by Kate Rudolph
Ruthless: Detyen Warriors
By
Kate Rudolph
and
Starr Huntress
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Soulless
Ruthless
Heartless
Faultless
Endless
Ruthless © Kate Rudolph 2018.
Cover design by Kate Rudolph.
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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.
This book contains sexually explicit content which is suitable only for mature readers.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
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Heartless Chapter One
Chapter One
IRIS COULD JUST BARELY make out the Potomac from the window of the office where she was standing. They were nestled in an unimpressive building in northern Virginia that had stood mostly unnoticed for more than 300 years. Outside, it was all unassuming brick and chipped paint, but inside, the walls were a sleek gray and the technology embedded everywhere was the highest quality. The Sol Defense Agency wouldn’t accept any less.
Not that Iris worked for them, not directly. She’d never been a soldier, and she didn’t want to be. But when the agency had questions, they called her, and she did her best to answer them. That was the role of the consultant. And they usually didn’t make her wait. But something was up. Something had been up for the past several days, and she hoped she was about to find out what was going on. Media reports were whispering about a secret mission and recovered abductees, but there was no official report, not even a statement.
If this ended up being about something unrelated, Iris was going to scream. She didn’t consider herself very curious, but anyone who knew her would say otherwise. After all, she’d been on a first name basis with the security guard at her high school, who kept catching her breaking in to areas where she didn’t belong.
The sun was setting and the city was lit up by the red lights of cars darting around, both on the road and in the sky. It was a dizzying mix of movement and speed, and Iris’s eyes crossed as she tried to follow one vehicle on its path. Before she could give herself a headache, the door to the office opened and a woman in her mid-forties with straight blonde hair and a serious expression walked in, her back ramrod straight. That serious expression resolved into a smile when she spotted Iris.
“Have you been waiting long?” Selma Daniels asked. She’d been Iris’s contact at the agency for more than five years. In that time, they’d gotten to know each other fairly well, and Iris had even attended Selma’s daughter’s last birthday party.
“Only a few minutes,” Iris replied. “Your assistant let me in. I didn’t catch this one’s name.”
Selma barked out a laugh and placed her hand on her chest. “I haven’t either. Oh no, that can’t be a good sign.” She was a tough woman, and notoriously hard on her staff. Those who survived were the best in the agency, and Selma would do anything for them. But because of her standards, every time Iris started a new assignment, Selma seem to have a new assistant.
“I thought you liked the last one.”
“I did!” Selma smiled as she took a seat, and gestured for Iris to do the same. “That’s why she got promoted.”
“Good for her.” Iris sat down, and rested her hands on the arms of the chair. “So what’s going on?” Neither of them had time to gossip all day.
Selma’s smile flattened back into her serious expression. She pulled out a thin disk with an etched code in it and slid it towards Iris. “You’ve been watching the news?”
Iris bit the inside of her cheek to keep her expression bland, but one of her hands curled into a fist of victory. “I have.”
Selma stared at her for a bit too long, a knowing look in her eyes. “The details are on the disk. You can scan it when you’re at your secured station. If you take the job, of course. But the basics are this: four days ago, an alien ship entered the solar system carrying eleven women who’d been abducted from Earth over the past three years. One of those women is the niece of a United States senator. With them were three operatives from the Sol Intelligence Agency and four alien men. The aliens are Detyens, a race with whom we’ve had minor contact. They do not have a large presence on this planet, but some have settled here.”
“Detyens?” Iris wracked her brain trying to think of what she knew of the species. They were a mystery. “Where are they from? I’ve never heard of them.”
“We don’t have much data. It seems they stopped being active before humanity began its period of space exploration. Our records are sparse. I put in a request with the Oscavian Interstellar Library for more history, but you know how long those requests can take.” Selma leaned back and flattened her palms against the dark wood of her desk. “In their initial interviews, the Detyens claim they want to help. That they’re friendly.”
“You have your doubts?” Iris asked. Earth was not a hub of alien activity; it was too far out of the way from the main shipping lanes and the giant empires to get much attention. The aliens who moved here normally came seeking a better life, or the excitement of a planet fascinated with new intelligent species.
“I don’t know enough yet,” said Selma. “But there is something weird about their story.”
“What?” Iris had to concentrate hard to keep from leaning forward as excitement for the information thrummed through her.
Selma tapped the disk. “The human operatives were sent to retrieve information about twelve women who’d been abducted. They came home with eleven. There’s something off with the story they’ve given us. Something off with the entire thing. They can’t give the coordinates or much information about where they got the alien ship. And they claim that the SIA ship was inoperable when they were forced to leave whatever mysterious place they were in. Toran is the one who speaks for the aliens. Find out what he’s hiding, find out if he’s a threat. Find out if we can let him go home.”
