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Hearing the pain in her father’s voice when he revealed who his mother was brought anguish tears to her eyes. Not only was he punished for being a half-breed, but also for being born from the womb of a slave. Honestly, Cross had always thought her grandmother was from Earth, and now she knows. That explained why her father had been hell bent on keeping her away from her grandfather. It also explained why he hated the Yautja Clan. Did he truly think she, his own daughter, will shun her father just because of being born from a slave?
“I wanted to tell you this before you found out from someone else,” he admitted, his eye still staring at the fists on his lap. “My mother never had a name, like the others she was simply known as slave. And she belonged to Elder Nihkou’te.”
Cross’s heart clenched at the cruel fate her grandmother was handed. “I hope you’re not blaming your mother for something that wasn’t her fault.”
The General was already shaking his head. “Of course I don’t blame my mother,” although at a very young age Edwin had once blamed not only his father, but his mother for his cruel fate.
“Because I was the son of an Elder I was spared from being a slave myself and from being challenge to a last match. But it didn’t stop others from trying to beat me to a pulp.” He gave a humorless chuckle. “When I came of age I demanded my freedom from my ties to the Clan and my father,” his hand motion carelessly toward the scars on his face. “I won and was granted leave to make my home on Earth.”
“Unfortunately, my past caught up with me,” he grimaced. “I wanted to be the one to tell you…”
She nodded. “Like I said, it doesn’t change my opinion of you, dad. You survived and that what matters.”
He grinned and suddenly it was easy to breathe. “When I came to Earth a man found me and patched me up. His name was Joseph Cross, the man who adopted me into his family.”
“How old were you when you came to Earth” she asked curiously.
A thoughtful look came over his scarred face. “I was seventeen and barely spoke any English. Joseph knew right away I wasn’t from Earth despite me looking human, but choose to shelter me.”
Cross vaguely remembered Joseph, the man had passed away from old age when she was a mere three years old. But from the stories she heard, he was an outstanding man.
“Everyone accepted me…they respect me here on Earth, I worked my way to the top and became a General at the age of twenty-five, it was unheard of!” he laughed bitterly at his memory. “I even won the love of a woman I didn’t even deserve…”
Cross’s breath hitched at the love in her father’s voice…after all these years he was still in love with her deceased mother. Love…it can turn the most strongest of person into the weakest, she thought angrily. Her mother’s death had been unexpected and had turned the two people who loved her into cold and bitter people. Living the life he did, her father hadn’t known how to comfort a crying child of the tender age of six. He did what he did best and brought her to training with him. The pain had gone away…but it had left Cross feeling abandoned and cruel. If it hadn’t been for Kelly’s friendship, she honestly didn’t know what kind of a person she would turn out to be.
“The treaty, General, does it have one section that will let them free the human slaves?”
Edwin scoffed. “The Councilmen aren’t after freeing the humans…they’re more interested in obtaining the Yautja’s ships and weapons.”
A black scowl darkens over her face. “Are you kidding me!?”
“Captain, it’s always been the plan for the Councilmen to learn the secrets of the Yautja’s,” he explained grimly. “Peace is just the masks for their so called ‘treaty,’” he quoted treaty with mockery.
“So are you telling me the treaty is a fake?”
Weary he shook his head. “Oh, the treaty’s real, alright. Even the Yautja’s Elders have some of their own demands.”
“And may I ask what that is, General?”
Edwin hesitates to answer his daughter, especially staring at those cold eyes of hers. If she knew what the Councilmen agreed to her anger will only explode. In all honesty, Edwin didn’t mind what they agreed to. If the Yautja Elders agreed to reveal the secrets of their weapons and space crafts than the Councilmen will allow them to continue their hunt on humans, but only the convicted ones. A trade of weapons and ships seems worth the lives of condemned men and women to the General’s eyes.
Clearing his throat roughly, the General stood up from the chair and stared down at his daughter. “Whatever happens tonight, whatever Nihkou’te offers you, I want you to say no.”
She frowned. “What is he offering me?”
He shook his head. “Perhaps you will find out tonight.”

==

“Why aren’t you with Elder Nihkou’te?”
Guan had been in the middle of sharping his wrist blades when his friend approached him. “He’s having dinner with the oomans.”
H’chak looked around the training room to make sure they no one was within hearing range. All the Yautja were busy with their sparring or were in their own conversation. Taking a seat in front of him, the Youngblood study the impressive weapons his friend has spread out on the table.
“It must’ve surprised you to find out the female was related to Elder Nihkou’te.”
It had shocked him to hear Elder Nihkou’te claimed the female as his bloodline. But his shock soon turned to rage knowing she was the daughter of R’ka, the damn half-breed he’s been searching for all this time.
“She is probably the reason why we’re forced to wear our masks.” He remarked thoughtfully as he tap a talon finger to his mask.
Hearing this, Guan stopped sharpening his blade to stare at H’chak with a frown. “What do you mean?”
“Remember before we left the Clan Ship the Elders ordered us to have our masks on while roaming around the ooman Colony?”
He nodded.
“Well, I heard a rumor when Elder Bakuub had his ooman female on the Clan Ship her scent was rather strong and intoxicating. It drove the Yautja males wild.”
At his words, Guan’s eyes widened at the story of the Elder’s ooman mate. “Oh course! How could I have forgotten?”
“Perhaps this female carries the same scent as the other one,” he remarked. “A scent like hers meant her body is able to breed a suckling from our kind.”
His gut tightened at the thought. “She is, after all, part Yautja…”
“Although there are a few ooman females that can carry a Yautja suckling…but that is rare,” H’chak said casually with a shrug.
Guan grunted, but his attention on the ooman female sharpened. Although she carried R’ka’s blood…he couldn’t help but become interested in her. Just remembering being in the same presence as hers, he had felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and familiarity.
Interesting…she was interesting indeed…

