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They were retiring for the night and Connor still haven’t said a word to her. Her son was the first to jump in bed and scooted all the way towards the wall. To be honest, his silent treatment was beginning to hurt.

“You still won’t talk to me, Connor?"

Stubbornly her son turned his head away with his arms across his chest. Cross bit back the urged to smile, since their talked, her son returned to the apartment in silence. At first Cross was worried, but every now and then she would catch her son edging towards her on the bed until they were only three feet apart. With a sigh, she turned away from him with a chuckled. Behind her, the bed shifted until she felt a very familiar warm presence close to her.

“Connor, are you going to talk to me?”

A low rumbled was her only answer.

She sighed. “You know we’re having this discussion sooner or later, don’t you think it’s better to get it over with?”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” her son snapped. “I’m not going anywhere with that…muscles head!”

Cross chuckled. “That muscles head is your father…”

“He’s just a sperm donor for all I care!”

“Connor!” she scolded, “watched your mouth!”

He hissed and slammed his fists against the mattress. “I’m not going anywhere with him and you can’t make me.”

Cross couldn’t help but be relieved by his words. But the warning voice in the back of her head sounded an awful lot like Betanu’s.

“At the age Connor’s in, his aggression levels are unstable. If the pup is with his Bearer for too long he will become attached to her. And if other males try to mate with his Bearer the surge of hormones and rage will explode in his body. Causing him to attack…”

At the reminder of his words, Cross reliefs washed away like a tide. How was she going to get Connor to listen? But more importantly, how was she going to let go?

Rolling to her side Cross gathered her protesting son into her arms and held him there. Grasping the root of his dreadlocks she pulled his head back and stares down at him firmly.

“You’re going with Betanu and that’s finale,” she growled and tugs his head back when he made a move to look away. “Connor, you need to train properly and only Betanu can help you. Your rage and aggression will only get worse if you stay with me.”

At her words Connor’s red eyes shot to his mother with a wounded look. “I would never hurt you!”

Pulling them into sitting position, Cross held out her arm and lifted her shirt to expose her stomach. “The night you spied on me with Constantine you dug your claws into my arm and swipe your talons across my stomach.”

To be honest, Connor barely remembered that night, everything was a blurred to him. But seeing the scars on his mother’s arm and stomach was enough to send him in a whirled pool of guilt and anger. Yanking himself away from her, Connor left the bed and ran out the apartment. Cursing, Cross chase after him.

==

“General, I’m detecting movements in sector 17.”

Lifting his eyes from his paper works, Edwin turned his attention to his second. Sector 17 was where his daughter resident. Glancing at the clock on his desk, the General knew everyone’s was still asleep by this time. Cursing silently beneath his breath, he turned his sharp gray eye towards his second in command.

“Leave the intruder to me,” he grunted.

Scrapping back his chair the General stood up and left his office. General Edwin just hopes the little runt wasn’t doing anything stupid.

==

“Dammit, Connor, where are you!?”

Cross didn’t know how it happened but during the chase she lost sight of her son when he turned a corner. She was starting to panic now. Calling for him, Cross continued to run through the corridors. Since when did her son become so good at hiding from her?!

Cross was running a sharp corner when she suddenly ran into a hard wall, the impact knocked her down, hard. Cursing, she looked up and blush a bright red at the object standing there.

“You’re in a hurry,” Betanu observed as he helped the startled female off the ground.

Muttering a thanks, Cross made sure to put some distant between them. Again the Yautja was only dressed in his mesh suit and loin-cloth, but this time he had his mask on. “Have you seen Connor?”

Betanu mandibles clicked. “He ran away from you?”

This time she blushed with embarrassment. “We got into an argument. He doesn’t seem to want to leave.”

He nodded. “All pups are the same when they leave their Bearers. Come, I will help you find him.”

