Page 115 of Rebel Fates

It seems like a dream.

“Gemma?”Rok calls to me via our new telepathy.“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,”I say back mentally, since he’s still stuffing my face with his member.

My jackal pulls out of my mouth and snuggles up against my side to look me in the eye. “You felt far away. Is all of this too much for you? Are you not enjoying this? We can stop.”

Zeek suddenly freezes, while still deep inside me. “Oh, Goddess, you don’t want this?” He’s mortified, thinking he’s done something wrong.

“No. It’s nothing.” I rush to reassure them both. “I was just lost in my thoughts… mostly good thoughts. About all of you. What I have. It doesn’t feel real. And it’s scary and thrilling all at the same time.”

“Why is it scary?” Zeek asks, his golden eyes dim with confusion. He pulls out of me and snuggles up on my side, opposite of Rok.

When I glance at Rok, I can see he understands. He knows the pain I’ve been through and gets it.

Serrat shows up then and gives me the same knowing look. He crawls up between my legs and gives me a kiss.

“What if I lose you?” I ask. “Or what if it doesn’t last? What if I’m just delusional and this isn’t real at all?”

Zeek’s large hand cups my cheek, making me look into his eyes. “Doesn’t this feel real? Not your head, but in your heart.”

When I go deep inside, I feel the bond, the connection, the love—even though it makes no sense to my brain that I could feel this way about them, especially so fast.

But I read somewhere that it sometimes takes only five minutes to fall in love. Or the beginnings of love. And we’ve had more than that. We’ve already been to hell and back. We’ve risked our lives for each other. They chased me down through the galaxy to rescue me. Crax saved me from a vile path. They all have comforted me when I needed understanding and affection.

“It makes little sense to my brain, but yeah, it feels real.” I giggle when I boop Zeek’s snout. “Sort of. It’s still wild that I’m not living on Earth. I’m not even human anymore. On top of that, I’m mated with four males who are Egyptian gods.”

“We are still in awe that we found such a blessing in you,” Serrat says.

“And for you to be an omega and have this deep psychic connection to you is beyond our wildest dreams,” Rok adds.

My heart nearly bursts as they hug me. I don’t know how I got this lucky.

* * *

We land on a tropical-looking planet. It doesn’t appear to be overpopulated, and we are in a secluded area, from what I can tell.

They’ve dressed me in a simple dress with shoes, so I expected to visit a city. Since they’ve edged me into a mating frenzy, I’m in my human-looking form.

“Where are we?” I ask. This location makes me wonder about their plans. “What are we going to do? I can’t take the suspense anymore.”

Crax is already coming aboard Leva, stalking toward me and grinning at my questioning and pouty face. “Come here, my Goddess.” His muscular arms pull me into an embrace, and I melt into his solid chest like goo. There’s a profound relief at having him near me again.

“I don’t like you being on another ship.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be transferring over my ship to a close friend of mine and his pack from my home planet. They will act as our guard while we travel to Earth and around the galaxy.”

“Are they looking for a mate, too?” I ask, wondering why they would be our protectors.

“Yes, they hope to find a match on Earth.” Crax nuzzles my cheek. “I might have gone on too much about how wonderful you are.”

“Leva says this area is clear of any beings that might cause issues,” Rok reports.

“Perfect.” Serrat stands up and presses his massive form against my back. “It’s time.”

A shiver travels up my spine.

“Time for what… exactly?” I ask.

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