12
Jorik
“There has to be a mistake,” I said, walking down the corridor with Gabriela, Rachel and the governor. Jori was on my shoulder, as if I’d let him out of my hold. People passed, but I paid them no attention. They looked at us, perhaps looked again, perhaps not hearing about Jori. We didn’t stop, hell no. A matched mate was here? Now? For me?
The arrival of an Interstellar Bride was always exciting news. I would welcome her to The Colony, for another male to claim. Not for me. She’d been matched to Atlan, then to me. There were many good warriors here, Atlan warriors who would be happy to care for her, pleasure her. Find their own happiness.
There was no way I was matched to another. It was impossible. Gabriela had my heart. I had no room for another female. I didn’t want anothe
