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have your mother to care for me if I need until I’m better, and if I need the Healer, I’m perfectly capable of asking Missy to call for him. You don’t have to worry about me any longer. I won’t be undergoing any additional treatments.”

“Thank you for understanding, Sink Lar,” Lo'San said.

Synclare didn’t answer, she couldn’t even form words she was hurting so badly, both emotionally and physically. Lo'San had just told her they should have never mated, they should have just remained friends. She wasn’t sure what hurt more, her body, or her soul. She felt the effects of the medication beckoning her to sleep, and just allowed herself to let go of consciousness.

Lo'San sat there until she was breathing evenly, then he leaned over her, kissed her face. And rested his head against hers. “As long as you’re at my side, Sink Lar, I do not need young ones. I only need you. Rest, my mate. When you awake, we will plan the rest of our lives with many adventures to fill our days.”

Lo'San left the bedroom with no idea that he and Synclare had just had two totally different conversations.

He thought he was encouraging her to stop torturing her body, thinking that he needed young ones to be happy. He was trying to tell her that they should have never tried to force something that didn’t happen without medical assistance, they should have just remained as they were and let things happen naturally or not on the child front.

She thought he was saying that they should have remained friends as they’d been before mating. She thought that he was admitting that his feelings for Ph’eel were close to the surface and they — herself and Lo'San — should have just remained as they were so that he’d be free to claim Ph’eel now.

The last thought Synclare had before the drugs knocked her out was that at least with Ph’eel, he’d be able to see his family regularly, and Ph’eel could give him the children she never could.

Lo'San walked out of his bedroom and back into the living space.

“How is she?” Mee'ta asked, standing as he entered.

“She is suffering, and she is heartbroken. I’ve told her that our treatments are finished. I cannot watch her suffer any longer. I love her too much to put her through this,” Lo'San said.

“I’m so sorry, my son. I had wished for young ones in your life,” Mee'ta said.

Lo'San thought about it for a moment and smiled sadly. “I don’t need them. I thought I did, but all I need is Sink Lar. Our lives will be full of love for one another. It is all we need,” he said, ending with a peaceful smile.

“I’m very happy to know that you are at ease with this. And if you feel you wish to be near young ones, Ph’eel and Ko'San will surely have more they will welcome your influence upon,” Mee'ta said.

“Yes! I am extremely fertile and anxious to have many more. Ko’San’s sons have become attached to you, as I’m sure any other young ones I may have will as well.”

“They are fond of Sink Lar as well,” Mee'ta added.

“Oh, yes! Very fond,” Ph’eel said.

“Thank you both for understanding, and for being here with us. I am grateful for your kindness to my Sink Lar.”

“We love her as well as we love you,” Mee'ta said.

Chapter 17

A short while later Lo'San was lying beside Synclare when Missy roused him.

“General Lo'San?”

“Yes, Missy,” Lo'San answered.

“You are needed on the Command Deck, sir,” Missy informed him.

“I’ll be right there, Missy,” Lo'San answered, gently leaving the bed and dropping a kiss on Synclare’s head before he left.

“Lo'San!” Ph’eel said a bit too happily when he came back into the living space.

“I have to return to the Command Deck. Can you stay with Sink Lar until I return?” he asked his mother, not responding to Ph’eel’s greeting.

“It is why I am here, Lo'San. Go, tend your duties, we will be here watching over your mate,” Mee'ta encouraged.

“Thank you, Mother. Come, let me show you the proper dosage for her medication should she wake and need more,” Lo’San said, walking toward the galley with his mother right behind him.

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Ph’eel stood just inside the storage locker that held all of Synclare’s and Lo’San’s clothes. She wore a condescending smirk as she shoved all Synclare’s clothing to one side, as far away from Lo'San’s as she could get it. “She doesn’t even have clothing appropriate to Lo'San’s status. She cannot