)

Tempting Sin (2012)

Tempting Sin 2: Testing Arthur (2012)

A WIZARD'S TOUCH

Jaynell's Wolf

Kevin's Alpha

Kellum's Wizard (Nov 26)

HIDDEN MAGIC

William's House

Modeling Death

DRAGONMEN

Mate Hunt

Mate Test (July 23)

Mate Dance (Nov 5)

Mate Healer (2012)

FAE

A Guitarist in the Fae Queen's Court (Sept 17)

MOON PACK

Attracting Anthony

Baiting Ben

Courting Calvin

Denying Dare

Enticing Elliott

Finding Farro

Getting Gabe

Hunting Henry

Inflaming Inno (Sept 3)

Judging Jager (Oct 1)

HEART OF THE THRESL

Soldier Mine

** Please Note: All dates given are open to change **

Awards:

Top 10 Best Selling Author 2010

ARe (All Romance ebooks)

Reviews:

Literary Nymphs Reviews gives Jaynell's Wolf 5 Nymphs!

Jaynell Marley arrives at Mayell Wizard Academy to complete his training. Jay had already had years of advanced private tutoring, therefore his school enrollment is more to honor his father's wishes. Joining his new dorm roommates for pizza, Jay literally bumps into werekin Thomas Sparks. A sniff at Jay's neck has Thomas proclaiming that Jay is his mate.

Jaynell's Wolf is the first book in the Wizard's Touch series. The plot is well written plus vastly entertaining. The main characters are impressive, along with amusing secondary characters. Jaynell is a powerful wizard who wonders why his father insisted that Jay attend a school when it is clear Jay surpasses everyone in magical skills. However, Jay has an unpretentious personality. Thomas is a considerate protector, as long as others keep a respectful distance from Jay. The secondary characters include Gnomes, dragons, half elf, wolf pack in addition to a variety of wizards in training. I thoroughly enjoyed Jaynell's Wolf. Amber Kell has created a fantastic flight of the imagination that is laugh-out-loud hilarious, interwoven with heartwarming moments as well as rousing scenes of intimate passion. I look forward to the next addition to the Wizard's Touch series.

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Lisa at Joyfully Reviewed — "Blood Signs is captivating"

"Deliciously dark at times and delightfully wicked as well, Blood Signs is pure entertainment… [T]he plot will hold you, the characters are engaging, and Blood Signs is hard to put down once you start. Blood Signs is captivating.