==

Dinner went rather smoothly tonight, Cross thought with relief and yet the tender steak tasted like ash in her mouth. Mere small talk went around the table, mostly between Elder Bakuub and the General. Elder Nihkou’te mostly kept to himself, although his sharp gray eyes kept shifting between her and her father.
At the table, the two Elders were seated side by side while Cross and her father sat across from them. It was actually rare, for Cross, to see two full grown Yautja eat with human utensils, and they used it quite gracefully, she thought amusedly. After the plates were cleared from the table, she was relieved no fight or argument broke out between the General and Nihkou’te. However, when Bakuub brought out a small black bottle, she knew dinner was far from over.
“I haven’t had c'nlip in a long time,” the General remarked, eyeing the black bottle thoughtfully.
“What is that?” she asked him curiously.
“A rather strong alcohol of the Yautja,” he answered gruffly.
Curiously, she sat back and watched a server bring four shot glasses before leaving the room. Bakuub uncorked the small black bottle and began pouring full amount of clear liquid into the glass.
Seeing four glasses, the General scowled his disapproval. “Akira can’t have any.”
Bakuub chirped, but nodded. Unfortunately, Nihkou’te stilled his hand when his father made a move to take away the fourth glass.
“Now hold on there, R’ka,” Nihkou’te protested. “I want your pup to join in our drink.”
Edwin was already shaking his head. “She is more human then she is Yautja, we don’t know if her body can take it.”
Bakuub nodded his understanding.
Nihkou’te scowled his annoyance. “You would deny your pup the chance to drink with the Elders?”
“I will not have her endanger…”
“I’ll drink it,” Cross said, already she was reaching for the glass and nearly gags at the strong potent scent of alcohol invading her nostrils.
It didn’t take a genius to know what the two were arguing about, she mused distastefully. It wasn’t the first time she’s taken a drink; she honestly didn’t know why her father was being a square about it. And besides, seeing the challenging glare her grandfather kept shooting only angered her more. Obviously he didn’t think she can handle their drink.
Childish as it may sound, but she wanted to prove him wrong!
“Akira,” her father gave her a warning look.
She shrugged it off and saluted him with the drink. “Cheers, General.”
Nihkou’te growled his approval. “Drink up, R’ka.”
Growling a curse, Edwin grabbed his drink and brought it to his lips. “Don’t let it touch your tongue,” he warned before tossing it back into his throat.
The Elders tossed theirs back as well.
Cross did the same and immediately regret it. She should’ve known Yautja alcohol was different from humans. It felt as though she just drank lighter fluids! Already her throat was burning and damn near closing on her! The liquid traveled further down, burning its way through her intestines. Making sure to keep her face from showing her discomfort, she merely coughs into her fist and turned her face away to wipes the tears leaking from her eyes.
“Your face is turning red,” Bakuub observed worriedly, he was already handing her a glass of water.
Cross gave her nod of thanks and greedily drank the cold water; unfortunately it didn’t ease the burning.
Muttering a curse, the General was patting her on the back but Cross brushed him off with a shake to her head. “I’m fine,” she croaked.
“It’s quite amusing to watch ooman change color,” Nihkou’te chuckled cruelly.
Edwin shot him a cold glare.
After a minute the drink finally settled and she can feel her body becoming warm. Clearing her throat roughly she slammed the emptied glass down and gave Nihkou’te a challenging look. “Round two?”
Half an hour later…
“I’m surprise she’s still standing,” Nihkou’te remarked with a slight frown.
For the first time ever, Edwin agreed with his father. Five shots later, his daughter had left her chair and was now leaning against the wall with her arms folded across her breasts and her head low. Had she been fully human, the Yautja alcohol would’ve knocked her on her ass by now. Luckily for him, she was merely…drunk.
“Dinner is over, the Captain and I bid you a good-night,” Edwin bowed his head respectfully toward the Elders and made sure they left the room before turning his attention to his inebriated daughter. “Can you walk?”
Lifting her head up, she gave him a nod and pushed away from the wall and stumbles forward. Luckily for her, Edwin was already waiting for her and caught her in his arms. She grumbled a weak curse and made a move to straighten herself back up. Only the tightening of her father’s arms held her against his abdomen. Feeling the warmth of him radiating through his clothes was enough to make her eyes drowsy with sleep.
Almost as if he was reading her mind, Edwin was already shaking her gently awake. “No, no, don’t you dare fall asleep on me.”
Hearing his stern voice, Cross forced her heavy eyes open, she shook her head. “Okay…okay…” she slurred.
“I need you to walk straight,” he ordered.
She gave a sloppy nod.
He grunted. “Dammit, Captain, I can’t have you stumbling through the corridors like a drunken fool!”
She frowned, but gave another sloppy nod. “I can walk,” she mumbled inaudibly.
The dark scowl over his scarred face only intensified at her unfocused eyes. “If you can’t walk, I swear I’ll throw you over my shoulder and carry you like a bag of potatoes!” he threatened.
Edwin watched his daughter make a face that reminded him of a time when she was four and pout when she didn’t get her way. Hearing her swear under her breath, he released his hold on her and watched her stagger towards the door and nearly tip over a stool in front of her.
The situation would’ve made him laugh if it wasn’t his own daughter.
“Gen…General, I may be a little tipsy, but I’m not…” she closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning. “I’ll…be able to walk…to my apartment.”
He grunted with disbelief and across his arms over his massive chest. This was something he had to see.

