Colonial Commander by KD Jones Page A

he’s my brother. All we have left is each other.” Tears formed in the girl’s eyes.
    “You have a few of your friends still with you, and you have new friends now. Anything you need from me, just let me know. You can talk to me about anything. Trust that I will understand. I’m here to help you.” She glanced up and saw the medics bringing Zander back inside. She smiled up at him. “Here he is.”
    Lizetta turned to look for her brother, and her face lit up. “Zander!”
    Zander struggled to break free from the medics holding him as he walked forward. “Lizetta!” He growled at the medics, who finally released him. He stumbled but made it to Lizetta's bed, sitting down on it and taking her into his arms.
    Ava wiped away a few tears that slipped down her cheeks as she watched the touching reunion. The siblings had a long road to recovery ahead of them, but they had each other. That was a lot more than some of the other survivors had.
    She stood up, feeling like she was intruding on their moment. “I’ll just be leaving.”
    Zander looked up and smiled at her. “You don’t have to leave.”
    She shook her head at him gently. “You need time with your sister. Besides, I have a dinner to get ready for.”
    He frowned. “Which male are you sharing your meal with?”
    “It’s actually with Commander TylOR and his mate.”
    He looked relieved. She was going to have to put some distance between them. She didn’t want him to form an attachment, not that she wouldn’t be attracted to him. He was handsome in a very rugged, muscular, Smurf-blue way. She just didn’t find him as appealing as—AshOR.
    “We’re friends, Zander. That’s all.”
    He sighed with acknowledgement. “I understand.”
    “I’ll come by in the morning to check on both of you.” She was about to leave, but stopped to touch Zander’s shoulder. “Take it easy on her, she’s not ready to talk about what happened yet.”
    He nodded to show his understanding. She could see the pain in his eyes. Zander was a very proud male, and he must feel useless for not being able to protect his sister. Ava smiled at them and walked out of the medic wing.
    She was about to break down into tears. She was used to seeing people in horrible situations, and she’d learned to harden herself enough to get the job done. But that didn’t mean that she was heartless and that things didn’t get to her. Ava had gotten to know Zander a little, and his pain had become personal to her. She hoped his new life on Kiljor would be a good one. Maybe this dinner tonight would help get her mind off everything.
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    AshOR wasn’t happy with the uniform he laid on his bed. He questioned whether he should go casual or formal. He had his formal dress uniform, which was used for special occasions. Would he come across as trying too hard? Kitana! Why was this so difficult?
    He chose to wear his dark blue uniform vest, but left off his jacket. The vest allowed the muscles in his arms to show. Most females admired his muscles. He remembered how Ava stared at him when he was naked; she wasn’t unaffected by his looks. Just the thought of Ava had his cock hardening.
    AshOR was confused about his feelings for the female. Everything male in him wanted to claim her, and had since the first moment he saw her, scented her, and even heard her voice. He thought about her all the time. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, she always invaded his mind. He could be sleeping, working on the bridge, eating his meals, or in the shower. There were many times he stroked himself to release in the shower while picturing all the delicious things he wanted to do to Ava. He knew he was becoming obsessed with her.
    He didn’t like it when other males looked at or talked to her, especially the male Zander in the medic wing. He found himself extremely jealous of him, even though he was injured. That male wanted Ava, and it pissed off AshOR to no end. If she was visiting the