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It was her translator that woke McKenna up that morning. If he hadn't, she would have arguably slept the entire day.

He barged in carelessly, causing her to roll over to her side and stretch out of habit, allowing him to get a glimpse of her back and bottom.

For a second, she forgot the nature of the situation and laid there soundlessly, letting the cool air that came from the doorway to tickle her exposed flesh. It felt oddly good.

Then it hit her, reality.

Panicking, she bulleted upward with her arms around her chest and pushed her back into the wall behind her. Wishing more than anything if she pushed hard enough she could disappear into it.

Could he have at least knocked?

"The fuck dude!" She yelled at him.

The smell of the room made the translator growl. The smell of sex still lingered and the smell of McKenna was overpowering. A sweet aroma, she was still in heat.

Without saying much, he took a long step forward and threw pieces of clothing towards her. One of the pieces smacking her collarbone.

His arm motion was so minimal yet, it was able to land on her from all the way across the room.

McKenna planted her eyes on her new wardrobe before glaring back at him; she would be lying if she said she didn't feel disgustingly awkward in that moment. Not that he hadn't seen her body before but now, she was completely naked. Naked and valuable.

Her body was sore, from the hip down, the pain got even worse. On the contrary, she felt good mentally, extremely good and satisfied.

She couldn't shake the feeling she felt aroused that very second. She could of gone all night with the damn Yaujta now that she thought about it.

What the hell is wrong with me.

The translator squeezed his hand into a fist before speaking, "Get. Up."

Ignoring his demand, McKenna smiled slightly at his presence, "I see you're still alive, I guess I did what was needed."

"Mating is mating. That's what I needed you to do, your performance had nothing to do with it."

McKenna's lip flated to a sharp line as she watched him exit the room, fucking prick.

The dining hall was rather cold that evening, the poor excuse for clothes she had on barely kept her warm. They were thin pieces of cloth that mimicked the appearance of a shirt and skirt and holy fuck were they itchy.

McKenna pulled her knees up onto the chair and hugged them, pulling herself into a ball to warm up, resting her legs on the table in front of her.

The translator sat next to her, his eyes turned to take a peep at her here and there to make sure she was in fact still beside him. She would be a fool to try anything.

It was loud and packed with the mighty Yaujta. They roared and bickered in their native tongue.

They scarfed down their raw food with such aggression that McKenna couldn't help but watch them in awe. Thick spit came flying out of their mouths as their sharp manibles grasped onto the meat and tore it to shreds. She took note they ate the bones too.

She started to imagine how easy it would be for them to tear her up like that.

Back on earth she was an FBI agent, a badass at that. Yet, here she was nothing. A defenseless, weak child.

She hadn't eaten much, the aching pain of her limbs distracted her from her physical hunger. Mentally, she was hungry for something else. There was only one thing her mind, sex. That hunter had done something to her, she was sure of it. He was driving her insane, craving him. She felt like an animal.

The thought was engraved in her brain, every other basic need was being ignored besides that one. It was all she could think about, the only thing that would satisfy her.

She felt her legs twitch at the flashbacks.

Why the fuck am I so horny.

McKenna smacked her forehead against the bone of her knee, what an annoying feeling to have.

"Calm down," She heard her translator command, making her turn her head slightly so one of her eyes could meet his glare, "I can smell you."

McKenna paused for a moment as she dissected his words, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You wish to mate again." He shoved the reddish pink flesh in his mouth, a few drops of blood crawled down his talon.

"You can smell that on me?" McKenna scrunched her face up in confusion.

"Yes, very much so and others can do. I'm not your guard to defend you against other males," He began chewing loudly, "They can have you for all I care, but out of pity I'm advising you to control yourself."

McKenna lifted her head up as she felt herself in another awkward position with him.

They could smell how horny she was. All of them?

She looked around as the thought made her cringe, the idea of all the Yaujta in that dining hall being able to know what she was thinking and wanted through her scent.

Great.

It was when she looked above her translator's head that her head dropped to her stomach and her throat tightened.

Fuck.

Across the grand hall, the blue-eyed hunter sat, surrounded by a small group of tall Yaujta and beside him, two women.

Human women.

She couldn't help but gasp.

The sound ripped the back of her mouth and her eyes widened. She never would have imagined the sight of other humans would have brought her such joy.

She knew so many women were taken from earth just like her but, for the past few days she couldn't help but feel lonely, as if she was the only human on the ship. But at that moment, she remembered she wasn't alone. Wasn't the only one living through this hell.

Without the darkness to shield him, she could fully take him in.

And she took all of him in. His long glossy dreadlock that had golden clips clamped around them, the ones that hovered above her face. His soft looking scales, the ones she felt brush around her body. His thick gold cuffs. His long white silky cap that brushed the floor. His toned arms and shoulders, the ones that held onto her. His human eyes, the ones that pierced into her soul.

Her heart was thumbing against her chest.

The two women next to him made McKenna lean back in her chair.

Both looked around her age if not slightly older. The one with brown skin looked at the Yautja, almost mesmerized and the other, who was as pale as McKenna, looked across the room without a single emotion on her face.

She was like a ghost, so dead looking.

Around their skinny necks, McKenna could detect a similar device to the one she had one her wrist.

The amount of pain a sock to the neck could bring. Jesus.

Sensing her sudden alertness, the translator fixed his eyes in the same direction. As soon as he saw the prince, he whipped his head back and anger grew on his facial features.

"What did I tell you about staring?"

"Who is that?" McKenna questioned, her voice so soft she wasn't sure he actually heard her.

She felt something within herself but could't place a finger on it.

Her interest made the translator set his food down.

"The Centanu Clan's prince."

Prince?

"A-and," she stopped herself as she realized she stuttered out of shock, "and who are those women next to him?"

The feeling began to boil inside her like fire.

He narrowed his eyebrows at her, "Who else would they be, his mates."

McKenna's rage made her legs feel weightless as they dropped to the floor.