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A/N: Sorry yall for the LATE story!!! October been a busy month. Just celebrated my twenty-fifth bday and the friends kept taking me out! Hahaha, well hopefully you will enjoy this chapter and many more to come.
Thanks everyone for the wonderful reviews for the last chapter!

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“I don’t understand why you have to leave so soon,” I knew I was blabbering, but the words just kept pouring out my mouth. “I mean you just got here…” I didn’t bother to hide my anxiety as I stared at Elder Bakuub in a desperate plea for him to stay. “Please, grandsire, stay longer.”
Towering above me was my grandsire, Elder Bakuub of the R'ka Luar-ke Clan, though many Yautja warriors rarely show displays of affection, my grandsire wasn’t one to hide it. Without hesitation he reached down to pat my head gently. Looking up into his glowing purple eyes, I knew he didn’t care what others thought of him. If one was to mock my grandsire for his ooman’s display, the older and more powerful Elder would’ve knocked that Yautja down without a second thought. Many claim since the death of his ooman mate, the Elder had inherited many of the ooman’s traits, such as affection. Many time I had to listen to my own Sire ridiculing him. Others could say what they wanted, but it never bothered Bakuub. In fact, I asked him once if it upset him, Elder Bakuub merely laughed and said, ‘Confidence, my pup, others can say what they want. I learned long ago that those who mock you are only cowards. They can call me a Bearer for all I care, but I am an Elder who commands his own vessel, who defeated a hard meat Queen, I travel all over the galaxies and have won many trophies and fought many great warriors. It does not make you weak to show a little affection, Vor’mekta.’
So much confidence, I was always envied of my grandsire. I honestly wish I could obtain the same carelessness he had of others’ words. Unfortunately he didn’t have to live under the same ship as my Sire.
Balling my fists, I demanded, “Take me with you!”
At my outburst, my grandsire’s eyes widened slightly. “Vor’mekta, you know I can’t take you away. A Yautja’s laws forbid one from interfering in the training between pup and Sire.”
I tsked, “I don’t care. I don’t want to stay here.”
He sighed. “Vor’mekta, running away isn’t the Yautja’s way,” he told me patiently, “I know it must be hard staying here with Nihkou’te. But you must do this.”
I hissed a curse before turning away from him. “You don’t understand…” I glared at the floor, “Elder Nihkou’te had announced I am to take his place as Elder should he perish. Of all his damn pups, why do I have to do this!?”
Chuckling, Bakuub gave one of my dreads a light tug. “Because, young pup, you were birth from a member of one of the Royal family. It’s an honor for such an opportunity.”
I scoffed bitterly at that.
“Vor’mekta, you will make a fine Elder one day. I watched you spar today and was proud at how you handled your opponent.”
I grimaced at the memory. “He going to hear I didn’t beat my opponent down…”
“You shouldn’t let Nihkou’te intimidate you…”
I frowned. It was easier said than done, I thought bitterly.
I made another attempt get my grandsire to stay when we were interrupted by one of my Sire’s guard. I watched as the guard approached us and bowed his head, only mainly because of Elder Bakuub presence, I was sure.
“Vor’mekta, Elder Nihkou’te has summoned you,” the guard informed me.
I stiffened, and gave a curt nod. I didn’t need to ask why I was being summoned.
After the guard left, Elder Bakuub reached down and gave me another pat on my head. “I must go, Vor’mekta, I’ll return as soon as possible.”
I merely scowled as I watched Bakuub board his ship. My stomach tightened when the ship’s door closed behind him with a loud click. Balling my fists, I left the docking area without a backward glance and made my way towards my Sire’s chamber. Everything inside me screamed at me run and hide…but even if I did…Elder Nihkou’te would always find me.
First thing I noticed when I stepped into the chamber was my Sire sitting down in his chair with his favorite ooman slave sitting by his feet. As always I cringed at the sight but hid it behind a cold mask. Approaching him, I knelt down to show my respect and bowed my head to show my submission. Even with my head low, I couldn’t help but sneak a peek at the ooman female. I didn’t know what it was about the slave, but all I knew it was her eyes that held me captivated. A bright, lively green stared at me through those parted black bangs. The ooman female barely spared me a glance when I entered the room, but my attention was on a deadpanned Nihkou’te, as always, I dreaded seeing him.
“I heard of your successful progress with training,” my Sire began pleasantly, his black talons combing through his slave’s long black thick hair. “But I also heard something rather disappointing…”
The fingers at my sides clenched, I already knew what subject he wished to discuss. “My sparring partner was already down…I didn’t think it was necessary to further my attack…”
“Oh?” though the word was simple, I knew I was going to be punished for being soft. Lesson one during training; never show any signs of weakness.
“I could’ve sworn I raised a warrior and not some sympathetic female,” Nihkou’te growled harshly. “I need a strong pup to oversee things if I were to perish in battle, I can’t have you being weak in front of others!”
I flinched at the Elder’s harsh tone, “Apologies, Elder, I’ll see to it, it won’t happen again.”
Nihkou’te cold gray eyes glared at me as though I was nothing more than a pest. “See that you don’t make the same mistake twice, pup. Now, get out of my sight.”
I left the Elder’s quarters without a backward glance. My body still shook with anger at his resentful words. Oh, how much I wanted to prove him wrong, but now wasn’t the time. My body still ached from today’s rough lesson and I needed rest. Leaving the Elder’s sector, I made my way through the Clan Ship and down towards the Unbloods sectors. Because I was the son of an Elder, I was assigned my own private quarters. Stripping down to my loin-cloth, I picked up a black bottle of salve and applied it to my aching joints and cuts.
Rubbing the stiffness out of my neck, my eyes stayed glued to the window in front of me. Outside, millions of tiny bright balls of gas winked at me. Beautiful things to look at from far away, but dangerous up close, I grunted angrily when I realized my thoughts were drifting off to useless things. There was only one person to blame for putting such a feminine thought into my head and at the moment I couldn’t get my fingers wrapped around her scrawny little neck.
Damn that annoying female.
Putting the salve bottle aside, I sat down on my hard bedding before lying down. Just as my eyes were drifting off, my last thoughts were on the ooman slave with bright green eyes.

