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Jasmine continued to learn various words as she and
Kavi’ta prepared the evening meal. “You, much better,” Kavi’ta trilled softly
as she spoke in her broken English. Jasmine tried to respond by grunting like
Ta’noj, and they both laughed at the attempt.
Both females turned simultaneously at the sound of
the entry door sliding open.
“Shra’van,” Jasmine smiled when she saw him walk in
with Ta’noj.
Ta’noj
grunted at her in greeting as he walked over to Kavi’ta and nipped on her neck
gently. At that moment, Gav’alin walked past Ta’noj, accidentally bumping into
him without even acknowledging it. Ta’noj, as usual said nothing.
“Gav’alin, stop!” Jasmine snapped. The boy turned
around and growled at her with irritation.
“You bumped into your father, say 'excuse me',” she
walked closer to him with her hands on her hips.
“You do not tell me what to do,” he growled angrily,
a challenge in his voice. Kavi’ta's eyes widened when she heard her son speak
the foreign ooman language. She had not heard him use it in years.
“I don’t care what species you are,” Jasmine gritted
her teeth. “Rude is rude. I will not tolerate rudeness. Now, say 'excuse me'!”
He growled again as he stared down at her and
considered her words. Then, looking at
his father, he muttered, “Excuse me.” Gav'alin looked back at Jasmine as if to
say, "Satisfied?" before stalking out of the room.
“She is such a breeder,” Kavi’ta purred softly. “Does
she know that Gav'alin is over a hundred years older than she is?”
“No,” Ta’noj chuckled. “But with her hormones raging
as they are, I doubt if it would really matter.” He had excused his son’s Ill
behavior, but it obviously bothered Jasmine.
“Don’t let him get away with that next time, Ta’noj,”
Jasmine placed her hand on her hip and shook her finger in his direction. “Son
or not, gain his respect again before you lose him for good.”
Ta’noj grunted at her aggressiveness. The closer she
came to her due date, the more it grew, and he enjoyed every moment of it.
Shra’van
purred softly, and Jasmine turned quickly to look at him.
Ta’noj growled menacingly in response to his
brother's reaction. “Oh please, Brother,” Shra’van spoke in Yautja. “You cannot
help but get turned on at such aggression.”
“Yes, and she will be fucked very well tonight by
me,” Ta’noj replied. “Or at least I will try. Her legs are shut tight.”
Jasmine looked at the both of them with her brows
furrowed. “You’re talking about me aren’t you?”
“Would you like to attend a ritual,” Shra’van
chuckled.
“Shra'van, Kuja is not going to show up,” Ta’noj
laughed. He explained what was going on to Kavi’ta while Shra’van explained the
situation to Jasmine.
“Therefore, many of us have daggers and ships bet on
the outcome,” Shra’van looked over at Ta’noj. “I am even willing to train
someone’s class for a month.”
“She is not going to show up.” Ta’noj shook his head.
“Yes she will,” Jasmine nodded. “Wow, this is so
romantic!”
“What is romantic?” Shra’van questioned.
“Walk me to Kuja’s room, and I will tell you.”
“Do not attempt to alter her decision,” Ta’noj warned
his second mate as Shra’van nodded in agreement.
Jasmine tried to explain the concept of romance to
him the same way she had explained it to Kuja.
“So you like romance?” he looked down at her.
“Of course,” she laughed. “What female doesn’t?”
“I can not answer that question,” he sighed as he
regarded her. “You are almost due,
Jasmine.”
“Yes,” she looked up at him. “But I'm slightly
worried that something is wrong with the baby.” He stopped walking as he stared
at her. “During the last exam, the doctor would look at his machine and frown.
He even asked if my baby was ooman.” She was surprised Shra’van didn’t already
know this. Aa’hana translated at every one of her visits to the doctor.
“Do not worry,” he purred softly as he felt her
stomach.
When they reached Kuja’s room, Jasmine asked Shra’van
to wait in the hall. He growled at her in protest, but she pleaded with him
that she would only be a moment. When Kuja opened the door, Shra’van chuckled,
causing her to growl irritably at her brother's amusement. Jasmine entered her
quarters slowly.
