Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
The sound of an incoming video message alerted him, drawing him out of his thoughts. Tolcan turned toward the screen in the living room, watched as it turned on, and stared at one of the Royal’s council members that dealt with controlling the breeding stock of humans, and the concubines given out to warriors. They wouldn’t deny Tolcan what he wanted, wouldn’t dare deny him what he desired. He knew that.
“Warrior Tolcan,” Head Councilmember Henner said.
“Yes, Head Council Henner?” Tolcan said and stood straighter, the warrior in him coming out, the trained male that was taught to be on alert, to show no fear, and to always be apathetic because emotion equaled weakness.
“You’ve put in a request to take a human female as your concubine,” Henner said while looking down at Tolcan. “This is most unusual, Warrior Tolcan, as you’ve never shown an interest in the lesser species. There are many Rogue females that would be very eager to have you claim them, but not many would accept having such a highly trained and powerful male as a mate that also keeps a human pet.”
Tolcan didn’t respond, although he knew this was coming. Putting in the request just hours ago to keep Greta here as his would have raised attention. He’d never shown interest in claiming a woman, not when his life had been about his people, war, and protecting them.
“I saw her, and I want her,” was all he said.
Henner didn’t respond right away, but then nodded.
“I will indulge you in this request, but know when you’re finished lying with the human she is to be brought to the breeding compound.”
“I may keep her for far longer than she stays fertile,” Tolcan said. Many Rogues kept females as sexual pets until the age of their breeding had passed. And then they were shipped to female labor camps. Barbaric, yes, but they were alive, and most of the time they were reunited with family after the fact.
“Warrior Tolcan, you realize that you are of prime procreation age. If you wish to help the cause and our people, you can use a breeder to strengthen the army, or take on a Rogue female as a mate, and prolong your lineage.” There was a moment of silence. “Keeping a pet without any indication that you are to use her as a breeder, or take on a mate, worries me.”
“I have never been a worry to the Rogues, and have given my most for our people. If I choose to have a human female for an undetermined about of time, then I don’t see what the issue is.” Inside Tolcan was sweating, his heart beating, his lungs burning. He was trying to act like this was nothing of concern, that she meant nothing more than something for him to stick his dick in, but the truth was there was something in him that didn’t want to think about another female. It was a strange sensation to have these feelings for a fragile human that he’d known less than a day, but it was there, and he wouldn’t let it go.
“You have temporary possession of the human, but your file and request still have to be reviewed by the Royals before a permanent decision is made.”
“Thank you, sir,” Tolcan said, knowing they wouldn’t deny his request, but that they may put stipulations on the case as he was a high ranking warrior. They’d want him to breed, to produce more warriors, and he didn’t even want to think about bedding with another female, not when he hadn’t even been with the one he wanted.
8
Greta stood in the hallway, listened to the rest of Tolcan’s conversation, and swore her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. She knew he wanted her here, and although she wasn’t such a fool to think he wouldn’t use her body, she prayed that maybe she’d be used for labor in his home. But of course that was dumb and naïve to think. She knew better, knew he’d take from her because he could, use her body to pleasure himself, and she wouldn’t be able to stop him.
Leaning over the edge slightly she stared at him. His back was to her, broad, strong, powerful. He was easily over three hundred pounds of raw muscle, his seven-foot height dwarfing her five-foot-seven stature. He wore dark pants, dark boots, and a matching black short-sleeved shirt. God, he was dark from head to toe, even his hair the color of night.
She glanced around the room, taking in anything that could be used as a weapon when the time came, but to her disappointment there wasn’t anything she noticed right away. He had furniture, had a small table beside the long bench, and a screen through which he’d been speaking, but there weren’t any smaller objects she could use in defense.