Update ! This is actually pretty long. its around 2,600 words... I was quite surprised. As always thank you so much to SimCityLlamas for revising and editing.

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Yautja's POV

I stood outside the door for a moment, wondering if perhaps I had been too harsh earlier. I could faintly hear her soft, quiet sobs as she tried to calm herself down. After they began to fade away, I made my way to the control rooms.

Her defiance has been getting to me more than it should be, I noted. My father did say it wouldn't be easy. After all, a human mate is completely different than a female yautja, and not just physically.

After reaching the control room, I checked the systems to make sure everything was going smoothly. Once I finished scanning over everything and feeling pleased with the way things were going, I estimated how long until we landed, which, at the moment, appeared to be at least two hours. Good. It was enough time for me to explain to her everything she needed to know. Perhaps then she would finally settle down.

Aside from the fact that it was too late to take back my previous actions, not that I wanted to, I found myself becoming more attracted to this female. When I saw her outside with such energy, screaming at the top of her lungs, I knew I wanted her. I've always wanted a mate that wouldn't submit so easily, someone who would actually put up a fight and be a worthy challenge.

I sighted at the thought and walked back to the corridor. I stood outside the door for a second, listening in on her, but the room was silent. I knocked on the door once as a warning to let her know I was entering. After no response, I entered in the new code into the control panel and made my way inside.

There she was asleep on the bed, completely at ease. As I stepped closer, I could faintly make out the tears that streaked her face. For a moment I felt guilty, but I quickly put the thought to the back of my head. There was no need for me too feel that way.

She was beautiful, to say the least. Her dark brown hair was sprawled around her, framing her delicate face. Her arms hugged her knees, making her look so small and fragile. Her head was turned to the side, showing her smooth, light brown neck.

I slowly strode forward and, once reaching the bed, I silently sat down at the edge. Being closer up, I could see some of her hair slightly covering her eyes. As carefully as possible, I lifted a finger and moved her hair away from her face. I could see some, as humans called it, freckles faintly dusting her cheeks.

Correction, she was more than beautiful.

She was perfect.

My mind began to wander off, leaving me in a slight daze. I wondered what it would feel like to caress her soft face in my rough palms, or wrap my arms around her and hold her safely at night. Or even, if the situation ever arose, to protect her from anything and anyone that proved to be a threat; to let everyone know that she was mine.

Suddenly she began to stir, waking me out of my thoughts, and, unfortunately, forcing me to come back to reality. She turned her body, now facing the door. Her eyes fluttered for a few seconds and I stiffened, thinking she was going to wake up. But after a few moments she stilled. I didn't want to wake her up, but I had to.

I stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to the bathroom. I turned the shower on, making sure that the water was warm. I took out a towel and placed it on the sink for her.

Now, as far as clothing goes… I didn't know what to lie out. Maybe she could make something out of the some scrap fabrics? That could work. I walked out the bathroom and made my way to the other side of the room where the closet was located. I opened it and looked over to the area where I had all sorts of different materials laid out.

I took out the softest and darkest material for her and grabbed a small hunting knife from a table nearby. I strode back to the bathroom, and placed the material close to the sink. I swiftly checked to be sure everything was in place and, once satisfied, I walked out.

As gently as possible, I shook her shoulder until her eyes fluttered open.

Kylie POV

I could faintly hear a strong, rough voice telling me to wake up, but my body had other ideas. Even so, after a few seconds, my eyes fluttered open and I blinked the sleep from my eyes, my vision slightly out of focus. As I turned to the side, I had to resist the urge to scream. There he stood, in all his glory. Great. So it wasn't a dream.

I sat up, crossing my arms over my chest, and narrowing my eyes. "What?" I snapped.

Ignoring my tone, he replied, "I have prepared a bath. On the counter there are some… cloths you can wear."

I watched him for a moment before hopping off the bed and standing up to stretch my aching muscles. Good lord, I must have slept hours in that horrible position. I turned back around and looked at him warily. As I took in his form, I noticed he was much calmer than when he had left earlier. He seemed to be much more comfortable and patient this time around.

Hmph. I wonder how long that would last…

I walked over to the bathroom, and as soon as I reached the door, I said, "Well, what are you waiting for? Go on. Get out."

He looked at me for a few seconds, seeming to be truly puzzled by what I had just said, but did as I asked and stood up.

I watched him as he made his way to the door, my gaze unwavering. As soon as he was about to get out, he told me that the code to open the door is 3793. "When you are done, I would like for you to join me in the kitchen where there will be food for you to eat. There are things I also need to go over with you as well."

3793. Got to remember that.

I sighed heavily. "Yeah, okay. . ."

I walked into the bathroom and made sure to lock the door behind me. Wouldn't want him to get any ideas, I thought. I took off my cloths, lazily dropping them onto the floor, and hoped into the shower. Oh, that feels nice. It's been about two days since I last took a nice warm shower. After washing and rinsing the soap off my body, I got out and wrapped my body in a soft plush towel.

When I saw the clothing sitting on the sink, I stood there completely baffled. What. The. Fuck. This was clothing to him? How was I even supposed to wear this? As I picked it up, I noticed there was a small silver blade.

Hmmm, maybe I could make it work. . .

I cut into the fabric here and there until I was satisfied with my work. When I was finished, I was left with a two piece outfit. I did a good job, if I do say so myself. I covered up the top of my body and tied it tight in the back. Then I did the same to cover my hips, but this time the knot was on the side. There. Perfect.

I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed the color of the material went well with my hair color. I especially liked how it contrasted with my skin tone and eyes. I laughed under my breath, thinking about how I looked like a female version of Tarzan.

