Free Web NovelChapter 95: Chapter 95
Tempest was absolutely drained.
Trying to pretend as if she had no feelings for Dron was much harder than what she thought it would be. It wasn’t just her ignoring him. It was also pretending that she didn’t realize how hard he was trying. How intensely he was trying to make it so that she was comfortable.
He didn’t deserve what she was doing but she didn’t know any other way.
"What do you mean you’re hurting? What’s happened?" Mexyn questioned on the phone.
"I mean I’ve been going through my heat-"
Mexyn cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "He didn’t force you did he? I swear I’ll have Dron thrown into the black cells if he made you do anything that you didn’t want to do." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
"No, no, it’s nothing like that. He’s been absolutely perfect. Seriously. I couldn’t ask for a better alpha to go through this process with."
"Then I don’t understand. Why are you hurting?"
"Because, I know now for sure that I can’t stay with him. He’s such a good man. Perfect really. All the other omegas here who have labeled him as cursed are absolutely ridiculous." Tempest scoffed at the thought.
"Why can’t you stay with him? If he’s such a good man...I’m still not following." Mexyn sighed hard as if she were trying to understand what the problem was.
"I can’t stay with him because I don’t belong here. This isn’t the journey I’m supposed to be on. I know it deep in my soul that I’m not made for this life. I don’t want to be the base for his dreams and inspirations. Dron deserves a full life with a woman that can give him everything that he can dream of." Tempest bit back a sob. She wanted to just break down and cry but she was sure if she did that Mexyn would be even more uncomfortable than she already was.
"Let’s come back to that...you said you were hurting. Are we just talking emotional or do you physically ache."
Tempest thought about it for a second. She did feel a lot of emotional pain but there was a strange gnawing ache that she hadn’t been able to get rid of. Not even after all the orgasms that Dron had already given her. It wasn’t as intense as anything else that she’d felt but it was still there.
"I physically ache." Tempest admitted.
"I think you’re wrong." Mexyn stated as if it were fact.
"What do you mean? Are you saying you think I’m lying about what I’m feeling."
"No, I don’t doubt you are physically aching. I think you are wrong about this not being your destiny. I think Dron is your fated mate. It’s the only reason that you would be physically aching. You’re denying your fate bond. Rejecting him."
Tempest rolled her eyes and looked away. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard about this fated mate business, she just didn’t believe in it. Humans believed in soul mates, at least some of them did but how could she believe that an alien a million miles away from her home planet was her soul mate. It just was too far fetched.
"Mexyn, you’re probably the smartest woman I’ve ever met and I don’t doubt you know all there is to know about your culture but that is not what’s happening here. I’m just a little broken hearted because I know I have to hurt Dron and I don’t feel like he deserves it. It’s just guilt not a fated mate bond."
Mexyn smirked at Tempest through the screen. An actual smirk. "If you say so. I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough."
Tempest didn’t know what Mexyn meant by that. It almost sounded like a threat but she knew Mexyn wouldn’t threaten her. Tempest pushed it out of her mind.
She turned her head to look out the window and by chance Tempest saw something flitting in the trees.
"Um. I think someone is watching me." Tempest whispered into the communicator.
"What? What do you mean someone is watching you? Where? In your room?" Mexyn asked all the questions in quick succession.
"I have to check." Tempest stood and squab trilled in front of her. All the fur on it’s body standing on end. It was still a very little animal but it seemed as if the little thing wanted to protect her.
Tempest leaned down and patted her pet. "Shh, it’s okay."
"No, it’s not okay." Mexyn chirped up from the communicator. "Who is it? Can you see anything?"
"No, I need to get a closer look." Tempest took another step toward the window.
"Are you out of your mind. If there is seriously someone there, you don’t need to go exploring on your own."
Tempest heard what Mexyn was saying. She knew the woman was right. The last time she went exploring on her own it nearly ended badly.
Tempest took another step keeping her eyes locked on the window. Maybe what she saw was just a bird or something like that.
Another flash from the corner of her eyes forced her to jerk her head to the far left. There was definetely someone there.
Someone small...a child.
Tempest’s heart lurched in her chest. The last memory she had of any child was the one that she saw in her dream. The children whose faces she couldn’t see.
Logically, Tempest knew it wasn’t the same. She knew the children in her dream were just figments of her imagination still she couldn’t stop her feet from moving closer to the window. She had to see this child.
"Tempest! Don’t!" Mexyn shouted at her from the phone.
It was as if she were fighting against her own will. Tempest wanted to move but she knew it was the wrong thing to do. Knew that it could be a trap. Knew that it could mean danger.
Still it was only just a child.
A child that seemed to be swinging from tree to tree like a primate. Maybe whoever it was wasn’t as harmless as she was trying to get herself to believe.
Mexyn was right. Her inner self-preservation was right.
She needed to bring this to Dron’s attention. Then she would go out and find the child.
With all the willpower she could muster, Tempest turned and rushed out of her room. Mexyn still floating in the air around her wrist communicator.
Tempest rushed down the hallway and barged in on Dron and Gerax talking. When she appeared, both men looked as if she’d startled them. She didn’t know what they were talking about, but she didn’t have time to feel bad about it.
"There’s someone outside." Tempest announced with no pretense.
"What?" Gerax questioned, confused, but Dron’s entire face dropped into a mask of pure primal predatorism.
"Wait!" Tempest put her hand up to stop him from going out and just ripping the person to shreds. Whoever was out there was only a small child and she hadn’t seen anymore. Not that there couldn’t be more hiding but she didn’t want to kill whoever was out there. She’d seen Dron in action more than a few times already. He would fight first and ask questions later.
"Why should I wait. I’m tired of people in this community testing me. They’ll know once and for all that I protect what’s mine." He growled.
The inner feminist in Tempest wanted to stomp her foot and complain that she was her own woman but the way he said it made her purr in delight. She was his, no matter how much she tried to fight against it she was all Dron’s.
"Just don’t fly off the handle. I think it’s a child. I don’t know what they are doing out there. Maybe they are just exploring."
"A child. There’s no reason for a child to be this far in the trees. Tempest is right, maybe we should see what they want first." Gerax said.
Dron grunted, his obvious anger stemming from the fact that he wouldn’t be able to fight how he wanted. Tempest was grateful that she had someone there along with her to rein Dron in.
"Put the screen up, I can’t see what is happening." Mexyn complained from where she was still hovering.
"Oops. Sorry." Tempest giggled slightly. They were truly becoming a ragtag group of friends and she loved it.
Slowly, the three of them walked out of the house using the retractable windows. Dron was out in the front protecting the group of them.
"Where did you see them?"
"In the trees." Tempest pointed up. Dron’s eyes immediately started scanning the area where she pointed but there was no one up there.
"They aren’t in the trees in anymore." Gerax said softly.
Tempest turned to look at him. Confused by what he was talking about. Gerax wasn’t looking at any of them; instead, his eyes were locked straight ahead.
Dron growled and took a menacing step forward.
Tempest finally followed Gerax’s line of sight and could see a group of young children trying to hide behind a boulder. They weren’t doing a very good job.
"Let me handle this."
"Absolutely not." Dron barked at her.
"Dron...trust me."
It looked like he wanted to say something more. Wanted to forbid her from doing what she was about to do but he simply took a step to the side and let Tempest walk forward.
Now she only had to hope that she was judging this group of kids correctly. How sad would it be if she died on this planet not from the environment or the alien animals but from a bunch of prepubescent children.