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I was startled awake when a familiar scent invaded my scenes. Groaning miserably, I sat up tiredly and glared at the feminine figure sitting comfortably on my bed.
“What do you want?” I bit out each word angrily, not caring if I angered the female.
Sighing, she crossed her arms underneath her breasts. “Geeze, Vor’mekta, I could’ve sworn I raised you better.”
“Obviously you didn’t,” I muttered.
I didn’t have time to duck when I felt her hand grab hold of my dreads and gave it a harsh yank. “You rotten little pup!” she hissed amusedly, “You know better than to talk to me like that!”
Holding back my cries of pain, I could only nod. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it!”
Smiling her satisfaction, she let go. “That’s better, pup.”
Rubbing my sore head, I glared at her with annoyance. “What do you want?”
All humor aside, the female’s face grew serious with worry as she eyed me up and down, “I came to see if you were alright after…”
I snapped. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t need your help?!”
Elder Nihkou’te’s favorite slave glared at me through her parted black bangs, “If you think yelling at me will chase me out your room, you’re dead wrong,” she sighed with a weary smile, “I can’t help but think of you as my own.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I grumbled a curse. Though I was still a pup in training, I remembered the first time my Elder brought the defiant slave to his quarters. She had been a wild thing, refusing any order Nihkou’te gave her. Although it annoyed me, I couldn’t help but be amused by her fiery spirit. But despite it all, even she suffered under Nihkou’te’s punishing hands. No matter how much I wanted to protest against it, I was forced to stand back and watch as the Elder whipped her in front of the other slaves.
She wasn’t like any other slaves I’d ever seen before. In fact, the only time she’d been gentle and kind was when she had to watch over me. When injured during my training, her hands had always warmed me as she cared for me. She saw me as a pup of her own…but unfortunately; I didn’t see her in the same light.
I saw her as something much, much more.
And now I am an Unblood, a Yautja training for my Chiva. Soon I would come back as a Youngblood, a warrior with a name and status. I was willing to do whatever it takes to have her look at me. As much as it sickened me to know she shared the Elder’s bed, I wanted her.
I snapped out of thought when I felt fingers gently caressing my hand, I looked up to see her smiling at me. I quickly looked away when I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Though her touch was innocent, it felt as though she touched my very being.
“Hey, you okay, pup?”
Shifting nervously in bed, I pulled away from her touch and ignored the flash of hurt in her eyes. “I-I think you should go…”
Her green eyes widened at my words, but to my relief she nodded. “Of course, I’ll leave you to your rest.”
I watched her leave and forced myself not to run after her. Even if I were a pup that barely reached her shoulder, even if I were an Unblood who was barely making it through training…all I wanted was her.
I wanted her.

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Panting heavily, I eyed my opponent as he began to circle me. For the past six hours, I’ve been put through this painful training with the older males, powerful warriors who towered over me as though I was nothing more than an ooman. At my Sire’s command, I wasn’t allowed rest until I was able to at least defeat one of my five sparring partner. So far, I couldn’t even land a hit on my first opponent. Already I could feel my body aching for the exhausting training while sweat and blood drenched my body. My legs shook as I moved to follow my opponent’s movements. I hissed angrily at the taunting look in his eyes. He knew, as much as I, any plans I had on attacks weren’t going to work with him.
But then again he didn’t know how stubborn I could be.
With a loud, defiant roar, I rushed towards my opponent with my fist raised above my head. I had to bring him down, I just had to! My body desperately needed the rest; I honestly didn’t know how much longer I could last and everyone knew it.
Seeing an opening on my opponent, I threw my fist back and struck!
I grunted when my fist connected with my sparring partner’s open palm. Looking up, I glared at my opponent’s eyes.
“Ever the impatient one, eh, Vor’mekta?” my sparring partner mocked.
I didn’t get a chance to reply, especially when my opponent’s fist connected under my mandible and sent me flying across the training room. I landed on my back with a loud thud; already I could feel my body shaking from the painful blow. Shaking the dizziness off, I struggled to my feet but didn’t get the chance to recollect my thoughts when I was suddenly flip face down with my hands twisted behind me and a hard knee pressed at the center of my back. I tried to yank myself out of the hold, but only succeeded in hurting myself.
“Submit!” my opponent growled above me.
Stubbornly, I hissed, “Never!”
I cried out in pain when my sparring partner tightened his hold on me. All around the others growled and taunted me with their laughter and cruel words. But I was the son of an Elder; I wasn’t going to let their words affect me! Gathering what strength I had left, I twisted my body around to break free from my sparring partner’s hold. Without stalling, I rolled away from my opponent, and hopped to my feet. Already I could feel the ground shaking and knew my opponent was rushing towards me. With my heart pounding in my chest, I dodged a large fist coming towards me and ducked and rolled in between the opening of my opponent’s legs. With his back towards me, I jumped up and climbed onto his back and dug my sharp talons into his flesh. Bright neon green blood immediately spewed from his back as my sparring partner roared his anger and pain. Grabbing a chuck of his flesh with me, I jumped off his back and avoided the hand reaching for me.
I gave a dark chuckle at the feel of my opponent’s blood coating my fingers. I could already taste victory on the tip of my tongue.
My sparring partner merely shrugged at the damaged I caused him. I scowled my frustration at the mockery in his eyes.
“You scratched me,” my opponent laughed.
I flexed my fingers and flared my tusks at his words.
The others in the training room chuckled and laughed.
Couching low, my opponent waved at me to come at him. I didn’t hesitate to take the offer and was instantly slammed facedown onto the cold floor. I cried out when my opponent lifted me up by the hair and held me up, my feet dangling helplessly above the floor. My hands clung to his wrist that suspended me in the air.
“Pathetic and weak, as expected from a hybrid,” he sneered and tightened his hold me.
I hissed at the sharp pain, but refused to back down. I couldn’t give up now, not after all that hard work I put into this training. Tightening my grip on his wrist, I gave a loud rebellious roar before slamming my foot into my opponent’s face. His head jerked back from the force of the impact and was I was instantly release and landed on my feet with ease. With the last of my strength I gathered what energy I had left to put into this one last hit. I already knew my body was weakening from the lack of rest. My vision blurred, but I knew where my opponent was from the scent of his blood. Curling my fingers, I slammed my fist into his abdomen with my last strength before I felt myself falling backward.
My back hit the cold floor first before my sparring partner. To my satisfaction, despite the blurriness of my vision, I watched my opponent fall backward with his hands cradling his injured stomach. It was the last thing I’d see before my vision went black.

