shirt. Her beautiful brown eyes flutter closed as she gives herself over to my seduction. In the moment, I feel like the most powerful male in the universe, for I am pleasing a beautiful queen.
A loud male voice interrupts the magic I am making with this female who fills every corner of my heart. “Wait. What do you do, Borak? No mating in the medical wing.”
The elder healer’s stern words sound off from the door. It takes all the sparks out of our moment of bonding. My soon to be queen sighs, and her head falls forward onto my chest with an almost inaudible thump. I wish to roar out my disapproval, but I will not do such with my intended so close. Instead, I set my mind on getting free of the healer’s oversight. “I wish to be released.”
Moving toward a console nearby, he begins keying in a command sequence. “I need to give you one final scan to ensure you have healed properly.”
My prospective queen smooths a gentle hand over my chest before moving back from my grasp. Thumping my fist against my chest, I announce robustly, “I am well. My wounds no longer hurt.”
“They’ve been scanning you every day. Let them do one more so you can get out of here.”
Since I can deny this lovely female nothing, I grunt my reluctant consent. When the healer presses her back even further and the machines start whirling, I feel the loss of her warmth. I don’t take my eyes off her lovely form for fear she will think better of wishing a liaison with me and leave me again.
The look on her face when Pelop had her arms around my neck will be burned into my mind forever. There was an emotion playing across her face mingled with shock. I could not identify it at the time, but I now realize it was betrayal. It is clear to me that seeing another queen with her hands upon my person hurt her heart. That was a foolish mistake on my part. One I must dedicate myself to making up to her.
Family Time
Borak
I was right to be worried about my intended slipping away. When my clade is notified that I am to be released from the healing unit, they all come clamoring in to see me with an eye to escorting me to our quarters. Though I am glad my scions and our queens are happy, my mind cannot forget Queen Juliet’s words. You should have chosen me.
Since we are on our way to Onello, she no longer wears the uniform of Earth Gov military. This means she has been relieved of duty. Instead of being General Watson, she is now Queen Juliet. Something about that allows me to see her in a different light. Instead of a general in charge of Earth Gov military, she is now a queen in need of protection. My good common sense tells me the strong, self-reliant parts of her personality did not dissolve once she shed her uniform. On the inside she is little changed.
It’s just that the world she inhabits has grown to encompass the entire universe instead of one small planet. She will need a male with a strong and steady hand to guide her in this new environment, and I mean to be that male.
Korak has brought my battle armor so that I might return to our clade with honor. I click it into place without so much a hint of pain in my body. It feels good to be healed. Spending some time in our training rooms will ensure I am battle ready in no time. Images of sparring with my sons and other members of the elite ten rise up in my mind, reminding me that I am not alone. I have family and friends. Add to that my personal wealth, and you have a warrior worthy of a beautiful and accomplished queen.
When we get to our quarters, I see our queens have made many fine changes, the way queens are wont to do. My scions go to retrieve food and drink while the queens flutter about making me choose a new sitting place.
I perceive that these gentle queens have made nesting spots all over our common room. There are several distinct seating areas. One is a large comfortable chair with the fluffy squares the queens are so fond of along with a folded covering of some sort. Nearby is a game board on a small table. Another