==

“I don’t need you to babysit me,” Connor snarled impatiently, “I’m fine.”
It was bad enough being behind bars; it’s another to have the damn sperm donor in here witnessing his humiliation. Cursing, Connor turned his back to him.
Betanu scoffed while his back leaning lazily against the wall. “You seem to enjoy getting into trouble whenever I have my back turned.” Even with his back to him, Betanu noticed his son’s stiffening. “Besides I gave my word to your Bearer that I will keep an eye on you.”
At the mentioned of his mother, Connor’s felt his anger subsiding. “Can I ask you for a favor?”
He frowned. “You’re in no position to ask me for any favor, pup.”
Cursing, Connor turned to face the Honored Warrior with a defeated growl. “Please, I need this…”
Seeing the desperate look in his son’s eyes, Betanu tilted his head to the side. It was a rare thing to see this from Connor. He had never begged for his help during their time on the Clan Ship.
Curious, he chirped. “What is it?”
“During my punishment…I don’t want my mother to be there,” he lowered his eyes in shame. “I don’t want her to witness my humiliation.”
Betanu can already see how that argument was going to play out in his head. Whether the young pup wants it or not, Cross was going to be there against his wishes. Betanu was actually surprised Connor didn’t realize this.
He sighed. “I will try…but I highly doubt she will listen to me.”
Connor grinned wryly. “It’s worth a shot.”
Just then the sound of a door sliding open had Betanu looking over his broad shoulder to see a Yautja entering the room. The newcomer was a mere seven feet with his dreadlocks tied back. Judging from the bold carving on the forehead of his mask, he was a Blooded Warrior. But what caught Betanu’s attention was the skin texture of the Yautja. True the color was a dark shade of green and his stripes was black like other Yautja, but his skin looked smooth and soft to the touch, despite the scars.
“I’m Guan of the Clan R'ka Luar-ke Clan,” the shorter warrior announced. “I’ve come to relieve you of your duty.”
Betanu scowled. “And who gave you this order, Blooded?”
“Elder Nihkou’te did.”
“I appreciate the offer, but I must decline,” the Honored Warrior said. “I will keep watch of my pup until his punishment take place.”
Behind his mask, Guan frowned. “Are you refusing to follow order from an Elder?”
“I’ve already given my word to my female to watch over him.”
Unwillingly Guan’s guts knotted at his words. “Your female… who is she?”
“The female ooman by the name of Cross…”
He stiffened. “You mated yourself with a ooman?”
Hearing the hostility in the Blooded Warrior’s voice, Betanu felt his mandibles curling in anger. “And what of it?” he challenged.
Guan didn’t answer and instead was removing the tiny hose attached to his mask. From behind the bars, Connor watched the newcomer remove his mask and frowned. He could’ve sworn there was a very familiar scent coming from the warrior named Guan.
Guan lowered his mask and attached it to his waist belt before looking up. Almost instantly he caught the intoxicating scent of a female coming off the Honored Warrior. But what surprised him even more was the scent of the female coming from the Unblood behind bars as well. Although he did claim they were mother and son, Guan remembered.
“So…the claims are true…” Guan muttered, his eyes narrowing at the taller male.
Betanu stiffened. “You were ordered not to remove your mask…”
The younger warrior smirked. “We’re no longer in the company of the oomans; your female is far from us,” his mandibles clicked with amusement.
Behind Betanu, Connor noticed the mismatched colors in the Blooded Warrior’s eyes. One was silver while the other was blue. It was almost an interesting thing to look it, never have Connor seen such a thing, not even on the Clan Ship!
The Honored Warrior was just getting ready to make a crude remark when the doors open and in walked Lar’ja. What shocked Betanu was not seeing Halkrath behind his brother. It was a rare thing to see the twin separated.
Lar’ja shot Guan a quick look before turning his attention to Betanu. “Your female summons you.”
At his words Betanu frowned. Never have Cross summoned him for anything…something must be wrong. Betanu was already rushing out the door before Lar’ja can finish the rest of his message.
“Your female is also drunk, so be careful!” Lar’ja shouted after him.
Hopefully he heard.

==

Lar’ja and Halkrath had been following close behind the scowling ooman General as he marched down the corridors with his inebriated pup in his arms. It had shocked the twins to see the doors burst opened with the General holding a flushed Cross close to him, who flashed them a lop-sided grin, before her Sire carried her off. Halkrath was highly amused by the view; he never suspected the female to be so…easily intoxicated by a mere drink. His brother kept shooting him a warning look every time Halkrath let out a chuckle.
As soon as they reached her apartment, the General entered and stayed for ten minutes before leaving without so much as a parting word to the twins. Lar’ja had gone inside the apartment to make sure the female was alright, but quickly left and ordered him to stay with her while he retrieves Betanu.
Halkrath had been wary to enter the apartment, but did so as soon as his brother left. He closed the doors behind him and watched through the visors of his mask at the female in front of him. Half naked and struggling to get out of her boots, Halkrath felt his groin jerked at the sight. She had discarded her shirt and was naked from the waist up. Even with her scars, he found her body exotic. He’d never seen ooman’s breasts before and suddenly found himself interested to see just how soft they were. He was careful when he approached her and felt his gut tighten when she looked up from her task with a grin.
“Hulk, ‘elp me,” she grumbled, waving at him drunkenly.
Halkrath was starting to regret not learning the ooman language. Although there were some words he understood, but with the female being intoxicated, it was hard to listen through the slurs.
Cursing, the female stumbled towards her bedroom with him following close behind her. Seeing the bed, Halkrath couldn’t stop the sinful thoughts coming to his mind and many of them involving ways to bend the female to his pleasure.
“Dammit,” she cursed and fell backward into her bed. He watched her bent her knee toward her chest and reach to unlace her boot. But with her eyes closed and with her clumsy fingers, she wasn’t able to untie the knots, especially with the room spinning. “Fuck…” she muttered with a defeated groan.
As much as it amused him to watch her struggle, Halkrath knew the longer he stayed in her bedroom, the more his thoughts start to wonder how it would feel to have her underneath him. Growling a soft curse, he step in front of her and held her foot to his abdomen.
“You, no move,” he ordered as he carefully unlaces the knotting. He felt her eyes on him and tried to ignore it. Once the boot was unlaced he threw it carelessly over his shoulder. She assists him by switching foot and watched through hooded eyes as he begins untying the laces.
“Thank you,” she slurred sleepily.
This time he understood her words and gave a nod before taking off her boot. Halkrath was taking a step back when Cross reach down to unbutton her pants, seeing this the warrior’s thoughts of leaving suddenly flew out his head. His breathing deepens as she popped open the buttons and slide the pants down her thighs. Not waiting for her to ask for assistance, Halkrath was kneeling down in front of her to help peel down her pants.
Halkrath couldn’t resist running his hands up and down her soft legs. Cross gasped at his action and made a move to sit up, but a hand to her stomach held her down in place. With his free hand he reached up to remove the hoses attached to his mask. Cross begin to squirm under his heavy hand and wrapped her fingers around his thick wrist in an attempt to remove his hand. Had Cross been in her right mind she would’ve demand Halkrath stop his action. Unfortunately, his touch on her skin felt…unbelievably good. Perhaps it was just the weeks of built up sexual frustration she was feeling or maybe it was the alcohol, but whatever it was… she didn’t want him to stop. Already she can feel her body coming to life as he ran his talons over the waist brand of her pantie. Cross cried out in shock when he ripped away her undergarment and threw it carelessly aside. Looking down the length of her naked body, she shuddered at the sight of his piercing gold eyes staring at her.
Halkrath felt himself drowning in her potent scent. Already he can feel his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her feminine nectar. Growling his impatience, he snapped to his feet and reach down to remove his loin-cloth. Seeing his action, Cross wobbles to her feet with her hands up to stop whatever he had in mind.
“Wait, wait…” she shook her head to clear her lustful thought. “We can’t…”
Only the slur in her words stilled his hand. His mandibles twitched in irritation at his dishonorable action. Never had he taken advantage of an intoxicated female and he wasn’t about to start now. Staring at the flushed female in front of him, it was hard not to feel his cock hardening. Her scent alone was enough to have his blood pumping wildly through his veins. He didn’t understand how Betanu was able to resist the sexually aroused female.
To be honest, Halkrath still didn’t understand why he was so attracted to her. Every room she walked into, his eyes followed her. Every time she accidently brushed against him, his heart stopped. And every time she called him by that idiotic name Hulk, he felt himself smiling ridiculously. Halkrath had once said her scent was not impressive… he lied. It was the most intoxicating scent he’s ever inhaled. No female back on the Clan Ship had her scent and he wanted her.
But she didn’t belong to him…
Bowing his head, Halkrath swept the startled female in his arms and laid her gently on the bed. Keeping his eyes adverted from her naked body; he threw the thick covers over her and strolled out of the apartment without a backward glance. Hazily, Cross heard the door to her apartment open and closed before her eyes fell into a heavy sleep.

