Page 15 of Alien Prince's Claim

It was the facility’s.

After all, they were the ones responsible for validating the females — as well as the males.

Such things shouldn’t happen.

Especially not to a male in Steyatt!

Didn’t they know how dangerous it was for a male’s mate to suddenly up and leave like mine had?

How I could have flown off the handle and torn the place apart?

I was in control of my Steyatt more than most but even I wanted to destroy this place, to tear down the walls for no other reason than it was what my Steyatt demanded of me.

As a VIP, this was the very last thing that should have happened.

I shouldn’t have to wait for them to come to me to explain what was happening.

They should be on their hands and knees begging for my forgiveness.

I growled at myself and shook my head — knowing it was the Steyatt talking, not me.

Get a hold of yourself, I growled.

But the voice was pathetic in the presence of the terrifying Steyatt that hollered down my voice of reason like a madman’s cackling cry at his sanity.

Unable to control myself any longer, I turned and smacked a fist at the wall.

Thump!

The entire wall shuddered and I felt the reverberations through my feet.

I ground my teeth and struck again, this time with my other fist.

I luxuriated in the sense of release.

It paled in comparison to the sensation of emptying my seed into a willing female and there was no sense of long-term satiety… but it was better than nothing.

I hammered at the wall again and again, each blow exploding like a Maskiar torpedo.

There was a cracking sound, ominous, and it gave me pause for thought.

Another beast was in the next room with his female.

If he came from a particularly violent species, he might take exception to my interruption and think I wanted to take his female and Claim her for myself, and battle me.

With the way I was feeling, I didn’t think that was likely.

The unfortunate soul would be hammered into oblivion and there was simply no hope for him.

Thankfully, no one made a sound and came to investigate what the disturbance was.

I pressed my back to the wall, slid down it, and sat there, feeling sorry for myself.

Unless I wanted to destroy the entire room and all its furniture out of irritation at my unfulfilled sexual needs, I needed to get a hold of myself.

I thought back to the lessons we had been taught early in my education as a young Krev.

I took a deep breath in through my flared nostrils for a count of four before holding it in my chest for a count of seven, then finally released it through my mouth for a count of eight.