Mated to the Cyborgs(31)

“You were in the FBI?” Lady Rone asked Kristin.

Our mate nodded. “I trained at Quantico, but I worked all over, wherever a case took me. I dealt with Columbian drug dealers, bankers from Hong Kong, Mexican cartel leaders, even the Russian Mafia. I find people. People who are in trouble, taken against their will. It’s what I do. I can be helpful here.”

Lady Rone offered her a smile, then looked to Hunt. “I can vouch for her experience on Earth. You may not appreciate the depth of her skills, but I can. She saved innocents from the dregs of society. She can do it here, too.”

Maxim put a hand on his mate’s shoulder. She looked up at him. “She can help,” she said to him.

“It is not my decision, Rachel. She is not my mate.” He looked to Hunt. “You will take four guards and go to Section 9. Work your way around the entire outer perimeter. Report back every hour.”

Hunt nodded, pointed to four of his warriors. They preceded him out of the room and Kristin stopped Hunt with a hand on his arm. “I can help. Truly.”

“The answer is no, mate.” He stroked her cheek, then looked to me. “Tyran.”

He leaned down, kissed Kristin on the top of the head, then left the room, the door sliding shut behind his group.

I felt Kristin’s anger pulsing at me. She was furious at being disregarded, but neither of us could allow her into danger. We’d just found her. She had no idea how truly rare and precious she was.

She stomped over to one of the other guards, held out her palm. “Give me your gun.”

Her eyes lowered to the thigh holster and the ion pistol secured there.

The Atlan looked down at her with wide eyes. He was even bigger than me and I approached, ready to protect my mate from the beast within him.

“Do you know how to use one?” he asked, a small smile playing at his lips.

“Don’t patronize me. I might be small, but I know how to shoot. I know how to kill.”

Kristin had killed before. I felt it, felt the cold chill of that truth and her strength made my cock harden. All that fire, that power, and she surrendered it to me.

“You will not take the Atlan’s weapon,” I told her, approaching. I placed a possessive hand on her shoulder. If the Atlan had any doubt she was mine, if the collar and the blue tunic were not enough, this would help. I only hoped that she still had our scent on her skin. Had she washed away Hunt’s seed? I hoped not. I wanted the beast to scent our possession of her, know the truth.

She was ours.

“Lady Zakar, I do not wish to offend. As the governor said, if your mate wishes you to have a weapon, then it is his decision, not mine.” He bowed and stepped back. Thank fuck I didn’t have to challenge him.

Kristin turned her narrowed gaze on me. “Your decision? You’re going to deny me the ability to help? What am I supposed to do, sit around all the time barefoot and pregnant and cook your dinner and rub your back after a long day at work?” She pouted like a little girl, pursing her lips out at me. I might have fallen for the ruse if I hadn’t felt her fury blasting me through the collar. “So, what is my job going to be here? Is my only job to fuck you and Hunt? Because you can use a blow up doll for that.”

I heard the warriors murmuring around us, but I didn’t turn my gaze from her. I wasn’t trying to make her angry, I just couldn’t give her what she wanted. I couldn’t allow her to risk her life, not for this.

“You are new here, Kristin. While we are well and truly matched, there is still much to learn. I had no idea about your function on Earth until now. I am impressed with your efforts, but it is my job—and Hunt’s—to keep you from harm. We are all here on the Colony because of the Hive, what they did to us. I will not let that happen to you. I cannot hand you a weapon and encourage you to walk into danger, to risk your life.”

“There’s danger everywhere. Hell, this ceiling could fall in and hurt me. I’m a grown woman, you can’t protect me from everything.”

“It is my greatest honor and privilege to try.”

She didn’t understand the depth of a Prillon’s possession. She saw it as oppression instead of devotion. But I would convince her. I would make her understand.

Pursing her lips, she narrowed her eyes. She was fast. I had to give her that. She had my weapon from my holster and her fingers wrapped around it before I could blink. Turning, she headed toward the door. It opened for her, but she didn’t make it a foot outside before I scooped her up in my arms, tossed her over my shoulder.





Chapter Ten



Tyran



“Tyran!” she cried, hitting my back with her fists. I felt the hard metal of the ion pistol. I just had to pray she didn’t shoot someone accidentally before she learned how to use it.