==

A low warning growl emitted deep from his throat as the General crossed into the Yautja’s territory of the Colony. Locking the door behind him, Edwin ignored the stare and warning hiss from the Yautjas as he made his way through the corridors but immediately halted when the Arbitrator stepped in front of his line.
“Out of my way, you sack of shit,” he hissed dangerously.
Vor’mekta ignored the insult with a growl. “What business do you have here, half-breed?”
Edwin fists clenched at his side, his scarred face harsh with determination. “I’ve come to see the prisoner.”

==

At a loud bang, Connor shot to his feet and grimaced at the sight of the General standing in front of his cell.
“Odd, I could’ve sworn we been through this already.” Edwin remarked dryly.
Connor’s mandibles twitched in anger. Indeed, it wouldn’t be the first time the General visited him when he was behind bars. “What do you want?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Grunting, Edwin turned his attention to Lar’ja and barely glanced at the shorter Yautja standing beside him. “Wait outside.”
Lar’ja bowed his head and left the room, but not before having to forcefully tugged the unwilling Yautja beside him. Once the doors shut behind them, the General returned his attention to the scowling pup.
“We have a situation we must take care of first,” he spoke harshly, his one gray eye staring at the pup with pure disdain. “There’s something I need you to do.”
Connor scoffed. “I don’t give a shit what you want.”
“Tomorrow morning you will receive your lashing and bare your scars as a warrior,” he continued to speak as if Connor hadn’t said a word. “You will do this and show no pain, do you understand me?”
Connor frowned. “Why does that matter?”
“You will do as you’re told!” he snapped furiously.
“You’re no one to me!” he growled just as furiously. “I owe you no allegiance!”
Before Connor could react, the General’s hand shot through the bars to wrap his fingers around the Yautja’s neck. Connor struggled to remove the fingers squeezing his throat, but it was in useless. It suddenly infuriated him to know the General will always overcome him when it came to strength. The knowledge of that only made him more determined to train harder and become the best. Until he can finally one day beat down the man he once feared as a child.
“You will do as you’re told because I said so,” Edwin bit out through clenched teeth, his fingers tightening around the albino’s neck with each word.
Connor’s knees begin to give away; he was in desperate need of air. Already he can feel his windpipe closing under the powerful pressure of the General’s fingers. His mandibles flare into a mere whimper of distress.
With a look of disgust, Edwin released his hold on the pup and watch with him fall to his knees. Connor coughs as he sucked in precious air through his abused throat.
“Look at you…” Edwin sneered coldly. “You will never become a Youngblood; you will not survive your Chiva.”
Chiva, at that one word Connor felt his inside flinched in fear. The same creatures his mother fought to ensure his safety will be the same ones he will have to hunt and kill to become a Youngblood. A rite of passage, it was to earn his place as one of the Clan. It was what Betanu had been preparing him for.
“You will bring shame to your Sire and to my daughter,” the General continued to scorn him.
“I will never shame my mother!” Connor snapped as he got to his feet. “I will not bring shame to her; I will go through with my punishment without pain and show you I am not weak!”
Edwin smirked. “We will see about that.”