“If you are here to plead that crazy Yautja's case,
do not bother,” she barked at her. “I refuse to be mated to him!”
“I’m just here to remind you that you love him so much,
that even when he hurt you, you couldn’t hurt him in return. You lied about
having sex with someone else,” Jasmine spoke low just in case Shra’van could
hear her. “What other guy would wait for you for a century.” Jasmine thought
for a moment. “Wow Kuja, how old are you anyway?”
“Get out,” Kuja laughed as she opened the door. When
Jasmine stepped out of the room, Shra’van watched Kuja hug her. “Thank you for
coming. I know how much you hate to walk.”
“Moving walkways,” Jasmine looked over at Shra’van
and he grunted in her direction. “What does that grunt mean?” Jasmine tried to
grunt in return, and they both laughed at her.
Shra'van began walking Jasmine back to her
quarters. “So she faked it with Sa’dar,”
Shra’van spoke after a moment. Jasmine looked over at him with wide eyes.
“Males can hear far better than females,” he explained.
“Do not say anything.”
“Of course not,” he stopped and stared at her. “Thank
you for talking to my sister. My mother never wished for Kuja to be a warrior.”
Suddenly, a
thunderous boom interrupted their conversation, and the ship started to shake.
Shra’van reacted quickly and grabbed Jasmine before she fell. “Fuck, we are
being attacked.” Jasmine covered her ears as sirens started to blast throughout
the ship. She looked around to see a group of males running in the direction of
the ports. Shra’van lifted Jasmine in his arms and started to run to the
command deck. Jasmine gripped his neck tightly as he talked to her in a steady
calm voice. “It will be alright. You are safe with me, ok?” She shook her head
and sighed when his grip around her body grew a little tighter.
After enduring several more blasts, Shra'van reached
the command deck. Sitting Jasmine down
slowly, he walked up to Ga’gan and looked out the nearest portal. “That was a
warning,” Ga’gan sighed.
Shra’van watched as five ships emerged in front of
him. They surrounded his ship. There were well over a hundred smaller fighter
ships aimed and ready to attack. “They wish to speak with you,” one of the
males announced.
“Surrender your brother to us, and we will leave you
in peace,” the elder of one of the ships growled. “If not, we will continue to
fire upon you until you are destroyed.”
Shra’van crossed his arms and stared at the ships
thoughtfully before looking at Jasmine. “Tell him to give us a few moments.”
“Shra’van,” Ga’gan growled as the Yautja relayed
Shra’van’s request. “You cannot be serious! I will not let you.”
“Ga’gan,” Shra’van sighed as he started punching in
commands on a panel. “I am not.” Jasmine watched Shra'van as he began to speak
into a communicator. She also watched the huge Yautja that was growling and
barking at him. “Take five bodies out and place them on five ships.”
Several Yautjas turned to look at him. “Everyone
thought you went crazy when you started to save the bodies of the deceased
warriors,” Ga’gan grunted. “The bodies with a bomb attached to each deployed
among their fighters. Very clever.”
“Cloak the bombs,” Shra’van growled before turning to
look at Jasmine. Without asking him to interpret the conversation, she smiled
and gave him a nod. He walked over and bent down to talk to her. “Are you
alright?”
“Yes,” she looked out of the window. “Those ships are
as large as yours. Are we going to be ok?”
“Do not worry,” he touched her stomach. “Just take
care of my nephew.” Jasmine found out she was having a boy during her first
examination. “Lean back and relax. I will take you to your quarters as soon as
we are done.”
“Shra’van,” Ga’gan barked. Shra’van turned to look at
him and growled angrily. Ga’gan was
fixated on what had suddenly began happening outside. Shra’van walked closer to
the window and could not repress a small gasping noise.
The Jafren ship had appeared between Shra'van's ship
and the large gathering of fighters surrounding them. The impressively sleek ship started to blast
each of the Yautja fighters simultaneously. Jasmine covered her eyes as the
light from each blast blazed blindingly through the room. After what seemed
like a few seconds, the squadron of ships was destroyed, and the Jafren
disappeared immediately.