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I awoke with a jolt when I felt something wet being pressed against my bruised tusks. Immediately my heart leaped to my throat at the dark figure hovering over me. The thought of my Sire standing over me had me breaking into cold sweats.
“Vor’mekta, calm down, you’re in the med-quarters…” a smooth feminine voice assured me.
I blinked my eyes rapidly before it began to focus on the blurry figure hovering over me; my body instantly relaxed at the familiar scent. “How-How long have I been out?”
My Sire’s slave sighed before tending to my broken tusk. “Nearly two hours.”
I winced and knew I had to ask the one question I dreaded asking, “And my Sire?”
She paled right before my eyes before lowering her bright green eyes. “Your punishment is to start as soon as you wake up. I’m supposed to notify him as soon as possible.”
Lowering myself back down, I pushed aside the dark thoughts and decided to turn my attention to the female. Today, instead of having her black hair tied into a bun, those dark locks fell forward and brushed against me as she leaned over me. I watched through hooded eyes while she cleaned my wounds and felt my pulse speed up when she casually examined my broken tusk with her slender fingers.
“You’ll heal just fine,” she smiled; the relief evident in her voice.
Though her lips were moving, I couldn’t for the life of me, concentrate on her words. Her pale skin was flush and her green eyes dark. Then I knew, without having to ask, she had mated with my Sire recently. His damn scent was practically spewing from her spores. My stomach churned at the thought of my Sire mating with the female I wanted. Unwillingly, my eyes travelled further down her body and noticed the finger marks bruising on her delicate thighs. The scent of her blood was light, but I knew, without having to look, he must‘ve hurt her. My hands clutched at the thought of my Sire being rough and careless with her.
“Vor’mekta, are you alright?”
Hearing the concern in her voice, I forced my eyes away from the bruises and felt my fists loosen at the worry look in her eyes. “I’m fine,” I assured her.
Despite her smile I knew she was still worried. “For a second there I thought you were going to be sick.”
I grunted, but refused to let her know how right she was. “I must go,” I said regrettably.
I made a move to get up but a hand to my chest held me in place. Wincing when I tightened my bruised tusks together, I gave a questioning look towards the suddenly pale female.
“I must go,” I repeated myself firmly.
Her black brows pulled together in a frown. Obviously from the look in her eyes she thought I was eager to go to my punishment, but I continued before she could utter a single word. “It’s best if I get it over with quickly,” gently, but firmly I pried her small hand off my chest before sitting up. “You and I both know we cannot escape his punishment.”
Shiny tears threatened to spill from the female’s eyes and I shifted uncomfortably at the odd display. All Yautjas knew what tears were when they spill from an ooman’s eyes. I’d seen it many times when a slave was being punished; during those times I felt nothing. But seeing the strange liquid spill from this particular female had something odd fluttering in my stomach, seeing this liquid now nearly forced me to beg her to stop.
I would have too, if it hadn’t been for my awaiting punishment by the hands of my Sire.
Forcing myself to remain impassive, I got up and brushed past the female and left the medic-room without a backward glance.

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Crack!
I flinched at the first crack of whip tearing through my flesh. The sharp pain shook me uncontrollably as another one instantly came down with another loud crack. Hot blood trickled from my wounds and down my back, and even through the pain I continued to glare challengingly at my Sire, who sat comfortably in his chair, his own cold gray eyes staring at me as if my punishment bored him. Unconsciously; I pulled at the restrains on my wrists and cried out when another whip struck my back.
“You sound like a whimpering female,” my tormentor mocked before landing another hit on my back.
I hissed at the sharp pain and turned my head to glare at the smug Honored Warrior holding the whip, which was coated in my blood.
“Oh? There’s still some fire left in you, pup, perhaps there is some hope for you after all,” he sneered as he threw back his arm and landed another crack over my bloodied back.
I flinched under the powerful blow. One after the other, I suppressed the urge to scream in agony as the whipping became more brutal. Tightening my bruised tusks, I refused to show any signs of pain. The look of disgust and amusement were evident in my Sire’s eyes. The sound of wet ripping flesh churned my stomach; the urge to empty out my stomach was damn near as strong as the pain. Balling my fists, I continued to count the numerous times the unforgiving whip landed on my back and sucked in a sharp breath when I felt the tip of the metal whip strike my neck. I didn’t have to look down to see the pool of blood gathering around my feet, and in fact, I could feel it with the tip of my toes. Another hit landed and an unwanted whimper escaped from my throat.
“Next time, Vor’mekta, I’ll advise you to defeat your opponent to avoid another punishment,” my Sire suggested cruelly.
“I did defeat him!” I snapped and immediately cried out when another hit struck my back.
Like the cold bastard he was, Nihkou’te laughed. “Witness said you fell before he did…so technically you lost.”
Bastard, I curse bitterly and winced.
When the last hit landed, I nearly sagged in relief and thank Paya I didn’t fall unconscious. Already I heard my tormentor coiling up his blood coated whip, but my relief was short lived when Nihkou’te commanded, “Five more lashings.”
I snarled. I should’ve known better.