I particularly made sure the material at the top and bottom were both long. That way I wouldn't be displaying anymore skin than I needed to, especially because I was alone, and because I was here with a fucked up male alien who thought I was going to be his mate.

I dried my hair as best as I could and walked out to the bedroom. I looked around for my shoes, but remembered that they were back at home. Back at home. . .

I will get back, one way or another. I will.

Shaking my head, I put that thought to the back of my mind. I'll be walking barefoot for now, I thought. I stood in front of the door for a second, my hand hovering over the key pad. Should I go out? After everything that happened, should I even give him the time of the day to talk? My stomach grumbled, answering my question.

I typed the code in and walked out. As soon as the door closed behind me, I noted how he never told me where the kitchen was. I took my chances and turned at the first right I came across. As I looked around, I noticed everything was made of metal, or some unknown alien material. As I drew near the end of the hall, I could see an oven of the sorts.

You can still back out, Kylie, I thought to myself. You can turn around and forget about ever talking to him. But, despite the so tempting offer, I couldn't take it. I had to do this. I took a deep breath and walked in.

The sight before me was one I definitely didn't see coming. There he was, sitting down next to a long rectangular table with a clear, yellow-ish looking drink. He appeared to be deep in thought as he scanned over an old looking scroll. Next to him was a plate full of alien, but delicious looking food; a small drink similar to his sat by the plate. It wasn't until I pulled the chair out from under the table to sit down that he finally turned his gaze to me.

"Was everything to your liking? I see you made good use to the material I left you," he said, his voice low.

I could see him appreciating my use of the material, especially below my chin.

Pervert.

"Eyes up here buddy." I crossed my arms over my chest, my gaze cold. "And yes, everything was fine. Now then, straight to the point. What is it that you wanted to speak to me about?"

"Wouldn't you want to eat first?"

"No."

He sighed. "Alright. . . Shall we start with introductions?" I gave him a hesitant nod in response before he continued. "My name is Centanu. I am the son of the elder in our species. A prince would be the adequate word in your world."

With the raise of my brow, I said, "Kylie. My name is Kylie. And in this case, I'm not pleased to meet you."

Completely ignoring that last part, he continued. "My species is called Yautja. We have been here for longer than before Earth had fully formed. For generations my species has been able to grow in numbers and as a society. We came into this universe…"

After that last sentence, I completely zoned out. Like seriously, no one wants to hear all that, especially when there was food to be eaten.

I looked down to my plate of food, pretending to be paying attention to his history lesson, and noticed some delicious and some nasty looking food. Once in a while I would nod, just to further convince him I was listening. Hmm. . . I noticed a piece food that looked like a fruit of some sorts. It was purple with some light orange spots covering its skin. I gently grabbed it and took a small bite.

Pure bliss.

It was one of the most mouth-watering foods I have ever eaten. Chocolate, of course was better, but this was still pretty good. At first it had a sour taste, but the after-taste was incredibly sweet. Lord, I could eat this for the rest of my life! I hadn't even noticed Centanu had stopped talking until I looked over and saw him with an amused grin.

"What is this?" I asked, my attention still mainly focused on the fruit.

"It is called a Naxa. I believed you would like it because of its sweet taste," he replied.

"Sweet doesn't even begin to describe this." Surprisingly, that remark earned me a smile, or something close to one.

I looked back at my plate and saw a brown chunk of something, to which I scrunched up my nose. That looks disgusting. I poked it, just to make sure it was dead.

He chuckled lightly and stated, "It's amedha. Meat. I figured you wouldn't like it raw, so I made sure to cook it for you."

I felt a bit baffled after hearing that. "Oh, okay." I turned my attention back to the meat. "Thanks, I guess. . . "

I ripped a small piece of it and popped it into my mouth. I wasn't bad, I had to admit. It was a spicy and a little salty, but it was definitely tasty.

Warily, I looked at the drink next to me. Every few seconds bubbles would appear.

"Um, what about that? What kind of drink is it?"

"Why don't you see for yourself?"

I looked up at him before I cautiously lifted the glass from the table and took a small sip. Almost immediately did I feel lightheaded. Oh shit, that stuff was strong. At first it was sweet, but as it traveled down my throat, it left a light burning sensation.

I scrunched up my face, coughing a bit. "What the hell is this?"

"C'ntlip. It's similar to alcohol."

It was strong, but I had to admit, it was pretty damn tasty. I continued eating for while until he stated talking again.

"Now, as I was saying, for a few years now our female numbers have been decreasing. A disease has stricken us which prevents most our female yautja from bearing any children. We have tried to find a cure, but we have been unsuccessful thus far. As the population decreases, my father, the clan leader, has decided to find other alternatives that can help the clan produce more offspring. This is where humans, and you, come in."

Oh, hell no. I could see where this conversation was going.

"My father has recently approved the idea of mating with female humans in hopes of increasing the population," he continued, unaware to my stiff position.

"Since humans are different species, they are immune to the disease. Before this decision was made, there had already been yautja/human relationships, but they were uncommon. It has been over a year since my father approved, and ever since, yautja males have been encouraged to find human mates."

Son of a bitch.

Abruptly I stood up, knocking the chair to the floor with great force. "Is that why you want me to be your mate? So I can fucking pop out babies so you and your stupid clan can grow? If that's what you think, you are completely mistaken!"

With a hard gaze, I watched as he stood up, his features relaxed.

"I don't want you just for the sake of having pups. I picked you because when I first saw you, I just knew you would be the right mate. Don't think your defiance will help you. That is what I like about you."

Wait. . . what?

And thats chapter 4 ! Yey i updated on time. So now you know why he was looking for a female mate c;

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