“The Jafren are gone,” The Yautja sitting at the
communicator started to press a series of buttons. “They are not visible
anywhere on the screen. It is as if they were never here. And the remaining
ships are retreating.”
“But they are still here,” Shra’van growled as he
turned to Ga’gan. “They are watching us. Have the counsel gather for an
emergency meeting. Inform the pilots and crew to stand down.” Shra’van held
Jasmine’s hand and helped her up. Ga’gan stared at her intently. It did not
surprise him that Ta’noj had decided to take a human female as a mate.
“Why does she stare at me so?” he questioned nodding
in her direction.
“You are large,” Shra’van grunted. “She stared at Lo’kesh
and one of my trainers in the same way.”
“Does she speak Yautja?”
“I do not speak Yautja,” Jasmine said in their
language and smiled. She was just happy to finally understand something. Ga’gan
chuckled. Listening to her speak their language reminded him of Kayla and how
she used her shells to assist in some of her words. Su’tara gave him the shells
after Kayla’s death, and he placed them among his prized possessions.
Shra’van
slowly walked her back to her quarters as he explained what had just happened.
“So why are the Jafren helping you?” Jasmine stopped
and took in a deep breath.
Shra’van had no time to wait for her, but he realized
he may have been walking at a fast pace. He picked her up and continued to
walk. “That is what I am trying to figure out. They are vague and have their
own agenda.”
“You know if you listened to my ideas you wouldn’t
have to carry me,” she smirked.
He looked down at her and clicked his mandibles. For
a moment he completely forgot they were just attacked by a fleet of Yautjas.
Her eyes had a mischievous gleam in them. They dared him to come back with a
good response, but he could not think of one at the moment. He put her down
carefully, and she opened the door to her quarters.
“I told you she would be fine,” Kavi’ta purred as she
took Jasmine’s hand.
Ta’noj waited until they left the room before he
spoke. “You were attacked because of me.” Shra’van nodded in confirmation.
Shra’van growled angrily as they were interrupted by
a voice on the main intercom. “This is Z’as-hil. Despite the attacks, I will
still be mated to Kuja in two days. That is all.”
“I am going to kill him,” Shra’van roared as Ta’noj
laughed. “I know Wa’jeeh helped him. He is the only one who knows how to hack
into my systems!”
“It is funny,” Ta’noj laughed. “I remember Mother
catching Wa’jeeh and Tar’un listening in on private meetings and the mated
couples' quarters. He is good. Too bad there will not be a ritual.”
Shra’van thought for a moment. “Would you like to
raise the bet?”
“Name it.”
“If my mates give their permission, allow me to mate
with one of your mates.” Shra’van watched Ta’noj. He was shocked when his
brother started to laugh.
“Kavi’ta does not like you enough to mate with you,
and Jasmine would rather cut off her arm,” he grunted. “I cannot even mate with
her lately! I knew you had an interest in Jasmine. It is surprising though,
since she is a ooman.”
“Do you know she wants to leave?” Shra’van crossed
his arms. “She does not want to stay, even for you.”
“So you think your dick will convince her?” Ta’noj
growled as he stepped closer to his brother.
“No, Ta’noj,” he shook his shoulder softly. “Allow me
to explain.”
(Sh’lok’s Ship)
“So the Jafren saved my family,” Sh’lok looked over
the reports. “If they mean no harm, why are they jamming the communication
signals? How much longer before we reach them?”
“Possibly a month by cruiser, if we are lucky,”
Maha’vin sighed. “Two months at the speed we are at now.”
“Then prepare a cruiser,” Sh’lok growled.
“What good will it do?” Sa’tesh sighed. “Shra’van is
smart. He knows by now that the Jafren are helping him.”
“Well, my brother said they would watch out for him,”
Sa’dar grunted as he patted Ba’naj.
Ba’naj didn’t hear him. He was too fixated on reading
another conversation with Kayla he had recorded. He completely forgot he saved
several of them. Now he remembered why.
