Chapter fifteen

"Stop staring at me like that"

Serena's eyes went wide and quickly avert her gaze away from the dark-skinned woman. Her cheeks were red. Scar and Lex were not necessarily quiet half an hour ago and Serena was torn between staying on Scar's ship or escaping into Cetanu's ship just to be away from the loud couple.

She pulled her knees closer to her chest and watched Lex as she sharpened a strange blade. It made her jealous. Lex could easily handle a dangerous blade while Serena could not even punch properly without breaking her fingers.

"Is your home nearby?"

Lex continued to sharpen the blade. Serena hummed as an answer. Her home is about 30 minutes away from the woods. Serena frowned. It didn't even cross her mind that she has to get back home. She cannot stay with these hunters forever.

But will she be safe without them?

Reed is still out there…somewhere.

There has to be a reason why he chose to kidnap her, even after he took everything from her.

"I will talk with Scar and then we both could get back to your house to collect things you might need"

Lex places the weapon back on a sheath and attaches it to her calf. "You do know that Reed is out there to get you, right?"

"Yeah. But there are a lot of questions that remain unanswered to me"

Lex nods, a small smile playing on her lips. She gathers her wild curls into her hands and tied it into a bun. "I know one of those questions is about a dark, brooding Arbitrator"

Serena pressed her lips into a tight line. Merely mentioning the black hunter is enough to get her riled up. He was all apologizing and curious one moment and the next, he is storming back to his ship like she had slapped him or something.

"He's such a jerk"

Lex laughed. "They all are but trust me, beneath all that scary muscles and threatening sounds, they are such a softie. Better than most humans"

Serena shrugs and climbs back to her feet. Her stomach rumbled and Lex gave her a funny look. "Your hunter didn't feed you?"

My hunter? Serena snickers and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Why don't you get back to the Arbitrator's ship? He will have plenty of fruits that you might like"

Serena opens her mouth to protest and Lex stopped her, "No its or buts. You both need to talk it out before we set out. We don't want two kids bickering behind our back"

"I'm not a kid!"

Serena pouts and storms out of the weird room. She passed Scar on the way who growled in acknowledgment. She bowed her head and quickly walks out of the open exit of Scar's ship. She walked through the dirt floor, naked foot, dreading every minute.

She just didn't want to face him. Not now.

She hesitated at the entrance of the bigger ship. No sound or whatsoever can be heard from inside and 99.9% of her heart prayed that he went out. Serena bit her lips, contemplating her choices. Her stomach is growling to the point that it hurts to even walk. She could not remember the last time she had a full course of meal.

Another painful twisting of her stomach made Serena make up her mind and walked into the much larger ship. The strange metal was warm under her bruised feet and the strange glowing red symbols give out an eerie vibe. It kind of suits his demeanor.

He watched her. Like a predator watching his prey. Her feet were too soft on his ship but he could hear the loud and erratic beat of her heart. Cetanu remained in the shadows, watching her, scenting her. That potent smell enveloping around her small frame had his head spinning. It was so strong, stronger than any females from his planet.

She paused in front of the door that will lead to his room, where she had been sleeping, twice. If she was a yautja female if she was stronger...Cetanu had no doubt what he will do to her once she stepped inside his chambers.

His muscles twitched, certain images rushing into his head, and Serena lacked all those skins she was wearing. The rolling growls that erupted from his chest startled both him and the female. She whirled around, eyes wide, scanning the area for him.

He stepped out of the darkness, adjusting his mask over his face. It will help him filter her scent. Make him think properly.

"Serena"

He rumbled, watching her with a tilt of his head. It oddly satisfied him to hear the uneven beat of her heart. She opened her strange mouth but a small growl interrupted. Cetanu straightened his back, a deep growl threatening to spill out of his throat at the intruder but he dropped his alert stance when he heard something.

Serena was hunched over, clutching her stomach. If it wasn't for the melodious sound that erupted from her, Cetanu would have dragged her towards the med bay. She was laughing. The sound bounced off the walls and he watched her carefully, waiting for her to sober up, though it didn't cease to amaze him that she laughed.

"It's just my stomach Cetanu" he purred, hearing her call his name and once again, images ran through his head, in which she was calling out his name, for an entirely different reason. Serena's laughter ceased at the same time he stopped purring.

"I'm hungry" she mumbled and another growl came from her stomach. He watched curiously how the heat signature on her face increased. Humans and their strange phenomena. It was what his race found interesting in them.

"Come" the foreign word rolled out of his mouth and he led her towards the room where he had stored the food. The meat types he preferred won't be good for oomans. Cetanu pressed his hand down on a panel and the door slid open. He let her in first and watched how she stepped in with cautious steps.

He walked over to the structures carved into the metallic wall and pulled open a small circular door. He had fruits. Some of them, Serena might like.

He took the green one, naxa and turned around to see her desperately trying to hop on to the slabs. The view made him trill in amusement. His ship was built according to his size and height and since his ooman was small…he shook his head and stalked towards her. Cetanu wrapped his fingers around her small waist. "Cetanu!"

Serena yelled as he lifts her up and set her down on the cold slab. Her small hands were braced on his shoulders and he shuddered when her nails racked over his hard skin. He growled, tightening his hold. He stared at her through his mask, smelled her but it was nullified and he hated that.

In just one swift motion, he ripped the mask from his face, mandibles stretching wide. His head felt like he had a toxin drink and he wanted more. More from the ooman inside his arms who looked up at him with wide fascinating eyes.

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