The two begin walking down the corridors in silences. Again, Cross made sure to put some distances between them. A repeat of what happened two days ago was something she desperately wanted to avoid. Although, with Betanu walking ahead of her with a good three feet, Cross never realized how scarred and muscular the Yautja’s back was. Or how narrowed his waist was…or how thick and black his dreads were, especially with the gold and silver rings decorating it. Cross hadn’t realized he stopped walking when she suddenly bumped into the back she’d been admiring. Cursing loudly, she quickly backs away from him and covered up her blush by ducking her head.

The eight foot Yautja turned to the ooman female with a tilt to the head. “You didn’t answer my question.”

Question…when did he ask her a question? She thought nervously. Clearing her throat, Cross said. “Sorry, I had something on my mind. Repeat the question.”

Betanu trilled. “I asked why you’ve been avoiding me.”

Cross’s brows furrowed at his curious words, did she really need to answer that? “I haven’t been avoiding you; I’ve been busy with work…” she lied.

Betanu scoffed. “You oomans seem to enjoy lying.”

She growled. “I don’t know what you mean…”

“You forget we Yautja have sensitive smells,” he clicked impatiently. “I can smell deaths from a mile away; I can smell the fear off my prey when I hunt. And yes…I can even smell your arousal for me at this very moment.”

Cross instantly halted at his words, already she can feel the blood rushing to her face. “Even with your mask on?” she felt stupid to ask.

Betanu let out a harsh laughed. “My mask alerted me of your hormones, believe me if I had it off…you wouldn’t be standing there untouched.”

Her gut tightened at his words. He was blocking out her scent by wearing his mask! To be honest…Cross was a little disappointed at his words. Shaking off the startled feeling, Cross pushed pass him and continue walking down the corridor. Her son was missing and now wasn’t the time to think about getting laid!

==

Connor gave a cry of pain when he was suddenly yanked out of his hiding place. Landing hard on his back, Connor looked up from the floor and quickly scurried away from the towering General. How the scarred General found him hiding in the air-vent just above emptied the training quarter, Connor will never know.

“How did you find me?” Connor asked, getting to his feet.

General Edwin grunted. “Let’s just say if you had been sneaking into enemy’s base, you would’ve been caught within seconds.”

Connor growled. “You’re an asshole.”

“What’s the matter, pup, afraid of the truth?” Edwin mocked, circling around the glaring Yautja. “Don’t you realize by now you’re weak?”

Crying out in rage, Connor rushed towards the General and was instantly knocked down by a meaty fist. “How many times do I have to tell you? Never rush at your opponent!”

Flaring his mandibles in rage, Connor hops to his feet and swiped his talons at the General. Side stepping from the attack, the General grabbed a handful of dreadlocks and hurled the angry Yautja across the room. Grunting at the impact of his harsh landing, Connor rushed to his feet and crouched low in defense. General Edwin arched a brow at the fierce Yautja and slowly approaches him.

“Reckless…stupid…and aggressive, you’re going to get yourself killed one day,” Edwin scorned. “You’re poorly disciplined, your emotion unpredictable…you will never be a warrior if you can’t get those things under control.”

Connor growled. “Shut up! Shut up!”

General Edwin’s nostrils flared at the scent of rage boiling off the pup. In a split second, the Yautja was on him with his fists pounding at his face. Snarling his rage, Edwin knocked Connor to the ground and watched him roll away with trails of green blood leaving in his wakes. Wiping the blood off from the corner of his lip, Edwin glanced at his finger tips with a grunt of approval.

“You’re starting to pack more force into your punches,” the General observed. “But it’s still not enough.”

Groaning, Connor got to his knees and felt the side of his mandibles where the General struck and hissed in pain. Spitting the blood from his mouth, Connor grimaced at the sight of the green neon blood on the mat.

“I know why Betanu is here,” the General suddenly said. “I had a discussion with him not too long ago. You’re going with him.”

“No!” Connor roared.

“If you wish to be more like Captain Cross you will cease your disobedience!” the General ordered harshly. “The technicians are finished with his ship and you’re leaving tonight with him.”

Connor growled.

“Are you such a coward, little pup, afraid to do some rough training?” the General taunted lazily. “It’s obvious you have no courage.”