(Flashback)
Kayla sat at the other end of the conference table
from Ba’naj. They had not met with one another for several weeks. He knew she
was not telling the truth and as much as it bothered him, he didn’t know what
to do about it.
“We need to talk,” Ba’naj typed.
Kayla looked over at him before responding. “Now?
We are in the middle of a meeting.”
“You know this shit bores you, as much as it
does me,” he sighed as he thought about what he wanted to say. “Kayla,
I am angry with you because I know you are lying. I am angry with myself
because I do not know what to do about it. At the same time I miss you, and I
should not miss or want anyone other than my mates.”
Ba’naj could tell her pulse was racing. So could
Sh’lok, who reached over and gently nipped her neck. Without Ba'naj asking,
Kayla scooted away from Sh’lok and ignored his growl of protest in her
direction. “I miss you too.”
“How is our son,” Ba’naj
typed back.
Kayla sighed as she tapped her pin. When Ya’sha
growled at her, she suddenly stopped. “We talked about this Ba’naj. Please,
just drop it.”
Ba’naj looked up in time to see her wipe one of
her tears away.
“Kayla, are you crying?” Sa’dar questioned. “I am
sorry, but Mi’tra does show signs of being a great warrior. I believe it will
be her path.”
“I do not feel well,” Kayla stood up. “Excuse me.”
“Kayla,” Sh’lok spoke in a low tone in her
language. “Do not bring our problems into a meeting.”
“This has nothing to do with you,” she shook her
head.
Ba’naj stood up as well. He pretended not to know
what they were talking about. “Come, I will walk you to the medical lab. I need
to check on my son. He is training under Pahel and can be a handful.” He
reached his hand out to Kayla. For a moment she would not look at him.
She hesitated before finally walking out with Ba’naj. He didn’t say anything to
her for a moment because he didn’t know what to say. Ba’naj had not thought she
would react the way she did. He stopped her and wrapped his arms around her
body.
“No, someone may see us,” she whispered as she
tried to remove herself from his hug.
“Then let them see,” he growled. “I am not letting
you go Kayla. I have waited too long to hold you.” Kayla did not hesitate to
return the hold. He sighed and held her tighter. “You are a good mother, and
that is all that matters. You are good to our daughters, and you will be good
to our son.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. Kayla stared into his
soft blue eyes. “I did not think I could go another day without touching you.”
Ba’naj gently let her down as he stared at her.
“Meet me in ten minutes. You and I have a lot of making up to do.” Kayla smiled
at him before walking away. He stared at her round backside and shook his head.
He could not understand how Sh’lok could fail to appreciate all she had to
offer. He knew without a doubt that Wa’jeeh was his son, although his eyes were
brown. When she was pregnant she even asked him about male names. He picked his
son's name. Ba’naj was grateful for that, and knowing he was eventually going
to train him, per Kayla’s request, made him even more grateful.
“Ba’naj,” Sa’dar shook his shoulder, “Areyou alright?
Ba’naj nodded before looking at Sh’lok. “How are
Wa’jeeh, Tar’un and Pa’naka?”
“Fine,” Sh’lok nodded, “As are the rest of my sons.
Thank you for actually being interested in something we are talking about,
Ba’naj.” Sh’lok looked to the rest of the males in front of him and continued
to talk. Once he said Wa’jeeh, Tar’un, and Pa’naka was fine, Ba'naj shut him
out, like he did with everyone else. He thought of Kayla often, but since
finding out Ta’noj was alive and Shra’van was digging into his mother's past he
could not help but think of her even more.
(Flashback)
When Ba’naj stepped into the room, Kayla was
sitting on the bed waiting for him. “You are three minutes late,” she teased.
Ba’naj made a soft series of clatters as she stood
up and circled him. “Are you going to punish me?” He remembered the last time
they played this game. She had passed out from the sexual pleasure. He groaned
at the thought of taking her small body like that again.
“Do not let it happen again,” she poked his
stomach as she spoke.
Ba’naj slowly went down on his knees in front of
her. He touched her face, feeling her warm skin become a little warmer to his
touch. He closed his eyes and sniffed lightly on her neck before going lower.