Iris’s palms began to sweat and her heartbeat picked up. This job was bigger than anything she’d done before. It was fate of the world stuff. The big leagues. Selma was trusting her to determine if someone posed a threat to humanity. If Iris got this wrong, people would die. That should’ve terrified her. But she reached towards the
desk and palmed the disk. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
Selma smiled. “I knew I could count on you. Now get out of here, I have an assistant to fire.”
Iris huffed out an unexpected laugh and stood, placing the disk in a secure pouch in her bag. She reached out and shook Selma’s hand before bidding her farewell and leaving the office. The disk seemed to weigh a hundred kilos and she couldn’t wait to get home and read the file from her secured station.
Toran. She rolled the name around in her mind, batting it from side to side. I’m going to get you, she thought. You’re mine.
SEVEN DAYS. THEY’D been stuck on this backwards planet for seven damn days. Fourteen days since they’d left Detyen HQ in the midst of a battle, and Toran burned to know how that had all turned out. An Oscavian warship was no laughing matter. The legion was prepared to defend itself, but with no way to communicate with them, Toran feared the worst.
At least they weren’t prisoners. Not quite. He, Kayde, and Dryce had been given a suite of rooms near the headquarters of the Sol Defense Agency, and they’d been invited to explore the city of Washington, DC as much as they wished. Raze, as a newly mated man, had moved into Sierra’s quarters and Toran had barely seen him since. He could not blame the man. After years of an emotionless, hopeless existence, he’d been granted a miracle. No, in these uncertain times a denya was always a miracle. Raze had been granted ten miracles on top of one another.
“If you keep that up much longer, the floor is going to collapse,” Dryce teased from where he sat on the sofa. Kayde merely looked at him silently.
Toran stopped and turned on his heels to face his men. He was used to long missions in cramped quarters, but this was different. Frustration replaced the blood in his veins and the need to move beat at him at all hours. If the walls were any higher, he’d be climbing them. But as it was, he could brush the ceiling with his fingertips without needing to strain.
“You seem relaxed,” he observed. Dryce was a bit younger than him and seemed to be taking this unexpected delay on Earth like it was some kind of vacation. Detyen warriors did not get vacation; they couldn’t be spared. Not with only a few hundred of them left.
Dryce clasped his hands behind his head and grinned. “I’ve been getting my exercise, and it’s been much more enjoyable than pacing.”
Sex. He’d seen human women eying the younger warrior, taking in his green skin and dark clan markings and the muscular frame underneath. Detyens and humans looked enough alike, were built enough alike, that sexual compatibility was not in question. And the women of this city were adventurous. Dryce had made it clear he was more than up for the challenge.
Toran would leave it to him. He didn’t have time to take a lover. Not even for a single night. If he’d been on this mission in the early days of his soldiering, he might see things the same as Dryce. They were trapped on a new world for the time being, and the locals were friendly and eager. But the shine had worn off, and Toran wanted to go home.
A traitorous part of him, the one that forgot his duty, whispered that Earth was his best chance. His denya wasn’t hiding among the women of the legion and he was getting close to his thirtieth birthday. He quickly glanced at Kayde but looked away before he could get caught. His fellow Detyen had dark, dead eyes and a flat expression that had nothing to give away.
Kayde was one of the soulless. One of the Detyen warriors who’d sacrificed his emotions to steal a few years and escape the denya price. Without a mate, Detyens died at the age of thirty. It was an evolutionary quirk that would doom their race to extinction. If their home planet of Detya hadn’t been destroyed, it wouldn’t be a problem. But he couldn’t change the past, especially not a tragedy that had happened over a hundred years ago.
“I don’t think thrusting will serve as an adequate defense against an Oscavian blaster. Let’s get some gym time in.” Dryce didn’t complain about Toran’s jab, but he rolled his eyes. Kayde merely stood and ducked into his room to change into something appropriate.
In the long-term, the equipment in their building would not be sufficient for the workouts that the Detyen warriors needed to stay in prime condition. But they could make it work for now. They worked silently on the weights for several minutes before Dryce let a barbell drop with a loud clang.
Toran’s gaze snapped over to him, ready for a threat. But Dryce was merely taking a sip of water. “You think they’re ever going to let us leave?” he asked, giving lie to his laid-back attitude. Dryce might be enjoying all that Earth had to offer, but that didn’t make it his home.
Kayde gently set down his own weights and wiped sweat from his brow with the towel. “We are not a threat to them. We have been nothing but helpful. They have no reason to keep us here.”
