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  Copyright© 2013 Shyla Colt

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  Editor: Marie Medina

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  Thank you to M for the late nights, encouragement, and friendship. Teflon babe and Petunia forever.

  THE UNVEILING

  The D’Shar Men, 2

  Shyla Colt

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  Gold bracelets clinked together on a slender wrist. Rivka T’Shar’s flowing black gown flared out around her with every step. A flash of metallic sandals played peek-a-boo from beneath her hem as she glanced down to study the designs etched into the concrete driveway. The amethyst-colored crescent moon that dangled above her cleavage caught the light. The familiar jewelry provided comfort. She had a funny feeling about this summons. Cool air caressed her bare arms like a lover. Despite the cold weather she preferred to wear the traditional garb of the Star Priestess for her royal visitation. Since they’d arrived on Earth she’d striven to continue her people’s practices as much as possible. They could adapt without abandoning the traditions that made their culture so beautiful and unique. Maybe I'm just sentimental after all this time. At thirty-five she'd had the longest reign of any Star Priestess. In a minute they'll have to change the title to Star Matron.

  A smile tugged at her lips. Self-deprecating humor had helped her keep her sanity as all of her fellow Priestesses of the Stars continued to leave the order when they discovered their mates and went through The Wanting. She'd come to the conclusion long ago that her mate had chosen to go through The Purge, a process that blocked the mating hormones, successfully stopping The Wanting for an undetermined amount of time. Why anyone would offer up a giant portion of their capacity for emotions to prevent themselves from falling in love, she could never figure out. We’ve been over this before. I’m better off not having to deal with such a cold-hearted, selfish mate. The words sounded good, but too many years alone made them hard to believe. He’d placed her feelings in that same vice when he chose to undergo The Purge. It was the fact she resented almost as much as she did him.

  Her core temperature spiked, and she quickly tamped down the irritation. Last thing I need is to attend to the meeting with my King and the future Queen with hair the color of an Earth ruby or glowing purple eyes. It might be the norm for Shar folks, but it's eerie to humans. Hair that changed color with her moods and glowing eyes was a trait unique to those women chosen for the role of Star Priestess, the leader of the healing soothsayers who counseled royalty and held important ceremonies. Phelan and his bride Zasha had opted to honor both of their cultures with a wedding and a Mating ceremony. It was the biggest thing to happen among them since the move.

  This blending of cultures excited her. As a healer she knew just how dire reproduction could become if their people didn't mingle and procreate. Joy filled her at the thought of Zasha's pregnancy. She'd been honored by being chosen as the midwife who would help deliver the young heir when the time came. It was the part of her job she loved most, aiding new life as it was born into the world. When she reached the massive doors of the building and knocked, the sound echoed in the home on the other side of the wood. A few moments later the door swung open and the young girl’s jaw dropped. "It's an honor to receive you, Star Priestess." She bowed, her blonde curls falling into her face. "Please come in."

  "Thank you—?" Rivka paused.

  "Shena."

  "Thank you, Shena.” She returned the bow of respect she'd been shown.

  "Phelan and Zasha have been expecting you." Shena stepped back and waved her inside.

  She followed Shena inside, admiring the décor as they walked. She hadn't been inside this portion of the home since the house blessing, many years prior. A Star Priestess wore many hats. In human terms they were a mixture of a priest, a nurse, and a psychic. The sleek, modern choices of color and furniture screamed single male. Dark, muted, paint colors were paired with black furniture. She did see the occasional splash of feminine touches. Bright flowers in vases and pastel pillows told her Zasha was working her way in, slowly but surely. Good girl. Near the end of the hallway a strange tension settled over her.

  A tingling sensation began in her cheeks and spread down along her collarbone, and then over the tops of her chest. It was a signal she knew well, her subconscious alerting her of what was to come. Please do not let me have a vision right now. Rivka had no control over what she saw, and the last thing she wanted to do was deliver bad news on what should be a happy occasion. On edge, she clutched her oversized golden bag, squared her shoulders. I’ll deal with it when it happens, no use borrowing trouble. Shena knocked.

  "Come on in," Phelan called. Shena walked in, and she followed. Phelan stood from the couch he'd been seated on beside Zasha. "Thank you, Shena." The girl curtsied and exited the room. He stepped forward to clasp her hand. “Rivka! It is so good to see you. It’s been much too long,” Phelan said. The warmth in his voice and the relaxed stance made her smile. Being mated had worked wonders. His face looked years younger, he was relaxed, and his aura seemed more balanced.

  “I’m honored that you want me to preside over your nuptials.”

  “There was never any other choice.”

  Her face flushed with pleasure as she looked down at the floor and gave a brief nod. He helped the woman on the couch up.

  “I'd like you to meet my wife. Honey, this is Rivka."

  Rivka curtseyed as she took in her future queen who rose from the dark brown suede couch. She was gorgeous, tall, and regal, with long, black hair and beautiful brown skin.

  “Zasha, this is the Star Priestess Rivka. Rivka, this is my bride, Zasha.”

