Chapter three

Her blue eyes shined like two ardent stars. Jared's pouty look came across her view when he sees that his daughter's tummy is full and is now busy inspecting her dad.

"You fed her before I came?"

Serena rolls her eyes. Such a pervert. He made a funny face and nuzzles his face on her cute little belly. The small titters made her heart swell up with love and contentment. She felt herself leaning against his chest and Jarred smile down at her, with an equal amount of love.

"Have you decided a name for her?"

He mumbles against her hair and Serena gives him a nod. The name Luna has been inside her head when they find out that it's a girl. But just a few days ago, Serena heard him talking to his mum and dad and she heard their wish to name their granddaughter Celeste. It was the name of Jared's younger sister who died when she was five.

Even though he told them that it's her wish to name her daughter appropriately deep inside, Serena knows her husband would want what his parents wished. He loved his sister dearly. And how could she ignore that?

"We can name her Celeste"


Pain.

It coursed through her body like she is being stabbed with a thousand needles at the same time. The pinpricking feeling made her wail weakly, unable to hold back her cry of agony.

Death seems like a better option.

She wished that the xenomorph finish her off quickly. She longs to be with her daughter and family. She longs to feel Jared's touch. She longs to be freed from the amount of pain she is going through.


An impatient growl left the hunter's mouth.

The ooman female is mumbling something in her language and he has no idea what she is saying. He cursed himself. Oomans are prey. They are merely the breeders of the ultimate prey and nothing else, though he has heard stories from his sire that some Oomans can be considered warriors.

They are known for their wit and wickedness. There have been a lot of situations in which Oomans have defeated a hunter.

But females of their race are solely living for the purpose of producing pups. Yautja females too serve the same role but they are vicious and dangerous than the males, especially when they are mating.

Cetanu himself has a number of fresh wounds adorning his body as the mating period for their females was just some time ago.

Cetanu was returning from the Matriarch's Clanship, to get back on to his own when Elder Bakkub contacted him. He informed him about the recent Kiande Amedha attacks on Earth and as an Arbitrator, he is bound to wipe out the parasites.

And that's how he found the female.

He had killed the Kiande Amedha before it could injure the female any more than it already did. The wound on her shoulder was deep, much to his chagrin and bleeding heavily.

He despises the Ooman race and wished to leave the female but the honorable inside him restricted doing such a heartless thing.

He brought her to his ship to tend to her wounds because he forgot to take the medkit along with his armors. He used the blue gel to seal her wound and thanked Paya that the female was unconscious.

Even centuries old hunters like him are not able to withstand the pain while tending wounds with the blue gel. It's highly corrosive yet effective and it is made for tough skin of the yautja. He was highly doubtful in using the mix on the delicate skin of the ooman female.

Either way, he sealed her wounds and gave a shot of painkillers.

It will take some time for her to wake up, so he takes the time to create a trophy out of his recent kill.