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“Captain, should I allow the spacecraft clearance?” one of the technicians asked nervously. The guards stood beside their Captain with the weapons in the crook of their elbows.

Cross gave the technicians a nod. “They’re allowed clearance.”

The technician reached over and flips the switch and almost instantly the dorm above their head hummed before sliding open. Cross step back and stared up at the opening and felt her heart lifted at the sight of the familiar ship. The room shook from the rumbling engine of the ship as it slowly descended down the platform. The Captain made sure to keep her distant when the ship’s door slide open and a stream of white smoke emerges. The ramp appeared and attached itself to the ship’s opening.

Don’t rush, don’t rush, don’t rush, Cross kept repeating the words over and over again in her head. She stood there as the smoke continues to stream out and frowned when she caught sight of a form through the smokes when suddenly the floor beneath her boots shook and without warning she was tackled to the ground! The Captain gave a startled cry at the heavy body on top of her. Instantly her men were surrounding them with weapons aimed. Cross was already making a move to shove the body off her when suddenly…

“Mom!”

Cross’s heart flooded with warmth at the familiar voice. Opening her eyes she finds herself staring into a pair of red ones and instantly gave a cry of joy.

“Connor!” she held him back at arm’s length and laughed her joy, “Look at how tall you’ve gotten, son!”

Her son had mature and grown in the past two and a half years! Ordering her men to stand down, the Captain got off the floor while still studying her son. No longer was he the five foot Yautja. Standing over her at six foot three, Connor was dressed in every inched as a Yautja warrior. His inky black dreadlocks were decorated in silver rings and grown passed his broad shoulder. Taking a step back, she felt her eyes go all teary with pride at her son. Her little man was indeed half way to becoming an Honored Warrior like his father. Armored from head to toe and dressed in the same mush suit, Connor even had his very own mask that was attached to his waist. His body was already forming with muscles and scars of his own. Even his reddish brown strips had darkened and his crown forehead patterns color deepened as well. But what caught her purple eyes was his face and at how mature he’s gotten. The fangs on his crab-like hooks grew and so did the ones in his mouth.

“It’s so good to see you again, mom!” Connor trilled happily and gathered his mother into his arms. The two embrace and didn’t care who watched.

“Connor, I told you not to rush towards your Bearer,” a voice growled from behind them.

Cross pulled from her son’s arms and felt her cheeks blushed at the sight of Betanu standing on the ship’s ramp, the eight foot muscular Yautja haven’t changed one bit to her delight. The armors he wore was still the same and the scars, even the surgical one those scientists did to him, were still the same. His dreadlocks, she realized had grown and was carelessly tied back and decorated in silver and gold trinkets. Deep inside she was disappointed he was wearing his mask.

“Betanu,” she nodded towards the Yautja she saved two years ago.

Betanu bowed from the waist down, a deep sign of respect, “Greeting, Cross, a pleasure to see you again.”

Clearing her throat nervously, Cross quickly turned away when she felt the blush spread across her cheeks. But her thoughts were interrupted when her son’s arms tightened around her and his purring deepened. Smiling at the familiar sound, Cross only return her son’s affection by wrapping her arms around his waist.

Betanu approached the two and felt a growl rumbled in his chest. Connor noticed the growl but was unyielding. Cross, realizing how stiffed her son was and pulled back from the embrace with a worried frown. “Connor, you okay?”

Connor quickly forced his mandibles to twitch into a smile. “Nothing, I’m just happy to be home. There’s much I want to tell you and things I want to show you!”

Cross laughed as her son ran back into the ship, leaving her and Betanu alone. She glances over her shoulder and look away when she felt her stomach fluttered nervously. The last time they were alone together…things happened…very, very nice things…okay, very pleasurable things.

With her eyes staring at the ship, she never noticed Betanu coming up from behind her. Her body tensed nervously when she felt his warm body close to hers, but the feel of his talons running up and down her naked arms made her body fluttered in excitement. Biting back the urged to sigh in pleasure, Cross quickly steps away from him.

Betanu clicked his amusement and straighten back up. “I take it you have not mated since we left.”

At his blunt words, the Captain’s blood came rushing back to her face. “Betanu!” she gasped and looked around to make sure no one heard. Luckily for her all the technicians were too busy with their own work.

