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moments earlier to get to his mate and claim her. This part of Deranti looked much like a dozen other stations he’d been on over the years. Serviceable plate floors, bland nondescript walls, and ceilings with containment field arches spaced at regular intervals along the length of the corridor for security. Signage on the walls in Coalition Standard directed him towards the centre of the station and the retail district.
    The tug in his gut pulled him in that direction. What his little mate would look like now that she’d completed her change had filled Sorvar’s dreams. And what lovely, vivid, hot dreams they were. He’d felt it the minute she completed her change. They all felt it when their mates completed the change. It was a genetic trait, a warning that they only had so much time to claim their mates after they were complete, or the need would drive them mad and eventually they would die.
    The plain corridor turned into a nicer corridor with clean shiny floors and walls. He was getting closer now. The tug in his gut became insistent, pulling him along as he followed the signs towards the retail centre of the station. His guard strode along behind him, the click of their clawed feet loud on the polished metal floor.
    Deranti was a large trading station with a mostly transient population. They’d done their research before they’d stopped there and knew there would be many species to choose from, but Sorvar was the only one who’d found a female worthy of mating.
    People stared and scurried out of his way as he entered a part of the station with heavier traffic. His lip curled, a low growl rumbling in his chest. They were all weak, so very weak. Doors lined the corridor, quarters that were available to rent for a short or long period of time. Staff quarters were in another section of the station, and Medical, where he assumed his mate would be, was two floors below the retail centre.
    But his gut didn’t lead him to the large public lift that would take him down to Medical. It led him into the centre of the busy retail district, with its brightly coloured vendors, fragrant restaurants and cafes, and peaceful garden surroundings, and towards a small shop with a window that took up the entire front wall.
    People filled the shop, but the female sitting in the first seat drew his keen gaze. God, look at her hair. Glorious was a perfect description for it. It was a deep red, and the end of the sealed braid hung halfway to the floor. A perfect indication of a successful change. Hair that long and of such a deep colour would only confirm her status when he took her home.
    Sorvar had thought her original coppery-red hair beautiful, but his mate’s changed hair was thick, glossy and he wanted to wrap her braid around his fist as he held her head tilted so he could devour her with his mouth. His cock pulsed in agreement, startling him. He wasn’t accustomed to having human sexual organs yet. It made him vulnerable in a way he was uncomfortable with, and Bavric’s amusement when he’d discovered the change was more than a little humiliating.
    His mate’s delicate profile hinted at her beauty. She’d been beautiful when he’d seen her the day he’d given her the first claiming bite. Even with tears streaking down her face and her features twisted in pain, he’d seen the soft, generous lips, the small pert nose and high sweeps of her cheeks. Her features were graceful, elegant and quite simply stunning.
    His mate was in an intense conversation with the male standing behind her. She nodded her head, and a wide smile split her face.
    A low growl rolled through his chest. He was almost there. Was she going to cut her hair? No! She couldn’t. He needed her to keep it. Her acceptance hinged on her having long hair.
    Time seemed to slow down as he stalked faster and faster, the low growl rumbling up from his chest sending the people around him skittering back out of his way.
    The male with the four arms, a Ramberl, picked