  “It’s an honor to meet you,” Rivka said with a smile, placing her hands together as she bowed at the waist.

  “Likewise, Rivka. I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you.” Zasha stepped forward and held out her hand, which Rivka shook. A jolt of electricity shot up between them, and Rivka gasped.

  “You have a very special child. You’ve been blessed many times over recently.”

  Zasha cast a nervous glance toward Phelan who moved to stand beside her.

  “I want you to read Zasha and tell me what you see,” Phelan said.

  With a nod of agreement Rivka viewed the woman in front of her. Their people’s aura tended to be shades of blue, while humans varied. Zasha’s was something she’d never seen. A strange blend of a blue outlined in gold.

  “I don’t understand,” she whispered.

  “Zasha is half Shar. We haven’t released the information yet, but it’ll come out eventually.”

  “I believe this will prove to be beneficial for the fetus. The D.N.A. will be compatible, but I sense there’s more to this.” She grew quiet and waited for his response.

  “Yes. Please take a seat, we’d like to discuss what’s been going on and see if you can use your gifts to find out more information.”

  She sank down into the seat behind her, resting her bag on the floor beside her feet. Now the unease I felt makes sense.

  “I know you remember a man named Tavel.”

  “The Shar who killed your parents?”

  “The
very same. We’ve discovered recently when he escaped he made his way here, leaving a trail of murder and experimentation in his wake.”

  Images of test tubes and emaciated people, disfigured by tests, flashed in her mind. Her stomach rolled. She swayed slightly as the world around her faded and she was thrust into a scene.

  Strapped on to a table she trembled as the man with the dead blue orbs leaned over her.

  “Be still, dear. It’ll only hurt for a moment,” he whispered. His gloved hand came down to stroke the hair away from her face. She held her breath, afraid he’d realize she’d woken. Fear threatened to choke her. He was mad. She’d been heading to her car after a long day of work when he’d grabbed her from behind, covering her mouth with a cloth that had an acrid smell that made her vision go black.

  Rivka came back from the vision, shaken. Her vision was blurry. Her eyelids fluttered, and she squinted, moistening her dry mouth with saliva as she regained her ability to focus. She released a shaky breath, grateful to be away from the horrifying scene.

  "Did you see something?" Phelan asked, drawing her gaze to his anxiety-ridden face

  "Yes, I was in his head … he kidnapped you?" She glanced at Zasha.

  "Yes," Zasha whispered. A haunted look appeared in her brown eyes.

  "We haven’t seen the last of Tavel. He takes your union very personally." Rivka frowned, remembering the garbled mess of thoughts, anger, and pure evil. "He's quite mad."

  "And dangerous," Phelan said. “We’ve been looking for him since we discovered he was here on Earth after Zasha was kidnapped. Any information you can tell us would be helpful.”

  “What I saw was nothing more than a glimpse into his mind and that of one of his victims. I will meditate on this once I’m home and see if the spirits can tell me anything.”

  “Thank you,” Phelan said.

  “Of course.”

  Rivka stepped forward and gestured toward Zasha’s belly. “May I?”

  “Of course.”

  She placed her hands on Zasha's belly, and she smiled as she picked up on the essence of the heir. The tiny embryo revealed itself as a male, who liked all things apple flavored, the sound of his parents’ voices, and music. She could see him as he would be one day. Skin the color of mocha, with a healthy splash of cream, almond-shaped green eyes that sparkled with mischief, and facial features that were a blend of both parents. She pulled her hand from Zasha's belly. "The baby is healthy, happy, and opinionated. It likes anything apple flavored and loves the sounds of mommy and daddy's voice along with music."

  "Oooh." Zasha covered her mouth, as tears welled in her eyes. "It told you all that?"

  "Yes."

  "I told you, Rivka was a special woman," Phelan whispered. He placed a sweet kiss on Zasha's forehead. "Thank you for putting our minds at ease, Rivka."

  "Of course, would you like to discuss the bonding ceremony now?" she asked.

  "Yes, why don’t we move back to the couch?”

  Once they were settled, Rivka opened her bag and pulled out a notebook and a pen. Together they outlined a beautiful ceremony, a unique bonding that would combine an Earth marriage ceremony with a Shar on the mansion grounds. She was excited to share their cultures with others. Too many people still had a horror movie mentality about aliens. With luck this would help change some minds. Fifteen minutes later she'd gathered her things and set an appointment to meet the entire wedding party in a few weeks.

  "I'll think of the vision we discussed for the ceremony and show you what I come up with in a few weeks. In the meantime, if you have any concerns about the little one I'm always just a call away."

  "Thank you, Rivka," Zasha said.

  With one last hug they lead her out of the study to the front door and said their goodbyes. On her way down the drive a mountain of a man in all black approached her. His dark brown locks glistened in the fading sunlight and fell to his shoulders. Long, dark, lashes framed chocolate-brown eyes that should've been warm, but weren't. His aura was a brilliant red. Without out a doubt this was the General. Their eyes met, and her heart raced. Her knees threatened to buckle, and only her strength of will kept her upright and appearing unaffected.