Holding back his laughter, Betanu reached up and remove the hoses attached to his mask. Cross quickly made a move to leave but a claw hand wrapped around her arm prevented her. She only gritted her teeth as she watched the Yautja male take off his mask and attached it to his waist belt. She followed his movements but her eyes stayed on his loin-cloth.

With a growl Betanu pulled the resisting female into his arms and instantly purrs at her intoxicating scent invading him. The urged to strip off her ooman clothing was damn near tempting. If Betanu haven’t been paying attention to the female in his arms he would have noticed three massive Yautja males entering the docking area.

Halkrath was the one to let out a roar before charging towards the unknown Yautja male. Betanu release the startled female and gave a roar of his own before bracing himself against the attack. The ground shook as the two massive Yautja fell to the floor. The technicians and guards were instantly on their feet. Cross watched with wide eyes as the two Yautja beat at each other with their fists. The Captain was quick to signal her men to put their weapons away as she approached the brawling Yautja.

“Stop it!” the Captain shouted over their roars. With a curse, she took out her Bersa and fires two into the ground. Instantly the two Yautja halted their attacks and turned their eyes towards her. “Enough, you two will stop your fighting!”

Cross’s eyes noticed each Yautja was bleeding green from the mouth.

“This Yautja was attacking you!” Halkrath growled as he was getting to his feet. Upon closer look, the twin suddenly realized the male was the Honored Warrior Betanu.

The Elder stood back and watched in curiosity.

Betanu’s flared his mandibles in rage. He didn’t need an introduction, he already knew of the twins. But his only question was, why they were here.

Cross sighed. “No, he wasn’t attacking me, Hulk.”

Lar’ja was beside his brother; his own green eyes were glaring daggers at Betanu. “He was in the process of mating with you!” he growled. “No Yautja male is allowed to touch you!”

Halkrath growled his agreement as the two made a move towards Betanu.

“Lark and Hulk, you two will stand down!” the Captain ordered, stepping in between them. “Betanu is here as my guest and you two will not touch him!”

At her fierce words the twins halted. Betanu stared down at the female and did his damnest not to purr. Bakuub chose the moment to make his present known. It was only then Betanu realized the Elder and bowed his head. But the Elder’s purple eyes weren’t staring at any of them; he was staring at the white Yautja standing at the mouth of the ship. Cross glanced over her shoulder and smiled at the sight of her son standing there. She crooks a finger at him and he instantly came to her side. Connor’s brows furrowed in confusion at the Elder and wondered why he had the same color eyes as his mother. Betanu, standing beside Connor, noticed how his pup didn’t bow his head toward the Elder. Growling a warning low in his throat, Connor recognized his warning and quickly bowed his head.

“There’s much we need to discuss,” the Elder announced.

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“You’re part Yautja!?” Connor stared at his mother with wide and shocking eyes.

Cross shrugged. “A little bit…”

Connor trilled softly as he sat down beside his mother on the couch, after the little incident Cross had taken the group of Yautja males into her office. The twin was still staring threateningly at Betanu who glared at them in return. Cross eyed the three from across the room and frowned with concern. Connor turns his eyes and stared at the ancient Yautja standing by the door. It was still eerie to him to see the color of his mother’s eyes on someone else’s.

“A peace treaty among the oomans,” Betanu suddenly said, his yellow eyes staring at the female seated not far from him. “And the Clans are to arrive tomorrow?”

Elder Bakuub nodded, his eyes staring at the twins. “I’ve assigned Halkrath and Lar’ja to guard my great-great-granddaughter when they arrive.”

Betanu growled his displeasure. “There is no need for them, I can protect her.”

The twins instantly growled their anger.

The Elder held up his hand to silence their protests. Cross merely rolled her eyes in annoyance at the high level of males’ testosterone in the chamber, beside her, Connor mandibles twitched nervously.

Wanting to take the subject off her, the Captain turned her attention to her son. “How was your time on the Clan Ship?” Cross asked with a smile.

Connor clicked excitedly. “I fought against many Yautja and kicked their asses!” he tap a fist to his chest. “They will think twice before calling me an abomination, those fuckers.”

Cross’s brows snapped at his words and Connor instantly tightened his mandibles shut. He’d forgotten he was talking to his mother and not just some random female. Sighing, Cross merely reached out and tugged on one of his dreadlock, her son’s mandibles lifted into a grinned at her act of forgiveness.

