Rendan (Scifi Alien Dragon Romance) (Dragons of Preor Book 4) by Celia Kyle, Erin Tate
Authors: Celia Kyle, Erin Tate
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on the rest of her rant. He pushed to his feet, back straight.
“You got me, shaa kouva .” He said the endearment as a reminder of her status as his mate. He did not like that the first time he said the words were with anger, but he could not stop himself. What did she get?
Him. A warrior. A male who traveled. A male who fought. A male with many honors and unquestioned dedication to his people.
A male who would never have dragonlets.
He could not remain in her presence, not when she sneered at all he’d accomplished in his turnings. Not when she hated who he was while hoping for something he’d never give her.
He pushed to his feet, not waiting for her response, and strode to the door that separated their apartments. His palm on the identipad forced it to open, and he stepped through the portal. He remembered one of his master’s teachings—words he had not understood before now.
There is victory in retreat.
The distance would give him perspective and space to develop a new method of luring her to his side. It would also give him time to come to terms with the knowledge that he was not what she desired in a mate. At all, it seemed.
He paused, drinking in her appearance, the frustration and anger on her features. She was still beautiful, even in her irritation. Her blonde hair glowed with the sun’s disappearing rays and her eyes were bright—flashing with the fire of her aggravation.
He repeated himself, punctuating his statement with a fist to his chest. “You got me.”
6
T he Trials of Syh —a Preor ceremony as old as time. When Rendan’s people first established themselves as a race, evolving and developing their methods of protection, they’d also created the trials.
A test—a battle in the skies—to find a Preor’s perfect war partner. Not all needed another, but offense and defense were two halves of a whole, one of the integral parts of the machine that helped their race thrive.
When they weren’t fighting to destroy themselves as they had during the great conflict.
Rendan remembered his trial with Evuklar, when he’d battled the male through the air, transitioning from scales to skin and back again. The flight had lasted as long as it lasted, the males well-matched in mind and body.
He had yet to find another like Evuklar and he’d spent weeks experiencing the trials over and over again. Damn Evuklar to the skies.
No, he could not curse the male. Evuklar had decided to remove himself from the fleet and settle on Earth with his mate as well as his closest friend—Jarek. Jarek who’d mated a human female.
Jarek who’d given up his career in the Preor military—his position as war master—for a human female. He’d relinquished it all for Melissa joi Jarek Walker.
Rendan stared down at the world below him, the twisting waves of the Gulf of Mexico churning a thousand feet in the distance. The sea wind whipped at his wings and he stared out over the unending swath of water. He breathed deeply, drawing in the air, sifting through its essence while his dragonish nature dissected each aspect.
It would rain later in the day—dangerous for a Preor—but for now they would be well.
A gust of wind whipped over the training platform, but the massive metal pad remained unmovable—stationary against the elements. The engineer masters were proud of themselves for such an accomplishment though they hoped to test it against a large hurricane. They’d pouted like dragonlets when their request to create a hurricane had been denied.
Rendan shook his head. Pouting warriors.
The skies brightened further, the day beginning, and he sighed. Soon the others would arrive. Hopefuls who wished to claim the position of defense master, who wanted to work at Rendan’s side to protect the fleet.
And Rendan… was tired of the constant battles, the scrapes, and the broken bones—his and others.
But he would continue as all had before him.
Another whip of wind and he stretched his wings, letting them
“You got me, shaa kouva .” He said the endearment as a reminder of her status as his mate. He did not like that the first time he said the words were with anger, but he could not stop himself. What did she get?
Him. A warrior. A male who traveled. A male who fought. A male with many honors and unquestioned dedication to his people.
A male who would never have dragonlets.
He could not remain in her presence, not when she sneered at all he’d accomplished in his turnings. Not when she hated who he was while hoping for something he’d never give her.
He pushed to his feet, not waiting for her response, and strode to the door that separated their apartments. His palm on the identipad forced it to open, and he stepped through the portal. He remembered one of his master’s teachings—words he had not understood before now.
There is victory in retreat.
The distance would give him perspective and space to develop a new method of luring her to his side. It would also give him time to come to terms with the knowledge that he was not what she desired in a mate. At all, it seemed.
He paused, drinking in her appearance, the frustration and anger on her features. She was still beautiful, even in her irritation. Her blonde hair glowed with the sun’s disappearing rays and her eyes were bright—flashing with the fire of her aggravation.
He repeated himself, punctuating his statement with a fist to his chest. “You got me.”
6
T he Trials of Syh —a Preor ceremony as old as time. When Rendan’s people first established themselves as a race, evolving and developing their methods of protection, they’d also created the trials.
A test—a battle in the skies—to find a Preor’s perfect war partner. Not all needed another, but offense and defense were two halves of a whole, one of the integral parts of the machine that helped their race thrive.
When they weren’t fighting to destroy themselves as they had during the great conflict.
Rendan remembered his trial with Evuklar, when he’d battled the male through the air, transitioning from scales to skin and back again. The flight had lasted as long as it lasted, the males well-matched in mind and body.
He had yet to find another like Evuklar and he’d spent weeks experiencing the trials over and over again. Damn Evuklar to the skies.
No, he could not curse the male. Evuklar had decided to remove himself from the fleet and settle on Earth with his mate as well as his closest friend—Jarek. Jarek who’d mated a human female.
Jarek who’d given up his career in the Preor military—his position as war master—for a human female. He’d relinquished it all for Melissa joi Jarek Walker.
Rendan stared down at the world below him, the twisting waves of the Gulf of Mexico churning a thousand feet in the distance. The sea wind whipped at his wings and he stared out over the unending swath of water. He breathed deeply, drawing in the air, sifting through its essence while his dragonish nature dissected each aspect.
It would rain later in the day—dangerous for a Preor—but for now they would be well.
A gust of wind whipped over the training platform, but the massive metal pad remained unmovable—stationary against the elements. The engineer masters were proud of themselves for such an accomplishment though they hoped to test it against a large hurricane. They’d pouted like dragonlets when their request to create a hurricane had been denied.
Rendan shook his head. Pouting warriors.
The skies brightened further, the day beginning, and he sighed. Soon the others would arrive. Hopefuls who wished to claim the position of defense master, who wanted to work at Rendan’s side to protect the fleet.
And Rendan… was tired of the constant battles, the scrapes, and the broken bones—his and others.
But he would continue as all had before him.
Another whip of wind and he stretched his wings, letting them
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