At the sudden news, Connor felt his world falling apart. He didn’t really care about leaving the Colony…but the thought of being away from his mother was another thing. Why the hell should he go with a brunch of Yautja that never wanted him in the first place?! Especially with a Yautja who claimed to be his father! Why should he trust someone who’s abandoned him?

“Connor!”

Connor’s red eyes widens at the shout of his mother’s voice. Getting to his feet, he turned towards the door and winced at the sight of her standing there with her hands on her hips. But his fear turned to anger at the sight of Betanu standing behind his mother. Cross made her way towards her son and frowned at the sight of blood on his face. From the corner of her eye, she sees her father standing there and observing them quietly, his own lips were cut and bleeding.

“You got him good, Connor,” she whispered, turning her eyes to her son’s.

He nodded, resisting the urged to throw a smug smile at the General. As his mother knelt to his level, Connor felt his heart tightening. Looking into her determined beautiful purple eyes, he could only lower his head in defeat. He stiffened but relax when she press a cloth to his broken mandible.

“Next time, Connor, don’t ever run from me,” she warned, although her eyes shine suspiciously.

He nodded with his eyes still on the ground. “You still plan on getting rid of me?”

Her heart twisted at his words, shaking off the numb feeling, Cross was careful to cup his injured mandibles and lifted his eyes toward hers. “I never want you to leave me, Connor. But you need the training to help build you into a fine warrior. I can’t be the one to do it…not anymore.”

A growl rumbled in his throat. Betanu, approaching them, gave a low bark towards Connor who quickly shut his mandibles. Cross shot him an annoyed look before returning her attention to her son.

“Connor…” at the sound of his name he lifted his eyes from the floor. “Just this once, can’t you do it for me? I mean, you can always visit me, right?”

His eyes lit up at the thought.

Seeing the light in his eyes she flashed him a smile. “Now remember, don’t go humping everything in sight, okay?”

Connor chuckled.

Both males in the background grunted.

“I will come back…” Connor nodded, staring at her with determined eyes. “And make you proud.”

Cross’s lit up with pride through blurry eyes, but made sure to keep those tears back. Now wasn’t the time to cry. Just then, Betanu appeared beside them. Connor’s mandibles twitched, but he made sure to keep his growl in his throat.

“We will leave within an hour,” the enormous Yautja announced, jerking his head towards the door. “Come.”

Connor was hesitated to leave his mother, but at her reassuring smile he followed Betanu out the training room. The minute they were gone, Cross allowed her tears to flow. Sudden movements caught her attention, tearing her eyes from the floor and turning her head, she frowned at the sight of the General still standing. How long has it been since she cried in front of her father? Wiping the tears roughly from her face, Cross made a move to leave when a hand on her shoulder stops her in mid-step.

“I didn’t dismiss you, Captain.”

Cross slightly tilted her head at her father’s command and turned to him, “Forgive me, General,” she bowed her head. “May I please be excuse? I want to spend as much time as I can with my son.”

General Edwin had every intention to deny her request, but seeing the tears glittering in her pain gazed eyes, the words died in his throat. Curling his fists, the General tore his eyes away from hers. “It’s for the best, Akira; he belongs among his own species.”

Cross’s throat tightened at his words, it felt as though someone was taking their time twisting a knife through her heart. “Best for whom, dad?” for the first time in years since taking training with the General, Cross called him dad.

Swallowing down the lump in his throat, Edwin moves his hand from her shoulder to the softness of her hair. “His kind will always view us as prey; we must never forget what we are to them. The pain will go away in time.”

It had always been easy for Cross to numb out pain, but the pain in her heart…she didn’t know if that will ever go away.

==

“Everything will be alright.”

Cross had entered her bedroom to pack for her son when his voice startled her. Calming the fierce pounding in her heart, she glanced over her shoulder and felt her gut squirmed at the sight of the eight foot Yautja filling up her doorway.

“I will hold you to your words,” she turned her attention back to the object in her hand. “Where is Connor?”

“He’s getting adjusted to his new quarter on my ship.”