“I’m proud of you, son,” she smiled.

Connor trilled softly. “Thank you.”

It was then Cross realized all Yautja were staring at her and Connor. Shifting nervously, the Captain stood up with her hands on her hips and scowled at them.

“I’m curious, Betanu,” she said walking towards him. “I thought you weren’t coming for another five months.”

“Your son thought it was time,” Betanu chirped. “He was anxious to show you what a fine warrior he’s become.”

The Captain nodded. “Thank you for keeping an eye on him.”

“I gave you my word as a warrior to watch him. He is, after all, my son.” As he was saying those words, Betanu causally reached out and ran a talon finger through her hair. At his action, Cross’s heart skipped a beat.

Instantly the twin growled and made a move towards them.

“Your intentions are clear, Betanu,” Lar’ja hissed. “You’re not allowed to mate with the female!”

At the Yautja’s word, Connor felt his mandibles sagged in shock. Betanu wanted to mate with his mother?!

Betanu flared his mandibles in anger.

“Enough!” the Elder roared, his eyes glaring at each male. “You’re Honored Warriors and you will behave as such!”

All male lowered their head in submission at the Elder’s words. Connor, on the other hand, can already feel his talon fingers curling into two fists. Throughout his two and a half years of training beside Betanu, Connor was able to control some of his rage and kept them from emerging. But the thought of his mother being touched by any males was enough to have him roar his fury. Cross, standing beside her son, instantly felt his anger and without hesitation laid a comforting hand on his stiffed arm.

“Honored Warrior Betanu, there is a reason why I’ve assigned Lar’ja and Halkrath to guard Cross,” the Elder said, “She is rare among ooman female who can carry a Yautja’s pup. Herself being part Yautja…she must be kept away from the Youngbloods. The twins are necessary; they will act as her guards and pretention mates.”

Betanu growled beneath his breath. “I will be her guard and her intended mate.”

“If you plant your seed in her you will kill her!” Lar’ja hissed.

Halkrath hissed a warning. “You will have to get through us first if you desire to mate with the female.” He snarled in Yautja.

Flaring his mandibles, Betanu made a move towards them but was instantly stopped by a hand on his arm. Glancing down, the eight foot massive Yautja felt his anger melt at the delicate female standing beside him.

“Okay, guys, you can stop talking like I’m not here,” Cross bit out angrily, but her cheeks burned with embarrassment that her son was witnessing their conversation. “It’s getting late and I need to sleep. We will discuss this later.”

Cross bowed her head towards the Elder before leaving the room with her son following behind her. Beside her, Connor chirped curiously but made sure not to say anything. Judging by that dark scowl on his mother’s face she looked ready to murder someone and Connor didn’t want to be that person.

Bakuub watched Cross and Connor leave before returning his attention to the three hostile males. But his main focus was on Betanu.

“You truly wish to be her mate?” he questioned the Honored Warrior. “Even knowing you can never sire a suckling from her?”

Betanu bowed his head. “I’ve fulfilled my duties to my Clan and sired many pups. I wish to become Cross’s permanent mate.”

The Elder’s mandibles twitched with amusement. “What makes you so sure she will accept you?” he cocked his head to the side with a thoughtful look. “And what makes you so sure her Sire will release his only ooman child into your care?”

Lar’ja grunted. “Her Sire is known to hate Yautja and I fought him myself and won,” he said smugly. “I’ve proven myself to him that I can protect her…can you?”

Betanu felt his lowered mandibles spread wide in aggression, but then lifted it into a grin. “Cross is the kind of female, who can protect herself against any enemy, she even fought against a hive of Kainde Amedha and their Queen. I don’t see her as a weak female,” he declared in a proud voice. “And I give you my word no harm will come to your bloodline.”

The Elder growled his approval.

Both Halkrath and Lar’ja grunted.

Betanu nodded his head towards the Elder before leaving the room and the twins made a move to follow but a sharp barked from their Elder halted them.

Lar’ja was already protesting. “But, Honorable Elder…”

Bakuub held up his hand and Lar’ja instantly clamped his mandibles shut. “Stay close but do not interfere. I’m curious to see if this Betanu can be trusted with his words.”

The twins disagreed, but didn’t bother voicing their opinion.