That was optimistic. But maybe Kayde had lost the ability to see the different angles of the situation. He didn’t have emotions, and he couldn’t process the way the humans were acting. “They still haven’t secured their place in the intergalactic hierarchy,” Toran countered. “We are too far from the Oscavian Empire for it to be much of a threat. But that doesn’t mean that the humans aren’t afraid of some superior force coming in and trampling them. For all they know, we’re the advance team.”
Dryce sputtered. “Detyens wouldn’t do that. Not even—”
“It doesn’t matter,” Toran interrupted. He didn’t want to speak about the destruction of their home world. That generational wound tore at him and reminded him of more recent wounds that he also couldn’t fix. “We have to be on our best behavior. We have to make them believe we are not a threat.”
“Or we could just steal a space ship and go home,” Dryce suggested with a shrug. He leaned back against a wall and crossed his arms, a model of nonchalance.
Toran bit back a smile at the ludicrous suggestion. Yes, he wanted to say, the best way to prove they weren’t a threat was to abscond with human technology and return to their people as quickly as possible. But he kept it to himself. “We need to make the most of our time here.”
Both Dryce and Kayde straightened at that suggestion. There was one thing Earth had that they didn’t have at Detyen HQ. Yormas of Wreet.
The Detyen Legion had one primary objective: discover who destroyed Detya one hundred and three years ago, and exact justice for their people. The destruction of the planet had come as a complete surprise, and only those who were already off planet or had access to a ship survived. The Detyen Legion represented the survivors of the only military ship in orbit that day. They took their mandate seriously and most of their missions dealt with gathering information about what had happened in their system that day.
Toran and his men had been assigned to retrieve data from a ship wrecked on a planet hundreds of light-years away from Earth. They’d only run into the human women by coincidence, and a lucky shot had seen their original ship destroyed. But for the first time in a century, they had a real lead on what had happened that fateful day when their planet was destroyed.
A message had been sent stating that talks had broken down and called for their destruction. The man who’d sent that message was called Yormas of Wreet. Toran had never heard of Wreet, and the man was a stranger to him. But Sierra Alvarez, Raze’s human denya, recognized the name. He was now an ambassador on Earth, but whether he was a threat, or even the same man from the recording, was unknown.
“We have an opportunity that we may never again have,” said Toran. “If Sandon or any of the other members of the leadership could speak to us, they would instruct us to gather more information and report home. So that’s what we’re going to do.”
“And do you have any ideas about how were going to go about that?” Dryce asked. “It’s not like we can kidnap the guy. That will not help our reputation here. And if he wants to pull the same trick again, we don’t want to tip him off.”
The younger man had a point. No one was quite sure what the weapon was that had destroyed Detya. It had never been used again. And no planet had taken credit. Bu
t if Wreet was the perpetrator, he might still have access to whatever tools they’d used back then. And Toran did not want another planet to suffer the way his own had. Not if he could stop it.
“Talk to your brother,” he said, referring to Raze. “He and his denya may have access that we don’t. If not, then her father might.” Sierra’s father was a famous human general, a hero to his people.
Dryce nodded.
Toran turned to Kayde. His role was a bit tricky. The existence of the soulless was the Detyen Legion’s best-kept secret. No one could know about it. They wouldn’t understand. They might think the Detyens were monsters, beasts who would sacrifice everything for just a few extra years. No one but a Detyen could understand the toll the denya price took on them.
“Keep your ears open,” he told Kayde. “We can follow any leads you find.”
Kayde nodded, seemingly not bothered that he was forced to take a passive role in the investigation.
“And,” Toran added with a smile, looking at Dryce, “if we have nothing by the time the month is out, we can steal that ship.”
Dryce laughed, and scooped up his water bottle and towel. “It’s a good idea, you’ll see.”
He and Kayde left Toran in the gym and Toran heard the door shut behind them. When it opened and closed again, he thought Dryce must be coming back for a parting shot. “I’m not letting you steal anything else either. Go find another woman to sleep with.”
A floral scent tickled his nose and he was already turning before a woman—not Dryce—spoke. “Do you normally approve of theft?” she asked, in a voice like honey that covered him in its sticky sweetness.
Toran got a glance at her and recognition tore him apart, punching him in the chest and squeezing his heart to pieces.
Denya.
Chapter Two
OH GOD, HE WAS EVEN hotter in person.
The first thing Iris had done after receiving her assignment from Selma was read through the transcripts of the initial entry interviews of the aliens she was meant to analyze. And it was a good thing, because the moment she caught sight of Toran NaLosen her mind went straight to the gutter, and she imagined all the dirty things he could do to her if he had her alone in his bed. All those fantasies popped up just from his voice and his picture.
