Page 110 of Rebel Fates

Zeek gasps. My mates probably didn’t notice that I was carrying.

“Tell me who else in this group knew what was happening here,” I order him.

He hesitates, but my mates growl, and he answers, “They all know.”

Fuck. I really hate people sometimes.

“And who here is in charge of this operation?” I demand.

He points out three older males who are trying to conceal themselves behind their employees. Pathetic.

The other Hathorans gather up those in charge and haul them away. I don’t know or care about their fate. They will likely be tortured for information and then finally put out of their misery.

“Is this the one who sold you?” Serrat asks. His icy tone makes my skin prickle.

I nod. “He’s the one who sent me on the ship to be tortured.”

He roars, charges the man, and punches him in the face.

I think the one punch crushes his skull because he doesn’t look the same and he collapses, dead.

Screams go out throughout the crowd, both from the LunaTek employees and the protestors.

Tom raises his hands and calls out to the humans. “He was only punishing someone who hurt his mate. And to everyone here who sold off their own people, you deserve the same fate.”

His brutal reminder seems to quiet everyone.

I whisper to Tom, “I’m honestly surprised that the protestors aren’t more freaked out by the alien invasion.”

“They’ve known this was real for a while. Some have had their own contact with extraterrestrials. I’m sure they are nervous. However, I told them what the mission was here.”

Crax, feeling eased by the resolution to the LunaTek takeover, gives me a quick hug. “I’m going back to Leva to keep working on my… project.”

I give him a squeeze back and watch him return to the ship.

“What happens now?” I ask.

“The Freedom Raiders will help with the cleanup and eliminate all the stragglers behind this operation. It’s what they do,” Rok explains.

“So that’s it?”

Rok shakes his head. “No. It’s never that simple. It will take a while to shut it all down, but our people will stay here and remain as planetary guards to ensure this operation ends starting today.” He drops his voice low so only I can hear. “And we will have to do our part and see about potential females we can offer a better life to.”

“Maybe you should join Crax and stay safe on the ship,” Serrat suggests. His worry is clear in his green eyes. “We can help with the clean up here.”

He has a point. I’m not sure what I can do to help now. I’ve made my appearance and show of support so that humans know the aliens are only here to stop human trafficking.

I remember I should be more careful because I’m the key to helping my mates’ species. I am an ambassador for other women who desire a new life.

I shouldn’t have raced out here in the middle of a battle. But since my change, I’ve felt more impulsive. Braver. Not that I was a complete wimp before. However, for the first time in my life, I have a responsibility beyond myself. To my mates. To my potential fellow omegas.

I offer my guys a smile and say to the old coot, “See you around, Tom?”

He gives me a nod. “Until next time.”

I turn to hurry after Crax, who’s almost to the ship. Halfway there, I sense someone behind me. But by the time I realize it isn’t one of my mates, they are on top of me.

An arm goes around my waist, and a hard object is pressed to my temple. I know without looking it’s a gun. The cool metal burns on my heated skin.

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