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Cross and her son was just entering her apartment when suddenly Connor steps in front of his mother and bowed from the waist down.

"I will protect you, mom," Connor declared and as he straightened up.

Cross smiled at her son's words, what a fine warrior he was becoming. "I appreciate your words, Connor, but you forget I'm a Captain first. I'm honored bound to protect the civilians of my Colony."

He trilled. "You can protect them, but I will protect you."

Who was she to argue against his words? She thought. "I'm honored to have you watch my back."

His red eyes shine with pride.

Glancing at the clock, Cross sighed before giving her son a small smile. "It's late and I should be resting," saying that she walks into the bathroom to undress and get into her sleep attire.

"Well I hope you know I'm not going anywhere," said Connor as he begins removing his armors and weapons. "I will sleep on the couch."

Cross was walking out the bathroom dressed in her legging and tank-top when he said that. He was no longer her seven month, five foot little man. She guessed at this age he was closed to being a teenager. Cross watched her son walked into the living room before she crawled into bed in sheered exhaustion. She only hoped there will be no late night visitor when she was asleep.

With his mesh suit to keep him warmed, Connor didn't need to ask his mother for a spare blanket, although he was regretting his choice of sleeping arrangement. Standing over it, the couch suddenly seem small and fragile to the six foot two, three hundred pound Yautja. Muttering a curse, Connor eased his weight on it and winced when it groan underneath him. He was just getting ready to throw his legs over it when suddenly a beep at the door alerted him of a late night visitor. The six foot two Yautja was already standing up when the doors open and the visitor walked in.

Connor lowered his eyes. "She's asleep." He said in Yautja, of all his training, the only thing Connor had a problem with was learning the Yautja’s language.

Betanu bit back his disappointment but nodded. "I came in hopes of speaking with her."

Connor's mandibles twitched with irritation. "You wish to mate her," it wasn't a question, but more like a statement.

Betanu's yellow eyes stared at his son curiously, throughout the two and a half years away from his surrogate mother, their bond was still strong.

"I do not seek her out just to mate with her, Connor, but I intend to take her as my permanent mate."

Connor's eyes widened at Betanu's words, already the young Yautja can feel his fingers curling. "I heard what those other Yautja said; you will kill her if you get her with your baby!"

"I don't plan on getting her with my suckling, Connor, I'm not selfish. But I still wish to be with her."

Connor's stomach turned at the thought; already the young Yautja can feel his mandibles twitching in anger. "That's not a good..."

"Betanu, what are you doing here?"

At the sound of his mother's voice Connor's head turned in that direction. "You're supposed to be asleep."

Cross arched a delicate brow at his words. "Well...it's hard to sleep with two loud voices growling over something."

Both father and son muttered their apologies.

"And what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Honored Warrior?"

"I wish to discuss a private matter with you," Betanu said.

Cross shifted nervously where she stood. "Perhaps another time?" whatever he had in mind she knew it didn't involve talking.

Impatiently, Betanu turned his eyes toward his pup. "Connor, if you would please excuse us."

Connor hesitated. "But..."

A low warning growl rumbled deep in his throat, his yellow eyes narrowing at his pup. Connor's body tensed at the sound.

"Don't you growl at him!" she snapped at him.

Startled, Betanu's grimed look suddenly became amused. "Connor, do not make me ask you again..."

Connor scowled and stood his ground. "I'm not leaving..."

"Connor, its ok..." his mother assured him even though her eyes were narrowed at the eight foot Yautja." This shouldn't take too long."

Connor chirped in confusion. "Mom?"

Patiently, she tore her eyes away from Betanu and gave her son a warm smile. "It's alright, you just wait outside."

The young Yautja desperately wanted to ignore his mother's words, but in the end he bowed his head and walked out the door. The minute the door closed behind Connor, Betanu was already walking towards the stubborn female.

Cross was on alert and held up her hand to stop him. "Wait, you said you wanted to talk."

Betanu clicked impatiently. "Sei-I, yes, but after."

But the stubborn female was already retreating from him. Growling his annoyance, Betanu was fast to catch the resisting female and bring her down to the floor with him. Cross was both furious and excited! She cried out in protest when his deadly talons did quick work of her clothing.

"Dammit, Betanu, you didn't have to destroy my clothes!" she hissed.

