Free Bay's Mercenary [Unearthly World Book 1] by C. L. Scholey Page B

on, when
I take Draven to school and bring him home in the
evening, you must stay inside while I’m gone. And let no one in.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Some of the males
who live near me have been commenting their cycles are moving quicker. I think
they sense you. As long as they think you’re a pet, they’ll leave you alone;
but once they find out you’re not…Well, let’s just say things might get
tricky.”
    “Will they come
after me?”
    “No, if you’re not
in the same house with them on a daily basis, they can control their instincts.
But what if they decide they want you in their homes? When a Zargonnii male finds out there are females willing to mate
whenever a male wants, he will be very interested in acquiring one. Especially if the female is smaller and helpless.”
    “You can’t turn my
race into sex slaves.”
    “When the Zargonnii males discover human females—and it’s only a
matter of time, they won’t want sex slaves, they will want mates who will stay
with them, not dominate them and leave.”
    “But
what about your females?”
    “I don’t know. Before,
they could afford to be picky. If the option is taken away, they may get even
nastier.”
    Bay knew she
didn’t like the sound of that one bit.

 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter 7

 
    Zane smiled at Bay
when he came through the front door of his home; he had just dropped Draven off at school. She was sitting on the furniture
fixture she called a couch. She called the furniture fixture in his room a bed,
and though she knew what drawers were, she also called the furniture fixture
that held them a dresser. Her words in her language were interesting, and the
way she spoke in her own tongue, he knew she wasn’t making things up as she
went along. But it was odd how she gave a name to the fixtures—as though they
were real, live objects.
    Bay finished the
food she was eating—she called it yogurt; he didn’t have the heart to tell her
it was baby food. She ate some of their normal food, but not all, and supplemented
her diet with the creamy substance and another substance they gave to older
children who were still teething. She named it beef jerky, except it was made
from the flesh of a being called a zat . When Zane
described a zat , Bay told him except for having three
eyes and being a deep indigo, it sounded like a cow—whatever the hell that was.
    Her smile made his
heart thump. It was always so amazing that she was happy to see him. Zane
remembered his mother’s smile, but during his first mating with Draven’s mother, there had been no smiling, just lots of
growling. Bay put her food down and went to him. Zane was surprised when she
wrapped her arms around him; he wondered if all human females were so
affectionate. Earth males had been very lucky.
    Bay’s chin was
settled onto his chest as she gazed up into his eyes. “Do you have work to do?”
    Zane looked past
her out the window. A storm that had been threatening was now teeming with rain
so hard he couldn’t see into his own backyard. No doubt his communication would
be off until it subsided. Zane helped coordinate his people’s encounters. He
did the research to see if any beings they went to war for had the materials
they actually needed; it was best never to lie to a Zargonnii warrior mercenary—it could mean death.
    “No work for me
today if my system won’t cooperate.”
    “This is the first
storm I’ve seen on your planet, is it usually this bad?”
    Zane had a
thought. “Are you scared?”
    “No.”
    Zane chuckled, she
was scared, he could tell. At this very moment, the Zargonnii females were trudging along in this weather, they couldn’t have cared less—rain
was the least frightening of their world. “Didn’t your Earth get storms?”
    “My Earth got so
many storms our planet died.”
    “Point
taken.”
    “The storms were
so bad and struck with so much force thousands died each day.”
    “Your
family?”
    “I have none left.
You and