9781631053283HeartsLastChanceMichaels by Kenzie Michaels

afraid
Mother would assign someone else to do the marketing today.” KiRah squeezed her arm and led her back to the Domestic
Compound.
     
    * * * *
     
    Brock paced the council’s inner chamber as TiGra tried once more to establish contact.
    “Why won’t my brother speak to me? Has he forgotten it’s his
duty as Eldest to remain here and establish the bloodline further?”
    “Calm down, BaRok . I’m sure once NiKoh’s emotions settle, he will remember his
responsibilities.”
    “I hope so.” Brock sat down at the desk again.
    “Hold on, incoming message.” TiGra activated the screen.
    A stern-faced, bearded man appeared. “Greetings TriJupians .” He adjusted something in his left
ear. “How may I be of service to you?”
    “Greetings Xaxonian . We are attempting to determine the whereabouts of our companion, NiKoh of TriJupe . His last known
coordinates were inside the compound of your leader, DaShlek .
We’ve had no communication in several hours.” TiGra spoke in a calm, friendly voice, but Brock could see his knuckles turn white.
    “As a matter of fact, both SaLie and her brother are here in my dwelling. Would you like to see them?” He smiled
and showed his broken, uneven teeth.
    Who is that? Brock
stared in horror at the screen. And he
has both my siblings?
    BaRock , maybe you should leave the room.
    Not a chance.
    “Will you give me a moment, JeWal ?”
Pressing a button, TiGra turned to face Brock, who
stared at him in shock. “ BaRok , I do not know what he
is planning. That is why I suggested you leave.”
    “Did you know you were contacting that animal?”
    “No one else answered. I took a chance and widened the
signal. I was hoping for someone more friendly . Apologies.” TiGra turned back to
the screen and pressed the button again. “Are they unharmed and in good
health?”
    “What a question.” JeWal laughed.
“Good health, yes. Unharmed, now how can they be unharmed when they staged a
coup at DaShlek’s compound? A few bruises, bumps…and SaLie has been most cooperative.” He motioned and soon
Brock noticed SaLie move into view, her blue eyes,
once vibrant with life, appear dull and submissive. She moved in a stiff
manner, as if in pain.
    Brock tried to reach his sister’s thoughts, but found them
blocked. “Greetings, SaLie my sister.”
    She cast a glance at JeWal , who
inclined his head. “Greetings, BaRok .”
    “Are you well?” Brock persisted.
    Again she glanced at JeWal . “I am
well.”
    Brock saw her wince as someone took her arm and led her
away. NiKoh took her place, his bruised and battered
face full of anger.
    “I’m sorry I dragged SaLie into
this, brother.” Brock felt a wave of mental anguish.
    They’re blocking our—
    NiKoh staggered, but remained on
his feet. “Greetings, brother. I am to tell you I will
be returning after I witness the joining of SaLie to JeWal and DuKar . No sooner. Have
you Bonded yet?”
    “No. We go before the Elders today, for the initial consult.
My Chosen is enjoying herself, and she and our baby sister are touring the
city. Are you well?”
    “I am banged up, but nothing seriously broken. Send Mother
my love and apologies.” NiKoh bowed his head.
    An image of SaLie strapped to a
wooden frame entered Brock’s mind. He gasped, then saw NiKoh being pulled out of view, heard the crack of a whip.
    JeWal scowled. “Your brother is
strong. But since you’re so curious.” The screen
changed and the image Brock had seen in his mind filled the screen. SaLie’s arms were strapped above her head and legs cuffed
apart as JeWal flogged her buttocks. Another man
stroked her breasts while shoving his cock into her.
    Brock looked away, sickened.
    “You don’t like the way I take my pleasure? DuKah and I had a nice time with her last night. She made
no sound, only the cries of ecstasy as we shared her. Shall I turn her around
and show you what her face looks like in this video?”
    “That’s not necessary.” Brock forced back the