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Forever One

Forever One

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First Love . . .
Cayla has been secretly in love with Vadyn, the powerful Kasar warlord, for as long as she can remember. The warrior is every girl’s fantasy. But when Cayla’s mother and father are murdered, everything changes. And Vadyn is suddenly in danger. Only by bonding with him, physically and mentally, can she save him. But is she ready to be Vadyn’s mate─and the ly’teal of Kasara?
Last Love . . .
Vadyn is overwhelmed with grief at his friends’ murder and absolutely furious at the premeditated attack. But more powerful than anything is his need to keep Cayla in his bed until she accepts her place at his side. Still, as the el’kota of Kasara, he can’t allow the raid to go unpunished. He wants answers─and vengeance. To get them, he calls for a meeting of the Intergalactic Alliance. But on the way, his ship is ambushed . . . and Vadyn is taken prisoner.
Forever Love.
Cayla’s determined to rescue Vadyn─even if it means leading the fighters herself. But will her men follow her? Fully claiming her new role as warrior queen, Cayla comes up with a daring plan that will crush the enemy and bring her mate home. And then she’ll show him that she’s become a force to be reckoned with in the bed chamber, too.
First Love . . .
Cayla has been secretly in love with Vadyn, the powerful Kasar warlord, for as long as she can remember. The warrior is every girl’s fantasy. But when Cayla’s mother and father are murdered, everything changes. And Vadyn is suddenly in danger. Only by bonding with him, physically and mentally, can she save him. But is she ready to be Vadyn’s mate─and the ly’teal of Kasara?
Last Love . . .
Vadyn is overwhelmed with grief at his friends’ murder and absolutely furious at the premeditated attack. But more powerful than anything is his need to keep Cayla in his bed until she accepts her place at his side. Still, as the el’kota of Kasara, he can’t allow the raid to go unpunished. He wants answers─and vengeance. To get them, he calls for a meeting of the Intergalactic Alliance. But on the way, his ship is ambushed . . . and Vadyn is taken prisoner.
Forever Love.
Cayla’s determined to rescue Vadyn─even if it means leading the fighters herself. But will her men follow her? Fully claiming her new role as warrior queen, Cayla comes up with a daring plan that will crush the enemy and bring her mate home. And then she’ll show him that she’s become a force to be reckoned with in the bed chamber, too.

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Chapter 1
 THIS DISASTER WAS not how she had hoped this day would end, not by any stretch of the imagination. Cayla kicked her boot in the dirt and cursed the sucking pull of dune sand while trying her best to keep up with Vadyn
. But his long strides swept him further and further ahead. Kasara’s
twin suns beat down on her with restless wind-driven heat, and the fine sand shifted, slid under her boots, tripping her with every other step she took. Great. Now, she must look a sweaty, awkward fright in her disheveled silks. Not quite the picture she had hoped for when this day began.
She glared at Vadyn’s back and tucked another annoying piece of hair behind her ear while the
 warlord ignored her huffing in much the same way he overloo
ked her glares. He’d done this all too
often in the twenty-odd years they had known each other. But the thought of what he must surely
be thinking of her burned her cheeks with something other than the desert’s heat. Oh, she had tried
so hard to look mature and alluring today, and he was right to think her a weakling. Lives were at stake, and here she was worrying about her looks while she slowed him down. A choked sigh escaped her dry throat. Surely they were mistaken about the danger to her parents. But V 
adyn didn’t
appear unconcerned; he continued to pull further away in grim haste. His experienced shuffling glide
skimmed the ground’s treacherous surface as if he were some wild feline padding with sheathed
claws instead of warrior boots. Watching his sensual movements, another form of heat swept through her, reminding her of all her unfulfilled fantasies. Oh, blast it! Not now!
“Vadyn, wait!” she gasped, still struggling through the sand. Her chest hurt with each breath
that she puffed in and out, but when
he didn’t stop, she yelled louder. “Can’t you wait for me?”
 Then she muttered a curse regarding arrogant warlords while swiping a forearm over her brow. Her head throbbed from the awful strain, and her thighs and the back of her calves burned. Oh, why did this awful nightmare have to happen today 
 — 
on her naming day 
 — 
of all days? Why was it happening at all? Finally, the broad-shouldered Kasar warrior stopped and turned, but she read impatience in every nuance of his wide-planted stance. Accustomed to traveling the scorching sands, the ruler of Kasara looked neither hot nor tired. Every inch a regal superior being, he fisted his knuckles against his hips and waited for her to catch up. His slanted, golden gaze regarded her with censure clearly  written on his high cheek-boned face. That he was annoyed, she could clearly tell. This was not the
emotion she had hoped to see on Vadyn’s face when he looked at her either. Surprised admiration
or even healthy lust would be better. Far, far better. All her hours of preparation to look alluring and mature were wasted.
“I told you to remain with the
lyr-syn 
.” He shook his head at her, disgusted with her human
frailties no doubt. He looked so composed. Only the loose blond strands that had escaped from his
calte,
 his warrio
r’s braid, and swirled in the hot wind around his face, gave him a wild appearance.
 The muscles worked in his jaw, and she now felt as well as saw his barely held in check control.
“Your parents need me, Cayla. Now—not after you’ve taken a rest.”
 Her eyes stung, but she suffered his gentle rebuke without letting tears fall. She straightened her shoulders and promised herself that no further weakness would escape her. She looked back at the heaving
lyr-syn 
, their beautiful, fleet steeds that had so valiantly raced across the blistering desert. In
the midday’s twin
-sun heat, their rushing was near suicidal folly. No one on Kasara purposely braved
the desert’s furnace and wasted energy with such negligence. Life and death urgency had made them
reckless. Their carefree frolic had turned into a race that nearly finished them.  The
lyr-syns 
’ delicate heads drooped, and the carved horn adorning their foreheads touched the
 