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As always my wounds were tended by the caring hands of my Sire’s slave. It was the only thing I was thankful for from Nihkou’te. I didn’t think at the moment I could handle being in the same room with one of my Sire’s goons. Lying face down on the med-cot with my head turned toward the female, I watched through hooded eyes as the ooman female carefully applied the burning blue coals into my wounds. I hissed at the stinging pain, but made sure not to move. The pain lasted for a few seconds when I felt her gentle hand caressing my hair. My pain was instantly forgotten while she continued to smooth my locks while her green eyes stared at me with patience and kindness.
I whimpered when she removed her hand.
“Relax, it’s almost over,” she lied to me as she scooped up more liquefied coals into a scalpel.
I scoffed. “I’m not a pup, female, just hurry up.”
I laid there for another hour while she cleaned the blood off my back. Already I could feel my wounds closing thanks to the strong, painful medicine.
“Do you want me to give you something for the pain?”
It was funny she had mentioned that, because up until now I didn’t feel anything. My damn body was numb from the neck down. “I don’t need it, just give me an hour to rest,” I grumbled before closing my weary eyes.
“Good, get some sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.” I could hear the smile in her soft feminine voice.
I breathed in deeply and felt my chest tightened at her familiar scent. With her sweet scent and her calming presence, it wasn’t long before I fell into a peaceful sleep.

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“I don’t understand how you can stand to be around their filthy kind with such calmness,” a low unfamiliar voice hissed.
Through my heavy sleep, I noticed another ooman presence was inside the medic chamber. I didn’t have to open my eyes to know my Sire’s favorite slave seat beside my bed with her hand on my arm. The other unfamiliar ooman, a female, was standing somewhere in the small room. Keeping my eyes closed, I listened on.
“He’s not like the others,” she protested, her fingers caressing my arm gently. “Vor’mekta’s better than the others.”
The other female slave scoffed. “They’re all the same. We’re nothing but slaves to them, you foolish girl.” I didn’t need to open my eyes to know the female was scowling at my Sire’s slave. “But then again you’re different from the rest of us, you’re special,” she sneered.
I resisted the urge to growl. How dare this slave mock her!?
The hand on my arm stiffened. “I’m no different than the rest of you. None of you are forced into Elder Nihkou’te’s bed!” she hissed softly.
The other female laughed. “Oh? But we all hear how much you enjoyed it. Oh yes, don’t think we don’t know. Every slave could hear your moans of pleasure throughout the fucking ship.”
“Shut up! You don’t know anything,” she snapped angrily, her dull nails biting into my arm. “He-He…forces me to take this…concoction to make me want him. If it hadn’t been for that potion…”
Everything in my body froze at the little female’s confession.
The other female scoffed. “You, at least, are only allowed to bed the Elder. And we’re forced to bed whoever drags us to the nearest chamber!”
I flinched inwardly at the other female’s outburst. True our Yautja females only mate once a month, but it still didn’t stop our males from having sexual frustration. With ooman females, many of the warriors didn’t need their permission. I remember on several occasions seeing the males simply grabbing the slaves and dragging them into the nearest chambers. Some walk out bruised and bloodied, and most don’t walk back out at all.
I shuddered at the thought of that happening to my female.
Only after hearing the door close did I open my eyes. Even with her slender back towards me, I knew she was crying, the salt water she was emitting was strong and full of distress. Awkwardly, I reach out and placed my hand on her back. She gave a start at my touch and I immediately snatch my hand away.
“I-I’m sorry,” I muttered.
Eyes wide with tears, the female merely chuckle and shook her head. “No, I’m sorry…” she whispered, her fists rubbing her teary eyes. “You…just startled me.”
Resisting the urge to reach out and touch her, I clenched my fist and welcome the feel of my sharp talons biting into my palm.
“Vor’mekta, don’t ever become like that…”
I frowned. “Huh?”
“Don’t ever treat a female, slave or Yautja, with disrespect,” she reached over and took my hand in hers. “When you find the right one…keeps her and don’t let her go.”
I kept my eyes on the delicate hand holding mines and knew, without having to think, about the answer. “I’m not planning on letting her go,” saying so, I tightened my grasp on hers.