==

Cross had had the very same dream for the past couple of nights before.
Someone was touching her…
Actually it was more like someone was caressing her…
The feel of rough fingers stroking her breasts and her waist had her making little urgent noises. She gave a low moan when a finger covers her nipple, making it hard and aching with its rough touch. She pressed her body against the male ones, catching her breath when she felt a full, arousal pulsating against her thighs. She whimpered at the feel of someone’s rough tongue bathing over the peak of her nipple before moving to the other one. Her hands grope greedily over the hard muscular chest above her.
Her dream never felt this vivid.
And it was wonderful.
Seconds later she welcomed the removal of the blanket and sobbed her relief when his caressing fingers move through the soft curls of her womanhood. She squirmed and grind against the finger and moan when the finger found her aching clit. Her loins felt as though they were on fire, the caress of his finger only made her body long to be filled.
“Cross…”
No, not yet…she didn’t want her dream to end just yet…
“Wake up…”
Blow off; she wanted to shout at the annoying voice.
“I need to see you…”
Cross came fully awake at the urgency of the voice and gasped at the sight of Betanu on top of her. The covers were tossed aside, leaving her naked and valuable to him. Her eyes drank in the sight of him naked above her with his hand thrust between her legs. She was slightly disappointed as he put his mask back on.
She frowned. “Play with me…and I’ll kill you,” she muttered sleepily.
“Mo, no game…” he purred, the pad of his fingers dancing over her clit.
Cross arched her brow suspiciously. “What are you getting at?”
Instead of answering her, Betanu merely flick the pad of his finger over her clit and moved it in a circular motion. Cross gasps and moans as waves of pleasure shot through her body. Lifting her head off the pillow, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his hard chest. He was so tender with his touch and Cross wasn’t one into foreplay, but at the moment she was willing to take it. She hissed as he carefully penetrates her hot wet passage with one thick finger. Despite the delicious pleasure tightening around her, she was careful not to move in fear of his sharp talon tearing her delicate flesh.
She gasps as he thrust his finger in and out of her. Biting her lip, she parted her thighs even more. The strokes moved even faster against her, teasing her with ecstasy as she arched her back. Desperately, Cross held back her orgasm, wanting to make the pleasure last.
Betanu couldn’t take his eyes off her. The sight of her withering under his touch was too much to stop. He let her wetness coat his finger as he closed his eyes and imaged himself deep inside her. His gut clenched as her woman flesh tightened over his finger. He growled at the thought of one day finally claiming her as his mate.
Her breathing labored, she lay there and whimpered when the pad of his thumb brush over his aching clit. With the combination of his thrusting finger and the caress of his thumb over her clit sent her over the edge. The entire room seemed to spin as she felt the most incredible pleasure imaginable. It’s been so long since she felt such a powerful orgasm, it nearly rendered her unconscious.
Betanu was careful to remove his deadly finger from her before gathering her flush body against his. Unable to help herself, Cross giggled when he rolled on his back with her now laying on top of him. Moaning softly, she buried herself against the warmth of his hard body and shivered deliciously when his muscular arms tighten around her.
“I’m glad I am able to please you,” he purred.
She chuckled and grinned lazily at him. “Why?”
His rumbling purrs vibrated down her body, causing her to moan against her will. “When I entered your chamber my mask detected your high level of pheromones.”
She arched a brow at that and mumbled. “So you decided to jump my bone because of my high sexual pheromones?”
“I didn’t want to leave you in such a state,” he ran his talons softly down her back. “Especially knowing you’ve drank c'nlip.”
She frowned. “And what’s wrong with drinking…?” she struggled to pronounce the word. “Chip?”
Betanu chuckles his amusement. “It’s called c’nlip and much like your ooman’s drinks, it has different effects on certain ones who drink it.” He explained as he ran his fingers through her hair. “With you being in your sexual state I feared…”
“Not my fault,” she grumbled sleepily and her frown deepened. She vaguely remembered someone helping her undress…and nothing else.
Huh…maybe she imaged the whole thing.

==

Lar’ja felt like he was on a wild goose chase, as oomans would say. It’s been two hours and still he hadn’t been able to locate his brother. He’d even tried communicating with him through the com implanted inside their masks and received no answers. Muttering a curse, he activated his cloaking device and left the walls of the Colony. Scanning for tracks, Lar’ja nearly sagged with relief when he spotted his brother’s track leading toward the forest not far from the Colony.
It took him ten minutes when he found his brother sitting on top of a boulder. His brother must be in deep thought not to notice him approaching him.
“Halkrath!” Lar’ja called to his brother. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
Halkrath merely shrugged a broad shoulder. “I needed some time alone.”
Lar’ja easily climbed the high boulder and sat himself beside his sulking brother. “What’s wrong, brother…” Lar’ja couldn’t finish his sentence, especially after removing his mask he instantly caught the scent of a female clinging to his brother. He didn’t need to ask whose scent it belongs to. “Oh, brother, tell me you didn’t…”
“I didn’t if that is what you’re suggesting,” Halkrath snapped angrily.
“Tell me what happened,” he demanded.
He shook his head. “Nothing happened…I just got too close.”
Lar’ja grunted. “You need to be more careful, brother, the female doesn’t belong to you.”
“And she doesn’t belong to Betanu!” he argued.
With a curse, Lar’ja was suddenly up and glaring dangerously at his brother. “We are to do our duty and protect the female; she is not yours to take. So get your head out of your damn cock!”
Growling his rage, Halkrath leaped to his feet and tackle his brother down. The two roll down the boulder and grunted when their back hit the hard ground. Halkrath was the first to get up and swung his fist into his brother’s face. Roaring his rage, Lar’ja plowed his fist into Halkrath’s ribs and tosses him to the side. The two brothers fell at each other side with Lar’ja still cradling his injured mandibles and Halkrath feeling for any broken rib.
“Please, brother,” Lar’ja pleaded desperately. “I beg you, leave the female alone.”
Halkrath didn’t say a word, through the visors of his mask he stared up at the twinkling lights above him. Stars are what oomans called them. Beautiful to look at, but if you came close enough to one the heat of it will either kill you or blind you with its strong light.
A star, she will be forever out of his reach…
“You have nothing to worry about, Lar’ja,” he assured him bitterly. “I will honor our word and not touch the female.”
Lar’ja’s shoulders sagged in relief.
“But there is something I need from you, brother…”
Lar’ja tensed at the harshness in his voice. “What is it?”
“I want you to teach me the ooman’s language.”

==

(Next Morning)