Ripping the last fabric of her underwear, the Yautja male only chuckled his amusement.

Cross silently curse her body for betraying her. The feel of his hard body pressing against hers made her squirmed with excitement. Against her will she yelped when his talon fingers splayed over her breast and cups it tenderly. Betanu watched her skin carefully as he delicately pressed his talon against her skin and growls his displeasure as a red droplet appeared and ran down the side of her bosom.

"Oomans are too delicate," the Yautja male growled, "even if you're five percent Yautja."

"Then get off me!" she snapped.

Betanu growled, his face just inches from hers. Cross continued to scowl at him with her glowing purple eyes.

"We...can't do it," she muttered, feeling a blush spread across her cheeks.

But the male Yautja wasn't fooled. The scent of the aroused female was evidence of her need to mate. Growling his pleasure, Betanu buried his face in her dark mane and purred.

"Dammit!" she cursed and moaned at the feel of his body vibrating against hers. The strong scent he was releasing invaded her nostrils and instantly it made her body wet and aching. Whimpering, Cross press her opened mouth against his bulky chest and bit down.

Betanu's body jerked at the unsuspecting attack but instantly relax at the feel of her wet tongue bathing over his wound. Rumbling his pleasure, he watched through hooded eyes as the female laid her head back down with a sultry smile. His groin jerked at the sight of his blood on the corner of her lips. Using the pad of his thumb, he gently wipes the blood from her lips and used his index finger to open her mouth. Cross obliged him and licks the blood clean from his thumb.

Betanu's body shook with pleasure at the touch of her tongue. "You mate just like..."

Cross's passionate eyes instantly filled with fury and without hesitation hook her fingers around his mandibles and jerked his head down harshly. Betanu roar his displeasure but didn't dare make a move, he didn't want to upset the female beneath him any further.

"Lesson one when mating with a human female, Yautja, never, ever bring up the subject of mating with another female in bed!" she growled.

Only after he nodded did she release him. Betanu jerk his head back and his rubbed his injured mandibles with a thoughtful look. Instead of being angry, he lifted his crab-like hooks into a grinned.

"Apologies, I do not wish to upset my female."

Cross scoffed. "I'm not your female."

Betanu's eyes perked at the silent challenge. "We shall see," he growled as he ran his hand down her body and in between her legs.

Cross gasps at the delicious sensation and widened her leg to accommodate him. This time he didn't teased her like the first time. The pad of his fingers found her clit and rubbed gently. Moaning, Cross arched her back and bit her lips to keep from crying her pleasure. Already she can feel the pressure building up; she was so damn close to achieving her first orgasm in two years when suddenly Betanu pulled away.

Cross was quick to cry out a protest. "Why the hell did you stop!?"

They were both panting heavily from unfulfilled desire, the male Yautja above her growled and flung himself away from the sexually aroused female. Cross sat her flushed body up, not caring if she was naked and scowled her anger in frustration. Already her body was beginning to hurt and ache.

"The day I give you pleasure will be the day you declare yourself my mate." Betanu growled.

At his words she jerked to her feet. The feeling of pleasure was suddenly gone and replace with anger which she welcomed gladly.

"I see what you're doing," Cross hissed, her fingers curling into fists. "You do realize you're not the only male here, right?!"

Betanu arched his back and flared his mandibles in fury. "Should you touch any of those males, I will skin them alive and take their skulls as my trophies!"

Cross hissed her frustration. "You have no right to do this!"

Betanu growled. "I will give you all the pleasure you want and all the fucking you need. But until you give yourself to me as my mate, you will have none from me or any male!"

He towered over her and brought his glaring eyes down to her level and hissed. "If I smell another male on you, their death will be on your conscious."

Cross's fury exploded and without hesitation she swung her fist across his mandibles and felt some satisfaction at his painful hissed. But unfortunately for her, her fist was now stinging with pain as well. Cross watched with angry eyes as the eight foot Yautja storm angrily out of her apartment before she herself walked into her bathroom and turn on the cold shower head. The feel of the icy water running down her head cooled her aching body, but not her anger. She was beginning to see where Connor got his possessive streak from!

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ATTENTION:
Sorry, I won’t be writing for a while until I get everything Beta Read =) as soon as that’s done I will jump right back to it!!!! Thank you for your patience!!
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