Note: I do not own or have anything at all to do with The Predator franchise in any way. The only reason why I have decided to write this fanfiction is for entertainment purposes only and I will not be making any profit from it in any way, shape or form.
P.S. This story takes place ten years after the end of Dangerous Romance: Sequel to Claimed by a Predator and focuses around Mariah, the adopted human child of Marion and Cohra from Claimed by a Predator, when she is close to turning 16 and has two yautjas that are wanting her as their mate.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
"I am sorry, Mariah." Zedo apologized to her as he looked to her from where he stood out in the hallway with her with his form towering over hers. "I just thought perhaps you would like that since we had done that the other day, but it seems that you are in fact starting to fall for Cahtair over me."
He watched her facial features change to shock at what he had to say to her, calling out that she was having feelings developing for the other yautja that was wanting her as his mate. It was very obvious that was the case since he had approached her with a surprise kiss before and she wasn't near as shocked or angry like she had been when he gave the brief one to her. Keeping his attention on her, he listened to her voice coming out of her mouth in an attempt to issue him a response.
"T-That is not the case, Zedo."
"Don't lie to me, Mariah."
"I am not!"
"Then why did you snap at me just now when I kissed you like I did?"
"Because I wasn't prepared for one."
"And the other?"
"I had just put myself in the middle of Cahtair and yourself about to get into a stupid fight right in the lunchroom area with one another. I'm a little flustered right now from having to deal with the two of you constantly wanting to bite the other one's head off!"
"I have a right to battle with him when you are the line as being the one who will be with either one of us when the end of this courtship period ends in six months time."
"You going after him just on that basis alone is not a good reason, Zedo, and it makes your kind look bad."
"How would you know what makes my kind look bad for their actions, Mariah?" He became a little defensive in her choice of words in his direction about him wanting to battle with Cahtair in the way that he was as being something that was beneath him. "How can you make that assumption?"
"You forget that I have been brought up by a yautja, Zedo, and he has taught me the ways of the yautjas the best that he can do, especially when it comes to when one of them has a worthy reason to go after another one of their kind." Mariah spoke with confidence in her voice towards him from where she stood as she let the words flow from her mouth. "He told me that if the other yautja had harmed the other one or done something else that would bring him dishonor, it would be reason enough to fight with that yautja. However, he told me that to simply go after one of your kind over romantic intentions was a highly dishonorable thing to do."
"Your father isn't thinking of things nowadays."
"Excuse me?"
"The world is changing, Mariah, and we have to fight what is rightfully ours regardless of honor or of something being considered reasonable enough for them to do battle over. If I have to constantly fight with Cahtair in order to keep him from being there on the day when the courtship is over, I will do just that."
"And I will not have any feelings for you if you choose to do something like that, Zedo."
Her words nearly cut him in half. This was the only human female that he saw himself being with, and she was making it very clear to him that his wish to go after Cahtair like he had been was going to have him to lose her love for him in the end of things. He couldn't allow that to happen.
"If you keep on going after Cahtair like you have been and do all you can in order to keep him from being there on that day with the means of violence, you will not have my love or affection like you got to have the other day when you revealed your feelings towards me."
"Mariah-"
The bell ringing to signal the end of lunch meant the end of their conversation with one another. He watched her flash him an annoyed expression on her face moments before she made the move over to where she had hung her backpack and headed off to her next class by herself. A sigh of frustration left his mouth as he watched her go, knowing how he had been acting in the lunchroom might end up costing him any chance of getting to spend time with her after school that day. If he was to keep her and the feelings she had for him, he had to change the way he was approaching things and quickly.
