Kyele's Passion: A World Beyond Book 4 Read Online Free Page A

Enotian as evidenced by his dark hair and deep green eyes. Eyes that tormented him throughout his youth because of their unnatural brilliance. There had been fights early on based on the color of his eyes. Taunts and teases claiming Kyele used some manner of enhancement on them. While the blond-haired, blue-eyed people of Enotia welcomed many, children often fell on instinct and singled out those different.
    Kyele was without a doubt different and fell victim to their stinging words. He’d had no means of defense. No way of declaring his true lineage and roots because he didn’t actually know why he looked different.
    Furthering the feelings of separation, Faan impressed upon him a large dose of fear if anyone found out they shared no true familial connection. As a result, Kyele stayed to himself, quiet and calm when others laughed and played in abandonment. Longing was squashed. Needs pushed to a far corner of his mind. If he craved a sense of belonging, a desire to be loved, he blocked those feelings too. It wasn’t to be.
    At eighteen, Kyele questioned the details of his birth and Faan admitted at last the truth of his mother’s death and revealed his birth father’s identity. A sex slave and a man known as The Butcher. Ironic that such a dark beginning was his. It fit.
    To add on to the dark shadow that made up his life, Faan took it upon himself to avenge Kyele and his mother since he’d revealed the mystery surrounding Kyele’s origins. The very day after disclosing his past, Faan returned to Spectar with the intent to kill the General only to be killed by the man’s soldiers before he even breached the main gates of his notoriously fortified compound.
    Faan’s loss was a reminder that Kyele was responsible for another death. Loneliness almost overwhelmed after such a major event in his life. The foundation of all he knew crumbled beneath a crushing weight. A desire Kyele couldn’t put a name to ruled the measures he put in place to survive over the years to come.
    Females confirmed his decision to stay by himself. Fear blazed from their eyes in his presence as if they sensed his darker nature. As if his bad blood acted as a warning beacon. Unable to reveal his parentage put him at a distinct disadvantage amongst the males of his home world who sought permanent bonds.
    After all, who would want him? The one time he’d hinted at his roots, the female proved to him he was unworthy by attacking him in a rage. Lesson learned. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. Presentation, the Enotian custom for binding to a loved one, would never be an option for him.
    Until years later when his Unit Leader met his Chosen. Kyele watched the formidable Torkel fall completely in love with the Earth woman, Faye, and knew then the possibility of a female wanting him enough that she wouldn’t care about the blood on his hands or his parentage.
    Joni Miller was that female. She was Kyele’s obsession.
    Right now, her smile tugged at his heart as she hugged her best friend, Sylvie Forrester as they sat across from one another in the room. The two of them had gone through a lot together as prisoners in an illegal Marenian slave auction. After their rescue, Sylvie had formed a relationship with his Jutak team mate, Arak O’tir, which thrilled Kyele. Not because his friend was happy, but because it meant Joni wouldn’t leave Enotia. Kyele refused to consider how he’d react if Joni decided she didn’t want to stay on his home world permanently. If the day ever came, it wouldn’t be pretty.
    He’d heard the talk.
    Crazy.
    Dangerous.
    Hopeless.
    Kyele agreed he was all of those things. Circumstances made him the way he was, but there were a few who earned a special place in his life. A small selection of people he’d never allow harm to come to.
    Torkel made the list and by extension his Jutak brethren. Torkel for accepting him on the teams when the psych medics declared him high risk. His Jutak brethren because they placed