“Forgive me for making you wait,” he turned her around and slowly took her
dress off as he purred softly against her back. This always relaxed her in order for him to do
whatever he wanted to her body. “The last time we were together, you allowed me to stroke my dick and come all
over your breasts and stomach.” Kayla groaned as he spoke. “I never wasted so
much seed, yet it was exciting.”
Kayla turned to look at him. “Where do you wish to
come today?”
Her question made him roar in excitement. She
blushed and looked away. Ba’naj ran his hand over her body, holding her breasts
as he licked her back and turning her around to nip her sensitive nipples. He
whimpered softly at the taste of her milk. It turned him on to no end when
P’tea and his other mates' breasts would leak from having too much milk in
them. Kayla was no exception. He squeezed them softly as the milk hit his
tongue. “Stop teasing,” she whispered.
“If you knew exactly what I wanted to do to your
body, you would appreciate me going slow,” he growled at her. He squeezed her
breasts again and watched as the droplets trickled down her stomach. Ba’naj
made small circles on her stomach with his tongue, licking up every drop.
Kayla inhaled loudly when he took off his cloth.
He felt her body tremble. She gripped onto his shoulders for support as his
tongue made its way inside her body. Ba’naj had almost forgotten how good she
tasted. He gripped onto her bucking hips, forcing her to stay still. Kayla
screamed and snatched his head away from her body. Ba’naj closed his eyes as
she licked her dew off his chin and mandibles. “I prefer your come to mine,”
she whispered.
Ba’naj stood up and pushed her down on the bed.
Kayla opened her legs to him as he maneuvered his large body on top of hers.
“This may hurt a little,” he teased before pushing himself inside her.
Sh’lok watched Ba’naj for a moment. He shook his
head, knowing he was deep in thought again. He was like this the majority of
the time ever since Kayla’s death. “Ba’naj,” he called, but as usual, he
completely ignored him. Sh’lok folded his arms. “Kayla.” Ba’naj looked up from
his tablet and stared at Sh’lok. They both growled lowly at one another. “Why
does the name of my deceased mate get your attention?”
Ba’naj stood up. “I have no time for this shit,” he
growled as he started to walk away.
“Sit down until you are dismissed,” Sh’lok hissed.
Maha’vin eyes widened as Ba’naj turned to look at Sh’lok, his eyes glowing with
hatred.
“Ba’naj,” Sa’tesh pleaded, but it was no use. He had
seen that look in his friend’s eyes before. It was so long ago, and Ba'naj had
been severely reprimanded for killing the other warrior.
Ba’naj cocked his head to the side as he pointed at
Sh’lok. “Do not ever tell me what the fuck to do, boy,” he said in a low
warning tone.
Sh’lok stood up and roared angrily at the
disrespectful Yautja. “How dare you point at me!” Ba’naj did not give him any
time to attack. He lunged over his brother and punched Sh’lok in the jaw before
wrapping his hands around his neck. Ba’naj felt the sharp sting of a knife going
through his leg, but his rage forced him to ignore the pain. He felt another
stab in his arm. His only goal was to kill Sh’lok. He suddenly felt the need to
do what he should have done many years ago. Ba'naj gripped Sh’lok’s locks and
pinned his head to the floor in order to snap his neck. He roared angrily as he
felt his body being dragged away from the fight.
Sa’tesh pushed Ba’naj against the wall as Sh’lok got
up and charged at him. Maha’vin and Ya’sha managed to hold Sh’lok back.
“You never deserved her!” Ba’naj snarled.
“Enough!” Sa’tesh roared as he stared at Ba’naj.
“Oh, you think you would have been better for Kayla?”
Sh’lok growled.
“Damn, she have been dead for over a century and yet
she is still being sought after,” Ya’sha grunted. “Maybe I should have prepared
her for her ritual.”
Maha’vin chuckled at Ya’sha.
“Yes, well, if she would have forgiven me for trying
to kill her then maybe we would have been together,” Maha’vin joked. As angry
as he was, Sh’lok grunted in Maha’vin’s direction.