Cross nodded and suddenly tense when she felt his warm body inches from her. Feeling her palms begin to sweat, she made a move to side step from him when suddenly his arm shot out and wrap around her waist. Cross barely had time to protest when she felt herself being lifted and held against a wall of muscles. Before she can open her mouth, the muscles behind her begin to purred and vibrate. Almost instantly she begins to moan and squirm against him, the purring only increases. The intoxicating scent she smelled two days ago once again begin invading her nostrils.

“Betanu, what are you doing,” she gasped, her nails biting into the thickness of his skin. With her free hand she blindly reached up and felt his naked face and cursed, he didn’t have his mask on.

Growling low in his throat, Betanu lifted the small female in his arms and threw her gently on the bed. Watching her scoot away from him until her back hit the bedframe; the Yautja couldn’t help but become more aroused by the ooman female. Her scent alone was enough to lure him into a rough mating, but watching her pant heavily with her strange glowing purple eyes staring at him with needs…Betanu was going to have to force himself to be gentle with the her.

Cross shouldn’t be aroused; she shouldn’t be turned on by the sight of an alien in front of her! But sitting there with her back pressed against the bed and her legs bent forward, she watched through heavy eyelids as the large and muscular Yautja male crawled toward her. There was something predatory and exciting about the way he crawled toward her with his piercing yellow eyes staring at her with every intention of taking her.

Taking in a shuddering breath, Cross gathered what was left of her common sense and held up her hands to stop his movement. “Wait, wait, we shouldn’t do this.”

Betanu chirped, his head tilting to the side. “I believe your body says otherwise…” he purred as he inhaled her aroused feminine scent.

Cross clamped her legs shut. “Listen to my mouth, Betanu, this isn’t a good idea!”

A low rough laughed rumbled in his throat. “If you’re afraid of me impregnating you, it’s not possible for our species to reproduce.”

“That’s not it!” she denied, blushing at his words. “It’s just…”

Cross glanced down his body and felt the blood rushed to her face at the sight. Betanu followed her gaze and grunted. “You’re afraid I will hurt you?”

Lowering her eyes, Cross shook her head. “I.. I just can’t…”

The pain in her voice immediately halted Betanu’s movements. Suddenly the urged to gut himself overwhelmed him. Cross had just lost her mate not too long ago and here he was trying to engage her. Betanu remembered reading some oomans take only one mate. Was the male, Constantine, her permanent mate? At the thought, Betanu gut burned with disappointment and jealousy. A female like Cross would be highly prized for. Males from all over Clans would fight for the chance to mate with her.

“I apologize for distressing you, Cross,” Betanu bowed his head. “I will cease my attempt to mate with you…”

She shook her head. “It’s alright…”

Without warning Betanu’s talons reached out and roughly yank her pants, along with her undies, from her body. Cross watched helplessly as he flung them over his shoulder. Gasping, she made a move to cover herself. Grunting his amusement, Betanu gently but firmly pried her hands away and held them down to her sides.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to mate with me!”

He tore his eyes always from her tempting flesh and twitched his mandibles into a grinned. “Mo, no mating, but pleasure, I will give you,” he growled as he rubs his head against the inside of her thighs. “Don’t move…”

The feel of his dreadlocks trickling her naked skin sent a shiver of pleasure down her spines. Cross’s lower body tightened with painful need at his words. Already she can feel her legs shaking with anticipation. Cross watched through hooded eyes he spread her thighs with his hand. The sight of his mandibles and tusks close to her tender flesh made her squirm nervously. His four crab-like hooks had sharp tusks at the end of each ones, but the fangs inside his mouth were what worried her. Well, they both worried her, but it also made her curious just to see how this Yautja male will give her oral sex with those dangerous weapons attached to him.

Cross’s breath shuddered at the first touch of his finger against her wet lips. Staring down the length of her body, she noticed how he used the pad of his fingers to caress her. Cross was thankful for that; she definitely didn’t want his talons ripping up her tender flesh. Using the pad of his fingers, he explored her without ever once touching her clitoris. But the more he touched her, the more frustrating it got for her. The ache in her body was beginning to hurt; the need to be filled was uncomfortably painful. Whimpering, she arched her lower body in hopes he got the message and immediately hummed her pleasure at the first touch of his tongue. But the second he purred while pressing his tongue against her clit, her body reacted violently. Arching her back and throwing back her head, Cross wasn’t preparing for the most powerful orgasms she’s ever had and didn’t bother to hold back her cries of intense pleasure. When she would have move and grind against him, Betanu held her down by pressing one hand down her abdomen.