Cross woke up with the biggest headache she’s ever had. Groaning a curse, she sat up with her fingers massaging her throbbing temple. Damn, she was going to make sure never to drink Yautja’s alcohol again. She didn’t remember a thing last night, all except waking up to Betanu’s talented fingers stroking her. Just thinking about the previous night made her squirm with excitement. Glancing over the other side of the bed, she bit back her disappointment to see he wasn’t there. The only evidenced of him spending the night was the warmth he left behind. Wrapping the blanket around her nakedness, Cross was just about to leave the bed when the door opens. Dressed in his mesh-suit, loin-cloth and mask, she felt her stomach tighten at the sight of his powerful form.
Cross couldn’t stop the blush spreading across her cheek. “I thought you left.”
Betanu ducked his head under her doorway and walked inside. “I only left to make you this.”
It was than she realized he was holding a cup in his large hands. “What is that?” she asked curiously.
“Tea, made with Yautja’s herbal leafs from my home planet,” he explained as he walked to her side of the bed. “Drink and it will help with your headache.”
She arched her brow at his words but took the streaming cup from his hand. “Uh, thanks…” she blew into it before taking a sip. The warmth of the tea made her hummed her pleasure; she was surprised it had a pleasant taste it to, instantly she felt her headache slipping away. Almost as if it had mixtures of mint, honey and ginger. “This is wonderful!”
Cross scooted for him to sit beside her, the bed dipped under his heavy weight. Making her lean into him, neither complains at the position. “I had to put in your Earth’s mint plant and ginger to take away the vile taste of the tea.”
She grinned. “And how would it taste without it?”
“Like dirt and bitter wood,” he chuckled, draping his arm over her shoulder.
“Thanks, I appreciate that,” she wrinkled her nose at the thought and sips the tea. Her headache was completely gone now, leaving only a warm and peaceful feeling. Sighing, Cross glance over at her night stand and saw that it was fifteen minutes before five. “Damn, I have to shower and get the rookies up for this morning training.”
Draining the remainder of the tea, Cross slipped from Betanu’s arm and made her way towards the bathroom naked. Reaching into the shower stall she turned on the knob and switched it to hot water.
“Connor’s punishment will be held tonight…”
Cross whirled around to see Betanu standing outside the doorway of the bathroom with his head low. Her heart turned to ice at his words and suddenly it was hard to breathe.
“Tonight…” she muttered numbly.
He nodded. “He’s made a request…”
“What request?”
“He doesn’t want you to be there for his lashing,” he said.
She scowled. “Why doesn’t he want me to be there?”
“He doesn’t want you to witness his pain and humiliation,” he explained carefully.
She cursed. “Dammit, Connor,” she muttered under her breath.
“Take your shower, Cross,” Betanu advised, “I will see to it Connor not be too hurt during his punishment.”
She scoffed. “It’s twenty fucking lashing, I barely stayed conscious during mines.”
Hearing this, it gave Betanu pause to leave. Before Cross can react, the eight foot Yautja was reaching for her and spun her around, she tense as he ran his talons over the scars on her back.
“I never ask before…but how did you come by these scars?” he asked in a low growl.
“I received ten lashing for hiding Connor,” she answered stiffly.
Trailing his fingers away from her scarred back, he gently pushes her towards the shower stall. “I will see you later.”

==

Kelly watched from behind the wall as the eight foot Yautja exit the Captain’s apartment and continued walking down the hall. Normally whenever the little nurse pass Cross’s apartment she would always see the twins standing by her door, but not this morning. Tucking a loose hair behind her ear, Kelly approached the Captain’s door and knocked.
Despite the sound of the water hitting her head, Cross clearly heard the light feminine knock. Turning off the water, Cross grabbed the towel and wraps it around her wet body. The knocks continued when she approach the door and opens it.
A surprise look came over her face before her lips curved into a pleased smile. “Nurse Rose, what brings you here early this morning?”
Kelly’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of the Captain’s flushed wet body. Despite the covered of the towel, the little nurse can see how it hugged her curved body. Clearing her throat, Kelly tore her eyes away from the Captain’s body and focuses her attention on Captain’s eyes, which were glowing mischievously. “The General asked me to bring this to you.”
She held out a white small bottle. “I heard you were drinking last night,” she grinned, handing her friend the bottle of aspirins.
“That’s thoughtful of you,” she nodded her thanks and took the bottle. “Thank you, Kelly.”
She smiled shyly. “It’s no problem, Captain. Will you be attending breakfast?”
Cross tossed back her wet black hair with a nod. “Yes. If you want to wait I can get dress and we’ll both go to the mess hall together?”
Her stomach fluttered at the thought. “I don’t mind waiting at all.”
She grinned and step aside. “You can wait inside.”

==

Walking through the emptied corridors, Guan gave a brief nod towards the two Yautja standing guard in front of the Elder’s doors. They allow his entrance and closed the doors once he entered Nihkou’te’s chamber.
“You summoned me, Elder?”
Nihkou’te looks up from his desk and motion to the chair in front of him. “Sit down, Guan; there is something we must discuss.”
Nodding, Guan sat down in front of the desk. “Does it involve R’ka?”
At the mention of his son’s name, Nihkou’te lifted his maimed mandibles into a grin. “In part, yes, it does involve my son.”
Despite the calm look on the Blooded’s face, Nihkou’te knew the younger warrior was eager to get his revenge on R’ka.
Guan’s mismatched eyes sparkled in interest. “What is it you wish, Elder?”
“And how is your ooman’s language, Guan?”
“Better than the others,” he answered arrogantly.
Nihkou’te nodded his approval. “I have a task for you…and it involves R’ka’s female pup.”

==

“I can’t eat this anymore,” Cross said with a grimaced and threw her fork down. “It tastes like ass.”
Kelly laughed. “And how would you know how ass tastes?”
“If I had to guess what ass tastes like,” she pointed to the scrambled eggs on her plate with distaste, “then that’s how.”
Clucking at her friend as though she was a child, Kelly uses her fork to stab a piece of egg from the Captain’s plate before plopping it into her mouth. She chew thoughtful and swallow. “It tastes just fine to me, Captain.”
She laughed. “Then you probably like eating ass.”
As horrified as she looks, Kelly couldn’t help but to laugh at the teasing smile her friend had. “Cross!”
“I kid, I kid,” she chuckled, patting her friend on the back.
“You’re awful playful this morning,” Kelly observed with a sly grinned. “Did someone get some this morning…or last night?”
“A lady doesn’t kiss and tell,” Cross winked at her.
Pushing her plate aside, Cross look around the mess hall and noted the room was full and buzzing with talk.
“Do you want me to grab you something else, Captain?” Kelly asked. “You can’t train the Rookies on an empty stomach.”
“No, but thank you,” she smiled and sip from her coffee mug.
“Captain!”
At the shout of her name, Cross glance over her shoulder and waved at her Lieutenant. “Lieutenant Percy, how are you this morning?”
“Great, although the food could have been better,” he wrinkled his nose.
Cross shot Kelly an ‘I told you so’ look with a grin, the little nurse merely rolled her eyes.
Walking over to her table with his tray of food, Percy sat across from his Captain and flashed the nurse with a warm smile. “You look nice this morning, Nurse Rose,” he mumbled shyly.
Kelly was suddenly interested in her food. “Thank you, Lieutenant,” she said through a mouthful of egg.
Disappointment flare behind those brown eyes of his before it was quickly gone. Cross, with her coffee mug to her lips, sat back and watched the two through hooded eyes. In all honesty the Captain had hoped Kelly found a love interest by now and the Lieutenant was clearly showing it. Behind those eyes of his, Cross noticed there was more than lust for the little nurse. Kelly, on the other hand, was ignoring him with such coldness that Cross has ever seen before. She never took her friend as the cruel type.
The Captain was actually surprised she didn’t see this sooner!
“Well, if you two will excuse me, I have to gather a bunch of moody teens together for training,” the Captain ignores the pleading look in Kelly’s emerald green eyes before leaving.
Percy shot a look of gratitude at the Captain’s back before returning his attention to the cool nurse. “Kelly, I was wondering if…”
Suddenly she shot to her feet with her wide eyes staring at the watch on her wrist with horror. “Oh, no, I’m late for my shift! Sorry, Lieutenant, but I really have to go. Perhaps we can talk another time!”
Percy watched the nurse’s retreating back with amusement. “Yes, another time, Nurse Rose.”

