Azar's Prize - More Than Male 3 by Reese Gabriel

could fit. This man was indeed a ghost. At least he would have been had Azar not pushed him out of the way of a collapsing beam tower under Narthian fire. Theron had come to see him. But why? He was Commander in Chief of the entire Guardian force now. A sworn enemy. The man was as good as turning himself over as a hostage. For what purpose? Had his old comrade gone mad? Bringing himself and his woman here? By the gods, this wasn’t just any woman, either. His mate was Nyssa, the Head of the Council. “Who are they?” Oleron demanded. “What are you hiding?” Azar struck him, the pent-up fury boiling over at last. A single backhand sent the man sprawling. “Silence, you imbecile. Speak to me like that again and I will have you drawn and quartered.” “Yes,” the man groaned, licking the blood from the corner of his lip, “sir.” Azar stepped over him, his mind already racing ten steps ahead. Theron had come here. To him. Something was going on. Theron was not a madman, nor was he a fool. He had come, unarmed, bringing his mate. The highest official in the government. His heart raced as he descended in the elevator, to the war room. It did not take a cyber genius to figure out his extraordinary new visitors bore some connection to his other guest, a person whose presence here was equally improbable. Theryssa. The female with the genes of a primale. A creature who, by all rights, should not exist at all. At this rate, he could only imagine who would be coming to see him tomorrow. The Narth