When her body was finally satisfied, Cross was able to allow her body to relax against the mattress. Leaning back, Betanu’s chest puffed with pride at the satisfied look on the female’s flushed face. He never knew how sensitive the ooman’s body was. The urged to break his words was tempting to the Yautja male. The vision of him tearing off his loin-cloth and mounting the sexually aroused female damn near broke his self-control.

“I, uh, I’m going to shower,” Cross muttered as she scooted off the bed. She wasn’t surprise when she found herself yanked back into his arms with a gasp. Her irritation quickly dissolved at the feel of the hard aroused male pressed against her back. The feel of him rubbing against her made her begin to ache all over again. Hissing, Cross stubbornly yanked away from him.

Betanu chirped, his head tilting to the side. “Your pheromones confuse me…”

Cross huffed. “What are you talking about?” she trolled across the room and opened her draw for a new pair of pants and underwear.

“One minute you want to mate with me and the next you’re angry…” he shook his head, sending his dreadlocks swinging with the motion. “You females confuse me.”

Buttoning up her pants, she turned to him with a mocking smile. “Welcome to Earth, space man.”

He grunted as he unhooks his mask from his waist belt and attached it to his face. Almost instantly her strong potent scent cleared from his head. Cross was already rushing out the door with Betanu close at heel.

“Three years…”

At his unexpected words, she halted with her heart racing in her chest. “Three years?”

“I will bring him back in three years; hopefully by then he will have some self-control.”

Three years and I will get to see my son again, Cross thought with relief. “Thank you, Betanu,” it was the only thing she can say, he nodded before walking ahead of her.

“Cross, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask…”

“What is it?”

Stopping in his track, the eight foot Yautja male turn to the ooman female and chirped curiously. “What does the term ‘sperm donor’ mean?”

==

Standing in front of the alien spacecraft, General Edwin gave the signal for the technician to open the dorm above them. The General’s gray eye looked up into the night’s clear sky and breathed in deeply the scent of winter. Sitting on the ramp of the ship, Connor fidget with his talons nervously while waiting for Betanu and his mother to arrive. In less than fifteen minutes he was going to be in space! At the thought, Connor couldn’t help but feel excited. Just then, his mother and his eight foot sperm donor came into the ships area.

Jumping to his feet, Connor ran to his mother and straight into her arms. Laughing softly, Cross picks up her son and continues walking with him clinging on to her like a monkey. Behind them Betanu watched the two and felt a knotted in guilt. The bond they created was made from love, unlike the females of his species. Those females cared for their suckling, but only out of duty and responsibilities. Watching his pup with his surrogate mother, Betanu was relented to separate the two. He watched as they made their way on to the ramp and made a move to follow but a large hand on his shoulder halted him.

General Edwin glanced over his shoulder to make sure no one was within hearing distance before returning his cold eye towards the Yautja male.

“I can smell your fucking musk, Yautja,” the General growled in prefect Yautja’s language.

Betanu’s head jerked back in shock. It was impossible for ooman to learn his species language! Even if they tried, they didn’t have the same muscles in their throats to change certain patterns in sounds. But hearing the General speak, one might mistake him for a Yautja himself!

“Just who are you, General?” Betanu didn’t bother to hide his shock from the scarred ooman male.

“Someone you shouldn’t fuck with,” he warned, pushing roughly at the Yautja’s shoulder in a clear male challenge. “If I find you touching my daughter… I will plant your skull along with my collection of trophies.”

Betanu reacted naturally and pushed back at the General’s shoulder. “Answer my question, ooman!”

