Grace Goodwin - Fighting For Their Mate

Fighting For Their Mate: Copyright © 2018

by Grace Goodwin

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Goodwin, Grace

Fighting For Their Mate

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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Epilogue

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Captain Seth Mills, ReCon Unit 3, Sector 437, Hive Controlled Freighter

Smoke clouded the air as my team swarmed the tight hallways of the small freighter, setting explosive charges. The Hive had maintained control of the vessel for the last eighteen hours. Too long by Coalition standards, which meant I had to get my team in, save the Prillon warriors pinned down in the engine room, and blow this fucking ship into so many pieces the Hive had no hope of ever putting her back together.

“Seems like a waste, sir.” The man next to me, Jack Watts, was a former SEAL with a southern accent that only confirmed he was from Atlanta. Other than the fact that we were both from Earth, we had nothing in common. I was Army, six-four, two-twenty, and had no tolerance for bullshit. Which was one of the reasons Commander Karter had given me command of this unit. Jack, on the other hand, was Navy, five years younger, and still had the bright shine of excitement in his eyes when we were on a mission.

But then, he hadn’t lost two brothers out here to these Hive fuckers either.

“Shut up and set the charges, Watts,” I all but growled. “You know the rules.”

He placed an explosive on the wall next to us and pushed the button, activating it. “I know, but it seems a waste to blow up all these ships just because the Hive squatted here for a few hours. It’s our damn ship.”

“Not anymore.” Three hours was the ReCon deadline. Eliminate all Hive on board within three hours or the ship was considered contaminated. Too dangerous to resume service in the Coalition Fleet. We moved on, farther down the hazy corridor with two of the unit on point, scouting ahead, and the rest following behind, checking the charges and watching our six.

“You humans stop chatting and get your asses down here. We’ve got a situation.” The rough voice of a Prillon warrior I knew well came through the Coalition channel in our helmets. Along with the sounds of warriors yelling, ion blaster fire, and shouts to hold the door.

I picked up my pace. “Dorian. It’s Mills. What’s going on down there?”

“Hive blew the door. We’re holding, but they hit half of us already. We won’t last long.”

“How many?” I started to run, my team falling in line at the urgency we could all hear in the pilot’s voice. Dorian Kanakor was a big, golden son-of-a-bitch and one of the best pilots in our sector. He had a cousin and a brother in Battlegroup Karter as well, all three of them like giant lions when they entered a room. Golden hair, golden skin and yellow eyes, and the eldest, Dorian’s brother Xanthe, with a permanent scowl on his face.

“At least twelve. Probably more. Double that transported in, but we took out at least six and the rest went to the control deck.” Where they could alter the ship’s course and upload Hive contaminated programming into the ship’s systems.

“Fuck.” That was Jack, and I didn’t have the heart to chastise him because I felt the exact same way.

“Soldiers or Scouts?” I asked.

“Soldiers and...” The long pause made me nervous and I blinked the sting of sweat out of my eyes.

“And?”

“They have an Atlan. Well, what’s left of one.”

That just wasn’t fucking possible. My entire team froze in place for a heartbeat, two. We were all dead if what he said was true. “Is he in beast mode?”

“Not yet.”

“Roger that.” I didn’t know if the Earth slang would translate well or not, nor did I care as I turned to my team. “Set the charges now. Ten minutes.”

No one argued. We either got through to the Prillon crew or we didn’t. But either way, a captured Atlan beast turned Hive? He had to die. This ship, and everyone on it, must be destroyed.

I met and held the gaze of every man and the one woman on my team. Counted them off one by one, waited for their nod. When I hit my own detonator—the only remote one that would set off the entire interconnected set—the clock would start ticking.

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, opened them and used my gaze to select the proper command in my visor display. A tap on my wrist activated the countdown, the numbers popping up in red in the corner of everyone’s display. A countdown.

“Check your weapons. Everything on max. I don’t care if we blow a hole in the side of this fucking ship. The Hive aren’t getting off.” I yelled the orders and moved at a run once again, racing to confront our enemies, feeding my unit the plan as we hustled. “I’m going in low, on the left, with Jack. Two men on the right. I’ll throw the DPG and then we open fire, pull back. The rest of you hold back until we draw them down to the first turn in the corridor. We’ll lure them away from the Prillon crew and pick them off in the smaller side corridor.”