Page 61 of Fated to the Dragon Warlord

“What can I say? Sarkarnii males like a good bang.” I shrug.

“You certainly do.” Kerra chuckles to herself.

I look over at Dalat.

“I believe I have taken out the seeding,” he says. “It’s safe to re-enter the area.” He bows. “Providing you do not require more mating,” he adds pointedly.

I readjust my pouch.

“Cohort one, go ahead,” I growl, glaring at Dalat.

The first tranche of warriors leaves, diving into the grass ahead of us. With Kerra, I move with the second cohort.

The air in between the grasses is filled with the scent of burning. If it wasn’t for the fact this area contains Aravas, which make good eating, I’d burn the place to the ground.

We reach the clearing the humans were found in.

“I want samples, a DNA sweep, and eyes sharp for any anomalies.” I growl out my orders.

“What’s wrong?” Kerra asks me quietly.

“The seeding wasn’t present when we found your friends. It was laid later, after we left,” I say quietly. “It means someone came back and wanted to ensure we didn’t find anything.”

“That isn’t good.” Kerra matches my tone.

“It also means they think they didn’t do a good enough job of cleaning up.”

Kerra looks at me. “I knew you weren’t just a pretty face, Darax.”

I drop my face close to hers. “Lord Darax,” I growl.

Her gaze doesn’t waver. “Lord Darax,” she breathes.

My cock is desperate to unpouch. I take her chin between my claws because if I can’t mate her body, I will mate her mouth.

“Lord Darax!” a warrior shouts.

“Nev you,” I snarl. “If this isn’t important, you will be picking burnt scales off for a nova-month.” I turn, releasing my wicked little mate to see a warrior holding something. It glints in the light. In no time, I’m across to him and taking hold of the small item.

“Dalat.” I hand it to him. He places it on his scanner.

“Lord.” He stares down at the item.

“What is it?”

Dalat is silent for too long.

“Dalat, what is it?” I growl.

“It’s a metal the scanner hasn’t got in the database, but the DNA on it is clear,” Dalat says carefully.

“What DNA?” I enclose his shoulder with my hand, the tips of my claws pricking into his skin as a warning.

Dalat again doesn’t speak. I drive my claws deeper.

“Veseli,” Dalat says quietly.

“They are all dead,” I respond. “We killed them all.”

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