Weapons Master Galactic Gladia - Anna Hackett Page 0,55

as tough and wild as him could look scary and adoring at the same time, Bellamy had no idea.

Toren, Simone, and Grace were dancing together. Rillian and Dayna, polished and gorgeous, were dancing as well. Rillian had some smooth dance moves, and swung his mate into a dramatic dip. Dayna beamed up at him. Ryan and Zhim were dancing as well. Well, Ryan was doing most of the dancing. Zhim had his hands on her hips, watching her indulgently.

At the edge of the party was a gladiator huddle—Raiden had his arms around Harper, Blaine had an arm hooked around Saff’s neck, Kace was there with Rory, who was bent over, laughing uproariously.

The sexy, smiling, long-haired Lore had an elegant brunette tucked under his arm. Bellamy had met her earlier—Madeline had been the commander of Fortuna Station. They were talking with his sister, Lena, and her mate, Cassana.

A huge, barbarian gladiator stood with a small, dark-haired woman. She was talking animatedly, and he had a faint smile on his rugged face. That was Nero and Winter.

Bellamy had also met Ever’s tough sister, Neve, and her man, Corsair. Mina was trying to coax Tannon onto the dance floor, but the security chief was having none of it.

There was only one couple missing, the pair that Bellamy hadn’t met yet. The gladiator Thorin, and his pregnant mate, Regan. From the whispers she’d heard, the heavily-pregnant Regan had been having some contractions, and everyone was hoping she’d have her baby soon. Apparently, the baby was taking after its daddy and was big, and Regan was small.

All these women, and Blaine, had been snatched and stolen. They’d been through hell. But they’d made it.

Bellamy smiled. They were making a new life and they loved it.

She turned and saw Maxon talking with Zhim.

God, he was gorgeous. Her chest tightened. His trousers clung to his muscular form, and that crisp, white shirt looked gorgeous against his golden-brown skin.

Hers.

They’d fight, laugh, love, and still be doing it when they were old and gray.

Her gram would be so happy.

Maxon glanced her way. His melted-gold gaze caught hers, and he smiled.

Hmm, she was going to see if she could lure her beast onto the dance floor.

Magnus

Magnus watched the party, listening to the sounds of happy people enjoying themselves.

Jax stood beside him, sipping his drink.

“Who would have thought that when you rescued me and we escaped the Orionix Military cyborg program, that we’d end up here,” Jax mused.

Magnus didn’t look at his second in command and best friend. Old memories filtered through his head—Jax badly injured, scheduled to be killed by their ruthless military commanders. Magnus had fought to free them, and they’d become fugitives. He’d been emotionless then, and he’d had one goal—survival.

He’d never, ever dreamed of this—the House of Rone, his people. His gaze fell on Ever. He’d never imagined the woman from Earth who’d brought him to life, given him love, and gifted him with a child.

He was no longer surviving. He was living life, in all its amazing glory. As were all his cyborgs, his allies, and the survivors from Earth they’d helped rescue.

Although, Magnus knew that really, it was the women who had saved all of them.

“I wouldn’t change a thing,” Magnus murmured.

“Me neither,” Jax agreed. “I’d suffer everything again, twice, if it brought me to Quinn.”

“We made it, Jaxer.”

Jax smiled. “We sure did.”

Fireworks speared into the sky. Magnus glanced into the center of the arena and spotted Lore setting off the pyrotechnics. Using his unique abilities, the gladiator sent flames and sparkles whizzing into the night sky. A flying beast made of flames sailed overhead, making the partygoers gasp and cheer.

The light and flames whirled and dipped. They formed a giant cat-like creature that padded forward and opened its mouth in a roar. Then it burst into showers of light.

Galen and Rhain appeared beside Magnus.

“Excellent party,” the overlord murmured.

Magnus nodded. “Thank you both for your assistance at Bari Batu.”

Galen linked arms with Magnus in a warrior’s clasp. “Our houses are forever linked, Magnus. If you ever need the House of Galen, you know that we’ll be there.”

“And the same for the House of Rone.”

“I’m glad I could help,” Rhain said. “The Edull deserved their downfall.” The king’s gray gaze drifted over the party.

Magnus’ did the same. He saw Bellamy dancing with young Grace. The pair were showcasing some wild moves and giggling.

“Your women are very unique,” Rhain said. “Fierce and tough, but feminine.”

“You can’t have them,” Magnus said with a smile. “They’ve all been claimed.”

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