==

Once again, I decided not to train today, and instead I was watching the female slave tend to her duties. I didn’t know how long I’d been sitting across from her, watching as she cleaned and polish the Elder’s weapons. My eyes narrowed at the redness and little cuts on her delicate fingers.
Such a fragile thing, I thought wearily.
“You’ve been sitting there staring at me all day,” she said without taking her eyes off her task. “Is something on your mind, Vor’mekta?”
Tearing my eyes from her wounds, I knew I needed to say something, I really did…but all I could do was stare at her. She was all ooman, from her head to her toes. Her long black hair fell down to her waist, pink ooman lips and a little nose. Around her neck was a slave collar with Nihkou’te’s symbol carved into it, but I knew just beneath that collar lay a thick scar. She was dressed like any other slave, a brown loin-cloth with a brown top to bind her breasts together. But because of the heat on the ship and her ooman delicacy, her pale skin was coated in glistening sweat. I shifted uncomfortably as a droplet of sweat disappeared in between her plump bosoms.
“Vor’mekta?”
Forcefully, but regrettably, I tore my eyes away from her chest to focused on her wide green eyes. “I’d done my training hours ago…” I lied and made a show of rubbing my shoulder, “I just thought I needed a little rest before the Elder came back.”
At the mention of the Nihkou’te I saw a flash of fear in her eyes. Though the urge to hold her was strong, I resisted by clenching my fists. “Is-Is…”
She held up her hand to halt my words, I immediately clamped my tusks together. “Let’s not talk about that right now,” she muttered nervously.
I leaned back in my chair and observed the scars on her arms and knew, without having to ask, who gave her those scars.
“Well, I appreciate your company,” she smiled at me. “You’re the only Yautja I’m allowed to be around…I’m just glad the Elder didn’t take you away from me.”
My stomach clenched nervously at her words. Yautja guarded their mate possessively; perhaps the reason why Nihkou’te didn’t see me as a threat was because the female had a helping hand in raising me. Her parental instincts would always be there whenever she was around me, but I wasn’t about to let her know of my desires for her. A female slave I should’ve seen as a surrogate Bearer…and instead I saw her as mine.
Mine to claim, mine to protect and mine to love.
Warriors don’t love, especially sons of Elders and the son of an Elder shouldn’t be obsessing over a slave. And yet here I was, sitting across from my obsession.
“Vor’mekta, can I tell you a secret?”
I nodded without hesitation.
“I-I think I might be with pup…”
“That’s not possible!” I snapped and cursed my foolish outburst.
At my words her green eyes narrowed at me. “I’m pretty sure it’s possible between a male and female, pup.”
I didn’t know what happened, but something inside me must’ve snapped when suddenly the table blocking my path was knocked out of the way. From far away I heard a startled scream and the feel of a feminine body pressed against mines. Through my rage I realized I had the female on the ground with me pinned on top of her. The blood rushed through my veins at the scent of her fear.
“Vor’mekta, what are you doing!?”

Vor’mekta’s story came to a halt when he felt a pair of strong fingers tightening around his neck. Lifting his eyes off the floor, he wasn’t surprised to find a single gray eye glaring at him in pure hatred. He’d realized then his little brother had gotten out of his restrain and was now trying to choke the life out of him. But no…Vor’mekta didn’t try to break from his brother’s blood thirsty hands; in fact, the Arbitrator sat calmly in his chair as R’ka towered over him with every intention of killing him.
Muffling curses through the duct-tape, Edwin tore the gray tape off his mouth before returning his fingers to squeezing his brother’s neck.
“Wh-What did you do…?” Edwin hissed the words through clenched teeth. Everything inside him was telling him to take off this bastard’s head. Just the image of his mother’s beneath the raging Yautja was enough to send him into a murderous frenzy.
“Relax, R’ka, I’d never harm your Bearer,” Vor’mekta wheezed out the words. .
Edwin continued to glare at him until he finally let go. Vor’mekta immediately coughed and sucked in precious air. His hands were already massaging his sore throat. Growling, Edwin stepped away from him before turning his back.
“So…you wanted her…” Edwin muttered, his gray eye staring at the floor.
Vor’mekta gave a bitter chuckle. “I didn’t just want her, little brother, I loved her.”
Edwin scoffed. “Yautja know nothing of love.”
“But you loved one time, didn’t you, R’ka?”
He stiffened.
“Your mate’s name was Hitoma…I watched you chase after her for months. She was your first and only mate.”
Edwin’s eye snapped at him. “Spying me on?”
Vor’mekta merely shook his head. “I watched over you, little brother. I watched you claim the female you wanted, the first pup you sired…I watched you protect this Colony since the day you first stepped into it.”
Walking up to his brother, Vor’mekta clamped his hand over Edwin’s stiffed shoulder. “You have become a fine warrior and protector, R’ka, and for what it’s worth…I’m proud of you.”
I’m proud of you…
Four simple words and yet it felt as though Edwin had been finally given the acknowledgement he’d been so desperately seeking.
“I never hurt your Bearer that day…but I let her know of my intention.”

