Page 29 of Galactic Sentinels: Vol 2
She doesn’t miss a spot, working her way across my shoulders.
I clutch the sheet and hide the lower half of my body under the blanket. Logan eyes me suspiciously.
This day just keeps getting better.
When she finishes, she wraps a cloth around my torso, pulling me close to tie it off.
I hold my breath.
Maybe I should pretend to pass out again?
“All done,” she announces. “You’ll need to stay wrapped for a few days—not for the ribs, but for those lovely bruises.”
“Based on the database, you’ll need about forty days to recover,” Logan adds. “But hey—credit where it’s due. Thanks to you getting trampled, we get to stay long enough for my arm to heal. Who knew getting stomped by prehistoric cows was our new team-building exercise?”
I stare at him, unable to form a witty comeback.
My brain’s still stuck on the word “wrapped” Sam just said.
Because truth is... I’m wrapped up tight—in bandages and way too much sexual frustration.
8-Noviosk
I gaze out over my empire with pure satisfaction.
All the peoples of Srebat kneel under my rule. They know I’m the strongest of them all. Many tried to reject my power, but they had to face the truth: I am the undisputed master of this world.
Let’s not kid ourselves—I rarely kill. Humiliation is far more effective, and far less permanent, than death. Of course, sometimes it has to be done. People need to know I won’t hesitate if pushed. And I’m especially wary of those enemies who, once publicly shamed, might try again with more cunning and vengeance.
It’s fair to say my ability to detect lies has saved my life more than once. When I bring someone to their knees, I ask them plainly if they’ve understood. If they’ll try again. If they truly get that their surrender is final. Their answer—and more importantly, their sincerity—determines their fate.
So here I stand, surveying my unchallenged empire… wondering what comes next.
For countless cycles, this is all I’ve done—establish order, assert dominance, crush resistance. My days have been filled with expansion plans, power displays, brutal training to push my strength to the edge. The stars have smiled on me, and I don’t take that lightly.
As Paviok wisely taught me, attachment is weakness. Loyal to his teachings, I’ve stayed cold and detached.
The Srebat females who’ve shared my bed got exactly what I allowed—some physical release to ease the tension, and a few gifts in return. I don’t bother humiliating them. It’s pointless and counterproductive. Pointless because females are already weak, no threat to me or my rule. And counterproductive because I don’t want them abandoning my bed altogether. Maybe the first few were disappointed, but they learned fast—and spread the word. No emotional ties, but enough perks to make the visit worth their time.
Donusk, my second-in-command, steps in front of me.
“Chief, what orders should I relay to the team?”
“Why are you asking?”
“Well... the men are starting to get bored,” he admits.
Truth.
The good thing about my gift is that everyone knows about it—no one dares lie to me. If Donusk is standing there, avoiding my icy stare, it’s because even our own guys fear me.
“How bored?”
“They’re restless, Chief. We’ve restored order across Srebat. Everyone’s submitted to you and to our forces. Patrols have become routine. The men enjoyed the downtime after all those cycles of conquest, but now? They’re tired of the quiet.”
I see. I understand. I feel it too. The thrill of domination has passed. What’s left feels... hollow.
“Gather everyone by nightfall. I’ll make an announcement.”