==

Before Cross assembled her rookies for their morning training, she needed to see her son first. She made her way towards the Yautja side of the Colony with Betanu close at her heels. Cross’s original plan was to go alone, unfortunately for her, Betanu must have read her mind because he was suddenly at her side like glue.
“You’re like a leech, you know?” she bit out as they approach the door to the Yautja’s doors.
Betanu grunted. “I’m not sure I like your definition of me as one of your planet’s parasites.”
Cross couldn’t help but chuckled at his sour tone.
“Make the visit fast, okay?” he gave her hair a playful tug. “And don’t coddle him.”
She shot him an annoyed look before pressing on the com on the door to let them in. Within seconds the doors open and before her stood Arbitrator.
“Arbitrator Vor’mekta, we’re here to see Connor.”
Behind his mask, Vor’mekta’s eyes stayed on the female. “I take it she is to accompany you?”
Betanu nodded. “She wishes to speak with Connor.”
Vor’mekta grunted. “Keep her close to you,” he turned and walk with Cross and Betanu following behind him.
Cross almost forgot how hot it was on the other side of the Colony. Already she was tugging at her collar at the feel of sweat dripping down her back. She might as well been walking inside an oven. The corridors were emptied, much to her relief. By the time they made it to the lower floor where they kept the prisoners, Cross can already feel her heart thumping against her ribcage. Cross didn’t recognize the Yautja standing in front of the door, but at their approach he was quick to open the doors for them. She was already rushing in first and gave a sigh of relief to see her son unharmed and sleeping on a cot. Though her eyes were glaring at the cold bars, she wore a smile as she approached the jail cell. Only a loud roar behind her jerk her son awake and only to fall flat on the ground.
She couldn’t help but grin as he struggled to his feet. “Hey there, little man.”
At the sound of his mom’s voice, Connor jumped to his feet. “What are you doing here, mom?”
“I wanted to see you before I leave to train the rookies.”
Pushing back his heavy dreadlocks from his face, he glances over her head at Betanu and the Arbitrator standing there. “Did the sperm donor give my message to you?”
“Connor,” she scolded. “And as to your so called message…I really want to be there for you, but if you don’t want me there…”
“I don’t, I don’t want you standing there and watching me be humiliated.” He growled angrily.
As much as it hurt to know her son didn’t want her there, she had to understand where he was coming from. Had it been her whipping she definitely didn’t want him to be there. She was just thankful he never knew of her own lashing.
“Okay, if that is what you want,” she muttered as she turn to leave, but a hand on her arm halted her. Glancing over her shoulder she looks down at the white clawed fingers on her arm. Looking up, Connor had his eyes on the floor and his broad shoulders were shaking, but the fingers on her arm were gentle.
“I’m not doing this to hurt you…”
“Don’t worry about it,” she interrupted him. “I’ll see you after the whole mess done, okay?”
The hand on her arm slowly slid away, “Okay,” was his only replied.