“Vor’mekta, what are you doing?!”
It was her words that broke through to me. Blinking my eyes rapidly, I realized I had the female pinned beneath me with her elbow at my throat and her hand pressed against my fast beating heart. Refusing to meet with her eyes, I hastily got up and backed away from her. Shame and guilt ate at me for my dishonorable behavior, but just the thought of my Sire’s suckling growing in her womb sickened me.
Was I really so pathetic to force myself on a defenseless pregnant female?
“Vor’mekta?”
I winced at the sound of her voice.
“Look at me, pup…”
I had expected anger, accusation, anything in that same category…but in her gentle tone, all I heard were patience and understanding. Guilt continued to claw its way inside my gut.
“Listen…you probably think with the new pup your Sire will neglect you, but I assure you he won’t.”
My eyes narrowed dangerously at her words. Wrong, all those useless words she just uttered were all wrong! Snarling, I snapped my eyes opened and glared at her through the haze of pain and anger. “Useless…” I growled before turning my back on her. “How can you not see?”
I didn’t need to turn around to know she wore a look of confusion. “What’s the matter, Vor’mekta?”
“I never saw you as my Bearer…even as a substitute,” I glanced over my shoulder to see her look of hurt and forced myself not to care. She needed to know, she had to know. “Despite my appearance as a full blooded Yautja, it’s my scent that gives away the fact I have ooman blood in me. My Bearer barely took care of me and even went as far as to giving me away within three months.”
“I know the story, pup…you don’t have to explain to me anything…”
I merely shook my head and continued on. “No, you don’t. The day my Sire brought you to his quarters I tried to distance myself from you…”
A soft chuckle came from behind. “I know…”
“Nihkou’te never brought you from the slave trader as my surrogate Bearer; in fact, it was your rare scent that caught his attention…not all ooman females can carry a Yautja’s suckling to full term. But your scent allowed him to know you are one in a few who could. Hence, he only brought you for his own amusement.”
She gave a bitter laugh. “Trust me, pup, I know the first day he’d brought me to his chamber,” her body shuddered at the memory. “You don’t say no to Nihkou’te.”
Closing my eyes, I said, “I thought that was also why I became attracted to you…”
Soft and inaudible, but I clearly heard her breath hitched and her heart quickened.
I continued before she could ask any question, “But the longer I stayed with you the more I realized it wasn’t your scent that held my attention,” I opened my eyes and couldn’t let myself hide from her any longer. “It was you, and only you. Do you find it sickening to know I want you?”
“Vor’mekta, you don’t know what you’re talking about…” though her words were firm, it was her eyes the held uncertainty. “I’m sure whatever you’re feeling will pass…”
Within seconds I was crossing the room and standing in front of her. Even with her eyes staring at me, I knew from her scent alone, she was frightened. Cautiously, so not to scare her any further, I wrapped my arms around her and firmly but slowly pulled her against me. She stood stiff in my arms, but I didn’t care. My heart was racing in my chest at the feel of her against me. Though there were many times when the female would pull me into a hug, despite my protest, but this time it was different. Because this time, it was I who initiated the embrace.
“Your silly crush will go away…” I didn’t know who she was trying to convince, myself or her.
My arms tightened around her. Being this close to her, I could detect something different in her scent and knew she truly was with pup. A low growl rumbled in my throat and the female gasped in fear. “I’m not going to hurt you,” I assured her, turning my growl into purrs. “I can never hurt you…”
I had expected her to try and pull away from me, but my heart slammed against my chest when I felt her arms crept around me. My excitement lasted for a brief second when I felt her rub my head as though I were a pup waking up from a nightmare.
“Oh, pup, what am I going to do with you?”

Vor’mekta snapped back to reality at the loud laugh of mockery coming from his little brother. Glaring his annoyance, the Arbitrator resisted the urge to throttle his brother as he calmly breathed in and out. Honestly, Vor’mekta didn’t know what the damn hybrid found so funny.
“It must’ve bruised your ego when she rejected you,” Edwin said between laughter.
He grunted.
Chuckling, Edwin casually brushed back his hair as he regarded the stoic Yautja with obvious amusement. “I don’t understand why you kept it a secret, so what if you were infatuated with my mother,” he dismissed it with a careless shrug.
Unknown to Edwin, Vor’mekta’s tusks tightened in guilt at a part of the story he’d deliberately left out. Deep down he wasn’t ready to reveal what Nihkou’te held over his head. But he knew the longer he kept it a secret…the harder it will be to reveal it.
Perhaps Vor’mekta should just tell his brother right here and now…
“What does Nihkou’te have planned for my daughter?”
At the abrupt question, Vor’mekta gave a start. To be honest he hadn’t expected his brother to bring up the subject…though he shouldn’t have been surprised. This was his only pup after all…and Vor’mekta would be lying if he said the Elder had nothing in mind. There was definitely something Nihkou’te had in store for the female hybrid and the thought of it was enough to make him shudder.
“Vor’mekta…”
The Arbitrator was just getting ready to open his mouth when the doors to the quarters opened. His black eyes narrowed when in walked Nihkou’te. The two half-brothers bowed their heads at his approach.
“Welcome, Elder Nihkou’te,” Edwin greeted through clenched teeth. “Cross should be arriving any moment.”
Nihkou’te merely nodded.
Head tilted to the side, Vor’mekta observed his Elder and wondered curiously what the Elder had to say in front of R’ka’s pup.
“Arbitrator, your assistant is no longer required.”
Vor’mekta’s eyes narrowed at Nihkou’te before finally giving a curt nod. Before the Arbitrator walked through the door, he threw his brother a look of cautious before leaving. But Edwin already knew to be on alert when around their Sire. Hell, he’d always known from a very young age.
Nihkou’te simply could not be trusted.
“Don’t look so nervous, R’ka,” Nihkou’te remarked dryly. “You look like a pup awaiting his punishment.”
Edwin scowled at the mockery in the Elder’s tone. Pushing aside his irritation, he said. “I assure you I’m only anxious for the arrival of High Elder Nrak'ytara.”
Nihkou’te grunted at the famous name. “Nrak’ytara is nothing but an ooman himself,” he ridiculed bitterly, “That old fool think peace between oomans and Yautjas can exist.”
“Perhaps it can…”
Gray eyes narrowed dangerously at a stoic Edwin. “You and I both know it cannot and never will. There are those out there who are bent on stopping this signing.”
At his words, Edwin was suddenly on alert. “What are you talking about?”
A carelessly shrug was his only response.
Growling his frustration, Edwin was suddenly in front of the Elder with every intention of getting his answer. “Are you hiding something, Elder?”
He smirked. “A mere warning is all I’m suggesting, R’ka,” he surprised Edwin by saying. “You should be on alert…”