Sa’tesh stared at Ba’naj a moment longer. “It is
over,” he whispered.
Ba’naj began to steady his breathing before looking
at Sh’lok. You are both good, and if you fight, one of you will die. I can’t
live with the thought of being the reason for the killing of either one of you.
Kayla words rang through his head. “My apologies,” Ba’naj ground out before
walking out.
“I will take you to the medical lab,” Sa’dar growled
as he looked at the deep cuts on his brother.
“This is not over,” Sh’lok growled at his back.
“This is far from being over, boy,” Ba’naj walked out
with his brother. When they had walked down several corridors, Sa’dar stopped
and stared at Ba’naj. “What?”
“Why did you ask about Wa’jeeh, Tar’un and Pa’naka
and not his other sons?” Sa’dar growled. Ba’naj did not bother to answer him.
“Are they your sons?”
“It was never confirmed or denied,” Ba’naj said in a
low tone.
“You and Kayla?” Sa’dar spoke lowly. “Ba’naj! How
could you! Her two daughters…”
“Before I talk to you about this, I need to talk to
P’tea,” he sighed as he continued to walk.
“Father knew,” Sa’dar growled. “That is why you two
had a fight. You could have told me.”
“What could I have told you, Sa’dar,” Ba’naj yelled
at him. “That I was going crazy like Sa’tesh's boys?”
“You could have talked to me, no matter what. I know
you had something to do with her death.” Sa’dar poked his brother’s chest
before walking off. When Ba’naj's son finished stitching him up, he went
immediately to his quarters to talk to P’tea.
He sat her down in their bedroom and stared at her
before he started to tell her everything. P’tea listened and nodded as Ba’naj
spoke. His story lasted for over an hour before P’tea was able to speak. “So
you cared so deeply for her, you chose to not challenge Sh’lok?” She looked
over at her mate whose soft blue eyes held nothing but uncertainty in response
to her question.
“She begged me not to,” he shrugged his shoulders.
“She was afraid that one of us was going to die. The last time I saw her, she
finally agreed it would be best. Kayla was as tired of the sneaking around as I
was. She wanted to do what was right, P’tea. She agreed to the challenge if the
fight could end when someone was severely wounded.”
“If you agreed to that rule, it would have made you
look weak,” P’tea gasped.
Ba’naj nodded. “I too, was tired of keeping this
secret from my mates. So I agreed to her terms. That is the last time I saw her
alive.”
“And Wa’jeeh, Tar’un and Pa’naka are your sons. Is
that the reason you trained them so intensively?”
Ba’naj gave her a slow nod. “Kayla never said it
aloud, but she did not have to.”
“And her two daughters with the blue eyes,” P’tea
thought back. “I had a feeling they were yours, when you snarled at me the day
I asked you to hold the younger of the two.”
“She would have purred in return,” Ba’naj mumbled.
“Well, all five are very fine pups. Wa’jeeh, he is a
very good boy,” she trilled softly. “Highly intelligent when it comes to the
ships technology like your sister and a little heavy around the mid section,
like your father. I wondered why his body structure was different from her
other children. Tar’un and Pa’naka are good fighters. They have your mother
strong traits.” P’tea stood up and walked towards the window before turning
around to look at Ba’naj.
“I killed her P’tea,” he stammered.
“No you did not Ba’naj,” she walked back over to him
and touched his face. Ba’naj looked up at her. “And before you even think it, I
am not mad at you. A little disappointed maybe, you both could have been killed
for your actions.” Ba’naj nodded. “I feel a bit of jealousy. You were willing
to put yourself and your status on the line for a female that was not me.”
“I am so sorry if I hurt you, P’tea, but I cannot say
I am sorry for being with her.”
“You should not be sorry,” P’tea nuzzled his neck
softly. “Kayla was a good female. Your biggest burden should be the thousands
of lives you could have saved by telling the truth. Her family deserves the
truth.”
“I have to start with Ta’noj,” Ba’naj stood up. “I’m
going to go prepare for my trip to the Gro’thon-ious.”
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