Kiljorn Commander by K. D. Jones

different world completely. We chose to come here. We have to learn their culture and adapt. He claimed you. Would you want anyone else to claim you?”
    “No!” Just the thought of another man touching her made her sick.
    “Then you have to decide whether you want to forgive his overeager claiming and embrace it. Or you can hold it against him and make both of you miserable.”
    “Wow, those are my only two options, huh?” Lizzie sighed. She knew the therapist was right. She could continue to be miserable about not getting a choice or she could choose to embrace her mating and let herself be happy.
    “Now, let’s talk about you not eating,” Dr. Garrett said with concern. She could see the tremendous weight loss and understood why her friends were concerned.
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    The male named StrykER hadn’t said a word while Prime Leader KadEN explained to him what happened on the Colonial Planet. TylOR watched the other male with suspicion.
    Stryker was average height for a Kiljorn at six feet eight inches. He had a military cut blond hair and cold dark blue eyes. His eyes were what bothered TylOR. No emotions showed in their depths.
    He was almost like a machine. He was self-contained and analyzed situations much like a computer looking for the logical course. When he was in the interrogation process his personality would flip. He became a predator, stalking his prey. He was thorough and relentless and people feared him. TylOR didn’t like the male but if he could find the bomber then he would deal with him.
    StrykER finally spoke, “So you believe the bomber is involved with the Purists?”
    “Yes. It’s the only thing that makes sense,” Prime Leader KadEN said.
    “Are you bringing the prisoners down for questioning or did you want me to go to the transports and do the questioning there?” StrykER asked.
    KadEN looked at TylOR. TylOR spoke up, “For the safety of the rest of the Kiljorn people, I believe it’s best not to bring them to the planet. Leave them on the transports for questioning.”
    StrykER nodded his head. “I agree. It gives them less of a chance of escape. I will go to Commander AshOR’s transport first to interrogate the prisoners. Then I will go to the Kiljorn transport and interrogate the rest.”
    Commander AshOR grunted his disapproval. KadEN noticed and questioned him. “Is there something wrong, Commander AshOR?”
    “I need to get to the wormhole. I have this feeling the bombing was a diversion to delay us from returning,” AshOR said with concern.
    StrykER spoke up, “I agree. There was very little damage done to the Colonial buildings. This could be a diversion. I can do the interrogation while the transports continue on their route to the wormhole. When I am ready I can fly in between transports with a shuttle.”
    “The decision is made then. Commander AshOR, when do you want to leave for the wormhole?” KadEN asked.
    “I plan to leave tomorrow morning. I need to send communications to Leader LarIS.”
    “Will your transport and crew be ready to leave tomorrow morning, Commander TylOR?” KadEN turned to his friend.
    “Yes.”
    “Tomorrow is decided. StrykER, I would like to invite over to a private dinner at my suite with me and my mate, Lindsey, and a few others.”
    “I respectfully decline. I have things I need to do to prepare for tomorrow.”
    “I insist.” KadEN gave him a glare that said his leader was giving an order not a request.
    StrykER sighed with resignation. “Very well.”
    “Eight this evening. Commander TylOR and Commander AshOR, I will see you both this evening as well.”
    “Yes, sir.” Both brothers spoke at the same time then glared at one another.
    *****
    Lizzie glared at the therapist. “I don’t have an eating disorder!”
    “I never said that you did. I simply stated there were many stresses and traumas that could result in an eating disorder,” Dr. Garrett repeated calmly. But she noted on her digital tablet that Lizzie