"You’re more alpha than omega."

Goliath has always put the Federation and his family and crew first. He has to find out who killed his father and why it’s the only long-term goal he has for his future. When a chance encounter brings him face to face with what could be a future he never imagined or desired, Goliath must decide if revenge outweighs the possibility of destiny.

Camara defected from the G-Force Federation and his clan for refusing to agree with their rules. He seeks out a new path for himself and his small crew of bounty hunters, capturing criminals all over the galaxy. They live freely by their own laws, not caring about finding a mate. However, one encounter with an admiral in the Gargoyle Federation changes everything.

Will Camara and Goliath resist the pull to each other? Or will they let their misgivings about mating hold them back from experiencing unconditional love? Because there’s no hierarchy with love.

Goliath’s Mate is part of the multi-author G-Force Federation MPREG, sci-fi series. Each book in the series can be read in any order or as a standalone. Join the G-Force Federation gargoyle warriors as they embark on their mission to protect and serve the Federation and possibly find their fated mates. This book is for a mature audience only.

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Camara walked into the low- lit bar with instrumental tunes playing in the background that didn't fit the establishment, looking around for the person he was meeting. 

He spotted the dark-haired man in the far back corner of the bar and took his sweet time walking over to his companion. He mentally cheered the irritated expression that crossed his companion’s face. He was already twenty minutes late and knew how the dark-haired man was about punctuality. But Camara worked on his own time and no else’s.

“You took your sweet arse time getting here,” his companion growled when he sat down. “You know how busy I am.”

Camara rolled his eyes. “I have shit to do and can’t always drop what I’m doing and come running to see you.”

“Whatever,” his companion said. Camara watched as the other man’s eyes roved over him, no doubt taking in the new scratches on his face from his last hunting trip. “I thought you got into a fight with a bear shifter and not a cat?”

“Have you been keeping tabs on me?” Camara asked, becoming annoyed. 

“Someone has to,” his companion grumbled. “You and your bloody ragtag crew go from one fight to another. So much so you now have the Federation butting into your business.”

“We hunt criminals, what more are we supposed to do?”

“They’re thinking of outlawing bounty hunters.”

“Why? Because we’re doing a better job than they are at catching the criminals they can’t keep under control?”

“Because you and your crew can’t seem to operate in the limits they’ve set forth, Camara. True, you guys do a good job in keeping the crime rate down around the galaxy, but your crew brings in more bounties dead than alive.”

“The memo says, dead or alive. Not my fault they decide they want to run or challenge me because I’m an omega.” 

“Dammit, and you just have to prove to them you’re some badass,” his dark haired companion snapped. “If you’re not scratched up on some part of your body, you have a broken leg or arm. They are watching you and your crew more closely. You have to be careful…”

“Stop nagging me. Better yet, stop acting as if you bloody care about me. We both know you don’t.”

“Where did you get an idea like that from? Have I ever treated you differently from—”

“Why did you need to see me?” Camara asked, cutting him off.

His companion sighed, realizing that Camara didn’t want to hear anything else other than the reason he was there. His companion pulled out a folded sheet of paper and pushed it in front of him. Whenever they met, it was always done old school. Meaning no technology that could be easily tracked back to them ever knowing each other. 

Camara carefully opened the paper and laid it out on the table. He stared down at the hand-drawn image of a handsome man whose dark blue complexion and yellow eyes spoke of his Nasothian heritage, a species that lived on a planet filled with mostly water. They made their homes underwater and could only survive a couple of months on land. His silky jet black hair hung loosely over his shoulders and down his back. Camara could tell from his strong handsome features he was an alpha who wouldn’t think twice about killing someone.

The other image beside the Nasothian resembled a cube, but there were so many fine details it could be anything.

“Who’s this handsome bloke?” He asked, looking up at his companion. 

“That handsome bloke as you call him is Kijima Hasaki, the leader of the resistance army. He’s the most dangerous man in the galaxy. I need you to find him.”

“Well, that’s interesting. They’ve been so quiet I didn’t think they still existed.”

“They never went away, Camara. They’ve just been operating in the dark, but lately they are getting more aggressive.”

“And what’s this?” Camara tapped the cubed object.

“Something I need you to find and soon—before it falls into Kijima’s hands.”

“You’re still not giving me all the information I need.”

His companion ran his hands through his hair and looked at Camara. “You know I can’t tell you much. Camara listen to me, if Kijima get his hands on this weapon, it could mean the destruction of Earth and possibly the galaxy.”

“Then how do you expect me to find Kijima and the weapon when you’re not giving me much to go on?”

“You and I have gone through this already, Camara. I bring the jobs to you then you and that ragtag crew of yours do them, no questions asked. When it’s completed, you get paid.”

“How much?”

“How much what?”

“How much are we getting paid to find this?” he asked, tapping the paper. “This job looks more dangerous than the other’s you’ve thrown my way.”

“Enough for you and your crew to retire. Maybe you’ll finally settle down and find a fucking mate,” his companion gritted out. He got up from his seat. 

“Why me? I’m sure you have others who can find Kijima and this weapon.”

“You’re the only one I can trust,” his companion replied. “I need to go but please find them, Cam.” He looked down at Camara, a worried expression crossing his face. “Don’t let Kijima gets his hands on this weapon, he can and will cause more damage than you can even imagine. He’s not afraid to take millions of lives, or use people to get what he wants.” He reached into his jacket pocket and dropped another piece of paper on the table. “I’ve transferred this amount to your account already. You’ll get the rest when the job is complete.” His companion went to walk away but stopped, resting a hand on his shoulder. “Take care of yourself, please. I’m not the only one who would be deeply heartbroken if something were to happen to you.” 

That time his companion walked away, leaving Camara to his thoughts. He stared down at the paper, committing the information to memory. He’d developed this ability to help him when he needed to remember facts about a bounty. If the information was important to him, Camara would remember names, faces, dates, and conversations. Everything else he labeled as background noise. 

It only took a minute for him to see something, and it was locked away in his mind until he needed it.  Reaching into his pocket, Camara pulled a lighter from his pocket, then picked up the papers. The last one he left unfolded, not needing to know how much he was getting paid. 
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As much as he hated their interactions, he trusted his companion to not cheat him or his crew. Flipping the top of the lighter open, Camara set both papers on fire, watching them burn to ash before getting up and leaving the bar to start searching for what exactly, he wasn’t sure.