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had the will to live. She ran and ran until
she could run no more and then she slowed. As she did her lungs burned more.
Heaving huge gasps, she staggered out of the edge of the woods and spotted a
large building of sorts. Disoriented from lack of oxygen, she twisted and then
collapsed.

 
 
 

Chapter Four
    Altan of Ralen kept the scent of the tiny human female and
raced through the woods behind her. She was fast. Faster than many Ralenium males he knew, despite her ailment. His body tensed
at the thought of her bleeding. She was sick and required healers at once. For
a sick woman, albeit a beautiful one, she was speedy and elusive. Altan had just finished an off-world rotation during which
he and the men assigned to it with him had aided a sister planet in a mining
disaster recovery mission. Gases had built up in the mine, temporarily sending
the beast side of him—the one able to smell everything perfectly from a
distance—out of whack somewhat.
    This wasn’t the first time Ralenium males had been exposed to the gases of the mines on Tagun ,
so he knew his senses would be back to normal within a week to two weeks. Until
then, he wasn’t as sharp as he should be.
    Case in point, a human female had given him the slip.
    Altan ran in the direction of his brother’s House of Pleasure. Utan had not arrived when the call went out for guards to gather at the landing
pads. Utan rarely did anymore. His focus was on his
House of Pleasure. It was large, a favorite among many warriors.
    Ironically, Utan did not enjoy the
company of the women who worked for him. He chose not to partake in their
favors, which baffled Altan and the others. If Altan had a whorehouse, he’d fuck every one of them until
he could fuck no more. The Heat demanded he take the edge off sexually, so he
frequented houses of pleasure often. As did most men on the planet.
    The absence of females left them little choice. It was find
a whore to soothe their needs or stand around praying a slave trading ship
would arrive stocked with women. Since ships were rare this far out, most just
settled for what they could—the whores.
    Altan went directly to the back entrance of his brother’s House of Pleasure. He
didn’t bother knocking. He knew the door opened to Utan’s personal study. He also knew the chances of him walking in on his brother
bedding a woman were slim.
    Utan was there at his desk, his ledgers before him. He lifted his head slightly.
“Good manners, brother. Mother taught us to knock.”
    “Mother also taught us to seek out a woman and give her grandchildren.
Where are you on that lecture?”
    Utan dipped his pen into the inkwell and returned to his work. “What is it you want?
A woman for the night? Or two women for the night? I can only spare two. I have
only three rooms open.”
    “Busy night.”
    Utan nodded.
    “Then they have not heard that females have arrived,” Altan said, entering more and shutting the door behind him.
    Utan set his pen down. “No. When?”
    “Only moments ago. Garon and the
others negotiate as we speak.”
    “Then why are you here?” Utan asked. “I know how close to the Heat you are, brother. You should be there,
bartering for a woman to collar.”
    His brother was right. He should be back at the landing
pads, trying to find a woman to collar and stave off his Heat. “A female ran
away.”
    Utan’s lips twitched. “And you believe she ran straight for a whorehouse?”
    “I believe she knew not what she was running towards, only
that she was running,” he supplied. “And she is sick, brother. Gravely.”
    Utan stood quickly. “How so?”
    “I know only that she coughed up blood.”
    “The vessel, was it Voxenites ?”
asked Utan .
    Altan nodded. “There is more, brother. The female, she quells my Heat with a simple
touch but in the same respect, the beast has never wanted out more. Utan , she does something to me.”
    Utan gasped. “You believe her to be the one for you?”
    “I do.”
    “Cursed