==

An hour later, Cross watched through slit eyes as the Rookies spar with one another on the mats. Most were starting to improve while others were still clumsy with some moves. But only one held the Captain’s eyes, Rookie Sonia. Every opponent she threw down she flashed the Captain a smug look. Cross couldn’t hide her amused smile even if she wanted to. The hothead Latina was really starting to interest her.
“Rookie Sonia,” she beckoned the girl with the crook of her finger. “Step forwards, the rest of you resume your training.”
Tossing back her short brown hair she approaches the Captain with an air of arrogance. “It’s obvious you didn’t listen to a word I said.”
She scoffed and glared up at the taller woman. “I wanted to show you I don’t need to be held back, Captain.”
Cross glance over the rookie’s head and watch Rookie Tracy help the rookie Sonia injured off the mat. “No, it obvious you do need to be held back. You show no respect for your opponent and your cockiness is still as strong as ever.”
“In the military you can’t show any weakness, you have to be strong,” the girl growled. “When you have power your enemies need to show you respect.”
At her words, Cross frowned. “I wonder who taught you those morale, rookie.”
“My father,” she answered proudly. “He was a Captain from another Colony, much like you, before he was killed on duty.”
“I am sorry for your lost, Rookie,” the Captain sincerely whispered. “But I must disagree with your father.”
Her brown eyes flared in anger. “I will not stand here and listen to you belittle my father, Captain!”
Instead of ordering the rookie back, Cross let the girl leave the training room.
Just as Rookie Sonia was leaving, the twins walk through the doors and towards Cross. Out of the sixteen rookies, only half stop in their spar to watch as the twins walk through the room. Only at the command of their Captain did they resume their training.
“Lark, Hulk,” Cross greeted the two with a nod.
They bow their heads low in respect. Lar’ja was the first to straighten back up. “We apologize for not being with you earlier, Cross, we had other matters to attend.”
She was already waving off his apologies. “No need to apologize, I was perfectly capable of handling myself.”
Halkrath grunted, but continued to keep his head low.
“I never ask how dinner was last night,” Lar’ja remarked.
“It went well,” she answered, although she kept her eyes on her sparring rookies. “I even had a drink called Chip.”
Lar’ja cocks his head to the side. “Do you mean C’nlip?”
She nodded at the familiar word. “Yeah and normally I’m able to handle my liquor, but this drink really sneaks up on you.”
“It does that to you,” he chuckled and shot his brother a worried look. “Do you, uh, remember anything from last night?”
A thoughtful look came over her face. “Actually…I don’t.”
Halkrath’s head snapped up in an angry motion.
“The only thing I remember was waking up to…” a faint blush spread across her cheeks at the feel of Betanu’s hands on her. “Yeah…”
The twin shot each other confused look, but before Lar’ja can comment further the doors to the training room opens and in walks a young Yautja warrior. Lar’ja immediately recognized him as Guan, the Blooded warrior who stood guard over Connor’s cell last night. What he was doing here without the Clan, Lar’ja had no clue.
It was him!
Cross’s eyes widen at the newcomer and knew he was the same one who approached her that day. Once again he was simply dressed in his mesh-suit, loin-cloth and mask. His inky black dreadlocks were hung loose and swung pass his broad shoulders. She noticed the shinning silver trinkets decorated his dreadlocks. She watched as he made his way towards her and felt the twins beside her stiffened at his approach. Cross didn’t know what it was but almost instantly she had an overwhelming sense of calm come over her at the sight of him. With him now just standing five feet from her, Cross made a move to get closer to him but a large clawed hand on her shoulder halted her. She frowns and looked up to see Halkrath’s hand on her shoulder.
“What business do you have with the female?” Lar’ja demanded.
“My business with the female…is my own,” Guan answered in prefect English.
Halkrath gave a warning growl towards the arrogant Yautja.
Lar’ja was scowling darkly behind his mask. “You will not speak to me in such a disrespectful tone, Blooded.”
Cross, on the other hand, was slightly amused by this. A smile curved over her lips. “So…you speak English,” she observed.
Guan bowed his head towards the female. “And well you might want to add.”
She chuckled. “You’re right,” she glanced over her shoulder at her two guards. “It’s alright, guys, you can step back.”
Lar’ja was hesitated to comply, but did as she ordered. His brother, unfortunately, was glaring dangerously at the young warrior. Only a low growl from his twin forced him to take a step back.
Once they were a good distance back, Cross returned her attention to the newcomer. “So, what can I do you for?”
“For most, I wish to introduce myself in your ooman custom,” he said, bowing from the waist down. “I am Blooded Warrior Guan of the R'ka Luar-ke Clan.”
He straightened back up and held out his hand towards her. Cross nodded and took the hand he offered in a firm shake. Just as she suspected his skin was soft to the touch. “I am Captain Akira Cross of Colony 28.”
Guan gave her small hand a delicate squeeze before releasing it. “A pleasure, I’ve wanted to introduce myself to you for some time now.”
She arched a brow at his words. “Oh? And why is that?”
Behind his expressionless mask, Guan lifted his crab-like hooks in a grin. “I simply wish to know the daughter of R’ka.”
She frowned. “And just who is R’ka?”
“Your father, it was his name on the Clan Ship.”
“Did you know my father during his time on the Clan Ship?” she asked curiously.
He shook his head. “He left before I was born. But there were many tales of him I’d heard about when I was a pup.”
Cross smiled at his words and glance over at her training rookies to see most stealing glances towards her. Frowning, she sighed and flashes him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, but I must return my attention to my rookies. Perhaps we can talk later?”
“How does tonight sound to you?”
His abrupt invitation startled her. “Uh, I’m afraid tonight will be a problem.”
He stiffened. “Is your problem with me being Yautja?”
Cross couldn’t withhold her laugh even if she wanted too. “Trust me; you being a Yautja have nothing to do with it. I raised a son who is Yautja.” She grinned. “I’m even mated with Honored Warrior Betanu?”
“Yes, I heard of that,” he muttered. “My Elder mentioned you don’t carry his mark.”
This time it was Cross’s turn to stiffen. “With all due respect, what I do behind closed doors with Betanu is my business, not my grandfather’s.”
Guan smirked. “Did you know if you’re the only female born from the bloodline of an Elder’s then he has decision over who is chosen as your mate?”
“No, I didn’t know that,” she frowned, wondering what he was getting at with his question.
“You best be careful then,” Guan warned with a shrug and then turn to leave. “If your mate doesn’t meet with Elder Nihkou’te’s standards then kiss your Betanu good-bye.”
His warning sent a shiver of cold fear down her spines and without hesitation, Cross reach over and grab his arm. “Wait, what do you mean by that?”
Through the visors of his mask, his mismatched eyes stared at the small hand on his muscular arm. “What I meant,” he said, turning to face her. “Is I suggest you keep your option in a mate open…”
Cross couldn’t open her mouth, especially with Guan lowering his mask to flash her pairs of beautiful silver and blue eyes. But what rendered her speechless was when he boldly winks at her before reattaching his mask. She watched as the arrogant young warrior casually strolls out of the training room with his hands on his narrowed waist.
“What did the little prick say?”
Cross nearly jump out her boots at the growling voice in her ear. Turning around she frown at the twins standing there. “Huh?”
“We wish to know what the Blooded said to you,” Lar’ja said.
“Actually there is something I want to ask you,” she rubbed her chin with a frown, “Guan said something that caught my attention. He said, if there was only one female born from the line of an Elder then he has the right to choose a mate for her, is that true?”
The brothers shot each other worried look, but it was Lar’ja who answered. “Yes, in some parts of the Clan Ships an Elder does have the right to choose a mate for his only female bloodline.”
Cross muttered a curse and wished she wasn’t slap into a situation like that. She had too many things to worry about and she didn’t need this to be added! Her son’s damn whipping was hours away and now she had to stress about if her curse of a grandfather was planning to choose her another mate? This was beyond ridiculous. She felt like her life no longer belongs in her own hands.
“Guan is Elder Nihkou’te’s right hand man, Cross,” Lar’ja warned in a low tone. “Be careful around him.”

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