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“Why are you following me?”
Betanu hid his amusement at his sulking pup. Looking for him hadn’t been an easy task, but the Honored Warrior had already given his word to his mate to help the pup adjust to their situation. Finding Connor outside the Colony had surprised him, seeing how the pup was lying face down on top of a thick tree branch with ease.
“And what are you doing up there, pup?”
“Can’t very well go back to her place, it probably reeks in there.” grumbled a moping Connor, his red eyes staring lazily at the green caterpillar crawling on his hand.
Arms crossed over his chest, Betanu leaded against the tree his pup laid on top. “I gave you my word, Connor; she will never carry my pup.”
He grunted and plucked the squirming caterpillar off his hand and set it down on a nearby leaf. “I will hold you to your word,” he sighed and rolled off the branch and fell down. With ease he landed on his feet in front of his Sire. “Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be with my mother?”
“She’s with her Sire at the moment; I’m on my way there now,” saying that, the Honored Warrior pushed away from the tree and walked in the direction of the Colony. “Had to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid,” he said over his shoulder.
Connor scowled. “I’m not a pup!”
His only answer was an amused chuckle from his Sire. Muttering a curse, Connor ran after him.
With Connor walking behind him Betanu let the anxiety wash over his weary eyes. His tusks twitched at the conversation he had not too long ago with Elder Nihkou’te.

“Elder Nihkou’te, if I may have a word with you?” Betanu approached the older warrior and bowed his head.
Nihkou’te was just about to leave his quarters when Betanu spotted him, but standing beside the Elder was Guan, the younger Yautja merely scowled at other warrior.
Looking at Betanu with open distain, Nihkou’te bit out, “I don’t have all day, what do you want?”
Lifting his head up, Betanu shot the younger warrior a look. “I would like to have a word with the Elder in private,” he hissed.
Guan smirked and crossed his arms over his scarred chest. “Whatever you have to say to the Elder can be said in front of me.”
Betanu growled a warning.
Guan wasn’t at all intimated by the older male. His mismatched eyes stared at Betanu with amusement.
Growling his impatience, Nihkou’te turned to his young pupil. “Leave us, Guan.”
The Blooded Warrior was quick to protest, “I don’t think…”
“I said go!” Nihkou’te snapped, his maimed tusks flaring in warning, “You have a task to do, remember?”
Stiffening, the young warrior nodded, but shot Betanu a scowl before leaving. Once Guan turned the corner and disappeared, Betanu turned his attention back to the impatient Elder.
“It’s no secret you want something from my mate…”
Nihkou’te scowled, “Mate…” his cold gray eyes flared at the scent coming off the other Yautja. “Ah, so you finally had the balls to bed her…”
Betanu’s fists clenched, but he held his temper in check. “She and I are mates, I really don’t care if you approve, but I’m letting you know whatever plan you have for her…”
Nihkou’te held up his hand before he could finish his sentence, “Ah, I see. There’s no need to worry, Honored Warrior, my blood will always be safe by my side.”
The snort Betanu uttered clearly told him his words meant nothing. “Just be aware I’ll be watching you. All the Clans know your words mean nothing. And as for your honor? I doubt it exists,” saying that, Betanu turn to leave, but a hand on his shoulder halted him.
“You really need to show more respect towards your Elders, pup,” Nihkou’te snarled, his hand tightening on Betanu’s shoulder. Smirking, he leaned closer, “So enjoy all the time you have with the little female, Betanu, because like all ooman mates…they don’t last for very long.”

Betanu snapped out of thought when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Glancing over his shoulder, his brows furrowed at the sight of his pup standing there. “Is something wrong?”
With his free hand, Connor scratched the back of his head confusedly, “Yeah, you stopped walking,” he said, “I was going to ask if something was wrong.”
True to his words, Betanu hadn’t realized he stopped walking. “Ah. There’s a lot on my mind,” he admitted and resumed walking. “Come, we must hurry back to the Colony.”