  He nodded. "Star Priestess."

  "General." She gave a quick curtsy before she hurried to her car, his gaze singeing a hole in her back. Her hands shook as she unlocked the car, slipped inside, and placed her key in the ignition. Heat infused her body as she drove down the driveway and tried not to embarrass herself by speeding, or looking back to where she knew Bastien D'Shar still stood. What kind of power does he possess to affect me like this? I'll be finding out soon enough as I plan the bonding ceremony.

  Chapter Two

  Bastien watched as the Star Priestess disappeared in her car. He'd seen her numerous times over the years, but he'd never had this reaction. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock came to life, and his palms grew clammy. A frown curved his lips down. No! After all this time she couldn't be his mate. A sense of dread settled over him as he recalled the words off his Sensei when he first received The Purge.

  "This is only a temporary fix, like putting a patch on a waterfall. It'll slow it down to a trickle, but it's indefinite. At any time the feelings can come flooding back full force to knock you on your ass."

  "I'll risk it," Bastien said, confident he could handle whatever came.

  "This won't just block The Wanting if you run into your mate, Bastien. It'll inhibit your ability to feel. There's a reason it's looked down on and thought of as being taboo. You can turn into a cold, uncaring bastard, if you're not careful."

  "I'm here to win wars and mold men into warriors, not make friends, or run for a political position."

  Sensei sighed. "You're young. I urge you to give this more thought. Once it's done, it can’t be changed. Your only option will be to let The Purge run its course."

  "This is my destiny, Sensei."

  "You can be a good soldier without it. I've seen too many of my warriors do this and go down a dark path. There is no worse fate than killing the one you've spent so many years training and accepted as a part of you."

  "That won't happen with me. This path was foretold by the Star Priestess herself at my birth. I must do everything in my power to ensure I'm ready when the time of war comes. If that means sacrificing The Wanting, it's a price I must pay."

  "This is a heavy burden to carry. You've come to me younger than most of my pupils and have grown at an exponential rate. I've been amazed, and proud, of the decisions you've made, and the strength you possess. This thing you wish to do now I don't support." Sensei shook his head. "The spirits cry out against this. One day it will cause you great strife. A man conflicted is a man tortured."

  Bastien had witnessed the deep connection Sensei had with the spirits. The things he said always came to pass eventually. Still, failure was not an option. A war would come, and he had to be able to lead his people to victory. As it stood now, he wasn't ready. He'd reached his plateau. He needed an edge to get him beyond it. Attachments and emotions slowed you down, made you soft. That split second of hesitation could lead to your demise. It wasn’t a mistake he could afford to make. He'd been preparing to fight an epic battle against an unknown source since he was eleven, and this was the final step.

  "Then so be it, Sensei. This is my final decision."

  The man nodded. His cloud of dark greenish-blue hair swayed round his pale green face. "Lay on the slab, and I will begin."

  The second the bare skin of his back touched the black, stone surface a chill seeped through his skin and down into his bones. He shook, teeth chattering as his limbs began to tingle and go numb. "W-what's happening?"

  "The Purge has begun."

  He'd never felt so cold in his life. He exhaled. A fine mist expelled.

  "In a way it's freezing you from the inside out. Rushing through your blood, seeking out the chemicals that react in The Wanting."

  His heart grew sluggish, and sharp slices of pain began.
He opened his mouth to scream and found his vocal chords were frozen just like the rest of him.

  He jerked his thoughts away from the painful memory. Had The Purge begun to fade? There was no time frame, or rules. He sifted through the past memories. His disinterest in relationships and sexual gratification were the same. He scratched the itch when it became too persistent to ignore. However, what occurred with Rivka couldn’t be ignored. Desire had slammed into him like a freight train. Maybe she was a wakeup call to the changes happening in his body. There was only one way to find out and as much as he hated to do it, he had to ask for help. He made it inside at a fast clip, grateful when he didn't see Phelan or Zasha. He wasn't in the mood for small talk right now. In the sanctity of his room he pulled out his phone and dialed. It rang three times.

  "Hey Bro, what's going on?"

  "Hey Mars, I need a favor."

  "Sure."

  "I need a date."

  Pfft! Whatever Mars had been drinking was sprayed over a surface right now.

  "I-I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Mars asked.

  Bastien scowled. Of course he wouldn’t make this easy. "Are you really going to make me repeat myself?"

  "Umm—let me think about that a minute—Yes! It might be the only time I ever get to hear you say this."

  Bastien grunted.

  "Do you want me to hang up?" he asked. His face grew hot as blood rushed to his cheeks and the tip of his curved ears. This was bad. Emotions crashed over him like an avalanche. It wasn't a new development he liked.

  "Okay, okay. You can't blame me for poking a little fun. I've never seen you on a date before!" Mars said.

  "Can you help me?"

  "Of course I can. What are you looking for?"

  "A Shar woman."

  "Oooh. Old-fashioned. It doesn't surprise me. How about we set things up tonight? I don't want to give you time to change your mind."