Page 39 of Her Mate's Secret Baby

I was impressed with her abilities. She was more like a Coalition fighter than an Earth female, then remembered through my sluggish brain our conversation from the day before. She’d been matched and mated to Prillon warriors who had died.

Her body stilled as she scanned the screen. “The message came from Xalia’s transport center and it reads: Councilor Roark’s medallion pinged on Earth. Roark is on Earth. Find Earth coordinates for human mate, Natalie Montgomery. Boston. Eliminate both. Bring medallion to me.”

I felt Natalie’s hand still. The pain ceased completely in one spot, as the wand focused on healing one specific area.

“Someone wants the medallion?” she asked.

I looked over my shoulder at her. Her cheeks were pale, her eyes wide. I enjoyed seeing her face flushed with passion and need instead of this haggard concern and confusion. As soon as we were back on Trion, I was healed, and whomever was trying to gain access to my medallion was dead, I was going to fuck her for a week.

“Why do they want this medallion?” Warden Egara asked.

“It is a key to the subterranean vault on Trion for the southern continent. Each councilor holds a key for a vault in their part of the planet.”

“What’s in the vaults? You mentioned it, but not specifically,” Natalie said.

“Weapons. Technology. Wealth. We live a simple life, but that does not mean we aren’t prepared for a Hive attack.”

Warden Egara harrumphed. “Apparently, someone wants to use the weapons to conquer Trion instead.”

“That’s my problem. The spy in your program, is yours, Warden.”

“A mole,” Natalie said, using an Earth term I’d never heard before.

The warden looked grim. “You take care of your problem, Councilor, and I’ll take care of mine. He won’t live long. Not now that I know I need to hunt him.”

“The transport is ready, Warden.” The dark-skinned soldier interrupted our conversation. “Councilor, they said to tell you that a Doctor Brax is on standby with Seton and a medical team.”

“Excellent.” Time to go home. I moved to rise, Natalie helping me.

Miranda handed the baby over to my mate, tears in her eyes her only goodbye. We were going across the universe and never coming back.

“You must come with us,” Natalie told Miranda, grabbing her hand. She turned her head and looked to Warden Egara. “She’s coming with us.”

“What?” Miranda asked, her eyes wide, shaking her head. “I can’t. I’m not matched. I can’t go to Trion! It’s not like a quick trip to Florida.”

“We’re not coming back. Please come with us. I’m selfish and I need you.”

“She isn’t matched,” Warden Egara said. “As Councilor of Trion, Roark could grant permission. But you—” she pointed at me, “—can’t wait any longer for that pod.”

The ReGen wand’s effects were waning again. I did need the pod.

“Roark, please.”

“It’s not up to me. I will do whatever makes you happy, gara, but Miranda must choose for herself.”

“Come with us,” Natalie pleaded. “It’s lovely there. We will find you a mate. You have no one here. No family. Take a chance. I did, and look what I have.”

Miranda looked scared.

Warden Egara told the woman. “There is no time. You must choose now. I can’t allow a Trion Councilor to die on my transport pad.”

Miranda nodded fervently. “All right. I’ll go.”

Natalie grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the transport pad. I ensured we were all together, that the baby was settled in my mate’s arms. Through gritted teeth, I thanked the warden.

She nodded once. “Good luck. May you find happiness in the universe. Your transport will begin in three… two… one.”

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