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With the Captain walking ahead and the two Yautja walking behind her, she could easily feel the thick tension coming from both Hulk and Guan. She didn’t need to look back to see the two dominating males glaring at each other. Even with their grunts, clicks, and growls, she knew whatever private conversation they were discussing wasn’t a pleasant one.
“I know Elder Nihkou’te has something planned for the female,” Halkrath shot an amused Guan a look of distrust, “And so do you…”
Guan merely shrugged at the accusation, “You have quite the imagination there, Halkrath,” he mocked dryly. “Akira is safe with me.”
Halkrath scoffed. “What is your purpose?”
Guan smirked. “My purpose?” he eyed the irate warrior as though he was nothing more than an annoying pup. “Truth is, Halkrath, my purpose doesn’t involve Akira….she’s completely safe with me.”
Halkrath eyed the younger warrior with obvious suspicion. There was something Guan was hiding. If he wasn’t after the female…then it must be someone close to her…but who? The only bloods related to her were Elder Bakuub and Vor’mekta…but Halkrath knew for a fact Guan wasn’t foolish enough to go after either one…
And, of course, there was her Sire…
“You’re after her Sire?” he guessed and immediately noticed the twitch in the younger male’s eyes. Halkrath knew then he guessed right. “What could you hope to gain in going after her Sire?”
The Blooded Warrior didn’t answer and instead he’d merely arched a brow as his tusks twitched into a knowing smile. Scowling, Halkrath grunted before walking ahead of him. Guan couldn’t help but notice the protective way he was standing behind the female. True the Honored Warrior was her personal guard, but even Guan knew something was off. Halkrath wasn’t guarding the female like a dutiful warrior; he was guarding her like a possessive mate.
Stopping in front of the General’s door, Cross gave a quick knock and opened the door when her father allowed her entrance. Seeing Elder Nihkou’te standing next to the window, Cross was smart enough to bow her head in his direction. Nihkou’te merely nodded his head in acknowledgment. Guan was the last to enter the room and closed the door behind him.
“Took you a while to get here, Captain,” the General remarked dryly.
Cross straightened back up and flashed her father an apologetic smile. “Sorry, General.”
Edwin grunted and motion to the empty chair in front of his desk. “Sit down.”
Cross did as he suggested and sat down in the chair, with Halkrath standing beside her. Sighing heavily, the General scraped back his chair and stood up, his cold eye staring at a stoic Elder. “You wanted this meeting…so tell me, what is it you want to tell us?”
Abandoning his post by the window, Nihkou’te casually made his way toward the seated female. Cross instantly stiffened at his approach, beside her Halkrath watched the Elder with suspicious eyes. Feeling the tension in the room, Nihkou’te didn’t bother to withhold his amused chuckle.
Resisting the urge to curse his impatience, Edwin demanded. “Elder Nihkou’te, I don’t have time for this. You will tell us now or-“
“You will not speak to the Elder with such disrespect,” Guan interrupted him, his mismatched eyes glaring at him in challenge.
Edwin scowled at the younger Yautja. “Open that tusks of yours one more time and I swear I’ll break it.”
Guan smirked. “I’ll like to see you try, ooman.”
Fists clenching, Edwin made his way around his desk and approached the cocky Yautja. Cross was already getting out of her chair to intervene, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. Looking over her shoulder she frowned questioningly at Halkrath, who merely shook his head in respond.
“Are you challenging me, pup?”
Cross’s wide eyes went back to see her father towering over the smaller Yautja. Everything in her was telling her to stop the upcoming fight between her father and Guan, but watching the two males glaring at each other forced her to stand back. It was almost as if watching two trains getting ready to collide and she couldn’t do anything about it. She had at least expected the Elder to stop the fight, but looking at him now showed he was only amused.
Guan hissed, “The stench of your blood will only taint my claws.”
Guan should have seen the big fist coming at his face, Cross cringe inwardly when it connected with his mandible. Halkrath was already yanking the female out of the chair to thrust her behind him protectively. Guan landed on his back with a grunt, his mismatched eyes glared dangerously at a smug Edwin. Cross was quick to cover her ears when Guan flared open his tusks and roared his anger. Suddenly the Blooded Warrior was on his feet and tackled the older male to the ground.
“Stop it!” Cross shouted over their growls.
Unfortunately both male continued to smash each other’s faces with their fists. Wincing at the sound, Cross turned to the male beside her, “Hulk, do something!”
The Honored Warrior shook his head.
She scowled, “What do you mean no?”
Luckily, Halkrath kept a restraining hand on the female’s arm to keep her from getting involved. Scowling her displeasure, Cross knew it was pointless to try and yank her arm free. Though his hold on her wasn’t strong, she knew he could easily hold her back effortlessly. Turning her attention back to the fight, Cross’s eyes widened when she realized her father had the other warrior pinned beneath him. Her heart lodged in her throat at the sight of the General holding a handgun under Guan’s mandible. Both their faces were bloodied, the eye patch her father wore hung loose around his neck.
“Submit, you damn bug,” Edwin snarled through his blood stained teeth.
Guan flared his broken tusks in defiance.
Edwin’s fingers twitched to pull the trigger, anything to wipe that damn smirk off the little bastard’s face. Hell, maybe he should…
“Are you so eager to be rid of him, R’ka?”
At Nihkou’te’s voice, Edwin lifted his eyes off his opponent’s to his Sire’s. “Cocky bastard needs a beating down or two,” he bit out angrily.
Nihkou’te chuckled. “He does, doesn’t he?” he remarked thoughtfully, “Reminds you of a certain someone, doesn’t it?”
Edwin frowned at the odd tone in the Elder’s voice, even Guan stilled underneath him.
“Does he not remind you of someone, R’ka?”
Other than his scent, Edwin didn’t know what else he should be looking for from Guan. Mutely he shook his head. “What are you getting at?”
Cross frowned at the bewildered look on her father’s face, whatever conversation he and the Elder were having must be intense.
Chuckling deep in his throat, Nihkou’te approached the two fighters and knelt down. Looking between a confused Edwin and a frowning Guan, Nihkou’te lifted his maimed tusks into a cruel grin. “I didn’t think you two would be so much alike in stubbornness and temper.”
A look of understanding finally came to mind and Edwin grunted, “Are you telling me this worm is another pup of yours?”
Underneath him, Guan’s mismatched eyes widened as his bruised tusks gasps open.
A chilling laughter rumbled from Nihkou’te’s chest, just staring at those cold gray eyes sent a shiver of fear down Edwin’s spine.
“He’s not mine, R’ka,” Nihkou’te smirk, “He’s yours.”
Edwin was sure if a herd of Xenomorphs came stomping into the room right now, he probably wouldn’t have noticed. All his thoughts and attention were on the unbelievable words his Sire just uttered to him.
Clamping his bruised mouth shut, he swallowed the lump down his throat and ask, “Wh-What did you say?”
“I could’ve sworn you have prefect hearing ability,” Nihkou’te mocked dryly, “But this will be the last time I repeat myself…” edging closer to the two stunned fighters, he continued, “Congratulation, R’ka, it’s a boy!”

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