Page 100 of Rebel Fates

“Are you asking if we are giving up our rebel ways?” Serrat asks Crax.

“Rebel ways?” I blink, wondering what he means.

“What did you think we did for a life path?” Rok raises an eyebrow.

“Mercenaries? Pirates?” I chuckle. “How the hell do I know?”

Zeek smirks at my flippant answer. “We trade goods and supplies for the rebel forces for a small fee,” he explains. “And we also assist the Freedom Raiders in freeing slaves or during skirmishes.”

“I know what I’d like to do for a rebellion,” I mutter angrily.

The four males perk up at my hostile tone.

“Name it, and we will make it happen,” Serrat promises.

“It’s too insane.” I wave him off.

“Insane is sort of what we do,” Rok shrugs.

“Well, I’d like to travel back to Earth and shut down LunaTek.”

“That isn’t a horrible idea,” Crax says. “And we could also search for possible omega candidates. If they want a better life. A different life. We could offer them the choice to try.”

“But isn’t that dangerous for them?” Zeek asks, the sweetheart that he is.

“Yeah, but Crax has a point. If I knew there were options like this to travel the universe and find mates that would do anything for me, I would have signed up for that, no matter the risks.”

“If you think it could work, then I’m all for trying,” Rok agrees.

My mind reels… our new life’s mission will be to find others like me who want a new life in the stars with their very own gods. Gods that worship their human mates.

* * *

Since my heat is passing, we begin making our way to earth. Crax puts his ship on autopilot to follow Leva so he can stay with us.

We also discover that I have not become pregnant with their cubs.

I’m not sure if I want that, but seeing how devoted the males are to me, I wonder if I might change my mind about being kid-free. The guys all say they will support me and love me no matter what happens or what I choose.

Crax believes I could be impregnated when I choose to. He’s also informed me that apparently an omega’s intention duringcouplingcan influence pregnancy. Geeze, if only Earth women could have this as a natural option. He also theorizes that my body might have to go through another heat to make my womb receptive. Which is fine by me.

Besides, I want to wait and enjoy the matebond longer—the camaraderie of our mental and emotional links.

The guys are ecstatic that they finally have something their species has longed for—the complete pack connections—only available with an omega bonding. With so few females to link them, it’s a rare gift to receive.

Fortunately, with the help of my connective bond, the three Hathorans have accepted Crax into our pack. He cannot hide his thoughts or true self from our bond, so that has allowed for them to build trust quickly.

I can’t hide my emotions either. Which, on the surface, would have been my worst fear in the past. However, my mates don’t shame me or get angry about my random thoughts. If anything, I feel how accepting they are of me. I’ve also learned so much about them, just through their emotions.

And it’s nice to know I will never have to question a male’s intentions again. I never have to worry about my partner attacking me. Or wonder what hell-like scenario I will unsuspectingly walk into. Under all their alpha-ness, they are kind and affectionate souls.

* * *

I stir in bed, and immediately, all four of them are alert to my movement.

Serrat pulls me closer, tucking me into his chest. He purrs. And even though I’m not in full heat anymore, my body temperature rises a few degrees.

I playfully slap him away.

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