sand. Their sides bellowed in and out with their breathing. Any further, and they would have dropped in exhaustion. She knew just how they felt. Oh, she was so
weak, weak, weak
. “Fine, then,”
she shouted against the winds, her own hair blowing stinging tangles back in her face. She sank to
her knees in the gritty sand and flicked her hand at him. “Just go on without me.” Refusing to let
him see her angry humiliation, she tipped her head and sucked deep breaths in and out.
But the warlord didn’t comment. He just waited, and after a moment, she looked up to see him
gazing at her with his stoic patience. His thoughts were impossible to read, and his fierce beauty took away what little of her breath remained. Her face flamed anew. Now, he must surely think of her as a spoiled child
 — 
a child he had helped raise, no less. Under his silent regard, she drew in more
shallow pants of air and swallowed against a dry throat. She wasn’t an idiot— 
she knew she caused the delay with her frailties. Their carefree pleasure ride, one that she had gotten him to grant in the heat of day only because it was her naming celebration, had turned into a devastating race against death
 —her parents’ deaths, if they didn’t reach them soon.
  And her twenty-second birth celebration
should 
 have been a day for gaiety, even romance. She had waited so long for Vadyn to notice her as a woman, and now, another opportunity was ruined.
Once again, the warlord’s shared mind
-
connection to her mother had interrupted Cayla’s plans. But
 waves of shame washed over her at her selfish thoughts. She grabbed a deeper breath and coughed against lungs that still protested. A hitch in her side stole the rest of her air, and a rock seemed lodged tight against her breast bone. But she felt the urgent need for haste more than her discomfort. How long had they struggled to even reach this spot? She shaded her eyes with her hand
and checked the suns’ positions. By her calculations, almost two marks ago, Vadyn had gone rigid in
a mind-
linked message from her mother, Elizabeth. She and Logan, Cayla’s father, fought against
overwhelming odds in an oasis far ahead. Thoughts of just what they faced jacked her heart rate again.
How had the Slytreen gotten through Kasara’s planetary shields? Better yet, why did they attack
a peaceful couple having a picnic? For years, the marauding Slytreen outlaws had eluded Vadyn and the A
lliance forces. Now they had surfaced right under the warlord’s nose. She jerked a quick glance
at him. Not far from her, he strode back and forth across the sands with fierce impatience. She saw the rage that flowed from his corded muscles as plain as the billowing silks that draped his body and the fists he knotted at his sides. He must hate this delay, knowing what her parents were facing. He had said that at least one trio of Xeetag, a vicious reptilian race, but also members of the Alliance of Free Wor
lds, was helping in the Slytreen’s ambush. But why would they be attacking an ally?
 For once the damned mind-connection between her mother and the warlord of Kasara was
proving useful. She resented it most times, but now wasn’t one of them. Right now, fear
 choked her throat better than the ever-present sand. If Vadyn was this worried, she had every reason to be
terrified. But she trusted him. He was Kasara’s ruler as well as supreme warlord. He would save her
parents. She heaved a deep breath and found the tight band across her chest had slightly eased. Perhaps sometime in the near future
 — 
 when they were safe
 — 
she could still attract his attention.
Yeah, right, perhaps 
 — 
when Drakien pigs fle 
 w. She tried standing, but her booted toe caught on her
robe’s hem. She
 tripped and jerked on the neck of the garment, bobbing her head.
Oh, great, yet another graceful move.
 Heat warmed her face again. She quickly stepped free of her hem but still felt like such an awkward fool.
 Thankfully, Vadyn didn’t appear to notice. All
 his narrow-eyed attention was focused on the dunes that loomed in the distance. His second eyelids were half-closed against the wind-blown grit,
and he took no notice of anything; all his attention centered internally. She knew she shouldn’t
resent the connection between him and her mother, but she no longer thought of him as her adopted Kasar uncle. She had fallen in love with the warlord the moment she realized the real differences between males and females. And since then, she had dreamed of them being together

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