Seeing the rough display, the General’s men drew out their weapons and aimed at the threat. But a quick signal from their General, all the men lowered their weapons. “As you were, men,” Edwin ordered, making sure they move backs their distance before returning his attention to the Yautja.

“Be thankful I need you to take the runt away from my daughter,” he growled, his one gray eye starting to glowed with fury.

A growl rumbled in his throat, but Betanu wasn’t about to reveal he was coming back in three years. “This isn’t over, ooman.”

General Edwin growled before turning away at the sound of footsteps approaching them. The angry darkening in his eye instantly disappeared at a pair of purple eyes staring at him curiously.

“I’m ready to go,” Connor announced.

Betanu nodded but behind his mask he kept his eyes on Cross. He will return in three years, will the female have another mate by then? No matter, Betanu thought amusedly, what ooman male can stop the eight foot Honored Warrior from claiming what was his. Betanu tapped a fist to his chest and bowed his head towards her direction. Smiling Cross returned the respectful sign. Stepping beside his pup, Betanu reached down and tugs on one of Connor’s dreadlock and jerked his head toward Cross. Straightening his back, Connor tapped his fist to his chest and bowed his head deeply towards his mother.

Edwin slowly turned and walked away from the three and hardened his heart. Seeing the pain in his daughter’s eyes, the General was certain she will get over it. The pain of losing someone never last long, Edwin learned that at a very young age.

Holding back tears of pride, Cross returned the indication. “You will be a fine warrior, Connor,” she reached into her pocket and held up a gold necklace with a jade Buddha attached to it. “This belonged to my mother who gave it to me when I was…around your age,” she smiled as she hooked the necklace around his neck. “Don’t ever forget where you came from. Most of all…don’t forget me.”

Connor’s heart swelled at the love in his mother’s words and suddenly it wasn’t so scary to leave anymore. Because when he comes back home he will make her proud to call him son. She’d risked everything just to keep him alive, even defying her own father. She’d done her part…and now it was his turned to protect her.

“I will never forget you,” Connor said fiercely. “When I return to home, I will make you proud of me.”

Cross’s chuckled, the tears from her eyes flow freely now. “You already make me proud, Connor. Just come home safe.”

Embracing his mother one last time, Betanu led the pup away from Cross and towards the ship. Her nails biting into her palms, Cross held back the urged to call back her son. She didn’t know seeing him go was much harder then she thought. She watched the two Yautja walked up the ramp and into the ship, her heart dropped as the doors seal shut behind them.

Cross hadn’t realized she’s taken a step forward when suddenly she was yanked back by an arm across her chest. Looking up, she sees the General holding her back with a stern look on his harsh face. Biting back her cry of rage, Cross could only watch as the ship roar to life. The floor beneath their feet begins to shake as inch by inch the ship begins to lift from its holding dock. Gripping on to her father’s thick coat, Cross watched through blurry eyes as the ship lifts into the air before shooting straight into the sky. As soon as the ship disappeared from sight, Cross felt like a part of her went with him.

The General signal his technicians to shut the dorm head above them as he helped his distraught daughter out the room. Cross was dimly aware of her father pulling her through the corridors.

“You need to control yourself, Captain,” the General hissed as he thrust her into his office. Cross stumbled in but nodded.

“Yes, sir,” she muttered numbly. “May I please be excuse?”

“No!” he snapped, sitting at his desk.

Cross nodded.

“I don’t want your men witnessing you in such a low state,” he hissed. “First thing tomorrow morning I’m putting you in training with me.”

Her father’s personal training…maybe it will help put some pain through her numb body. While her father talked with her through the schedules, Cross’s mind wondered off to her son. In three years she will get to see him again. That would be 1, 098 days until he came back.

1, 098 days…that shouldn’t be too long, right?

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bloodravyn : hehehe you will just have to wait and see!!
Rev : hhaaha sorry!!!
beliefinkakashi : hahah it will later on the future, i swear! BUT im sooo not done with Constantine yet!!
chiken8: hahah thanks! you will just have to wait and find out later!!
CoCo: Thank you sooo much!!!
LadyC: I'm glad that i did!! and i will certainly give you more!!

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