Breed strong warriors," he grunted in that harsh way of his.
It took a moment before his meaning penetrated. "Never." If she couldn't even push him away from her, how on earth was she going to stop him from forcing her to breed strong warriors?
"Mine," he growled at her.
"You c--can't just d--decide that." Somehow she had to distract him. Her mind stumbled, desperately searching for inspiration. "On Earth, we do things differently."
Her chest constricted further. She needed to use her inhaler, quickly, before she had a full blown asthma attack.
"I protect you. We breed strong sons."
While right now he thought she would make a good breeder, what would he do if he suspected she would breed weak babies because of her asthma? Still, having him dispatch her for being weak was probably better than being used as a breeder by four aliens, possibly more.
"I will not be some breeder for a bunch of aliens."
The fact that her potential as a breeder was all he thought of her hurt her deep inside. And she'd thought of him as her savior. From the moment their eyes met in the raider camp, there had been a strange bond between them. Yet when he looked at her, all he saw was an animal, a breeder.
This time his roar was deafening. She cringed away from him, pressing her hands over her ears. When at last he calmed down, he looked at her with his usual expressionless face.
" My breeder. Never share." His speech had deteriorated again, becoming even more guttural and she could barely understand him.
So only he's going to use me as a breeder ?
That would've been the best news Natalie had heard since the moment she realized she had an alien walking on her mountain, if she planned to stick around. But she would get to town, or die a very cold death trying.
"So you'll protect me. From the others? From raiders?" Keeping her breathing normal became more and more difficult. It was a miracle the doctor had missed her asthma with his little gadget.
"Protect Natlia." The atmosphere around his body changed, simmered with sudden heat. "Fuck Natlia," he said again.
Not if I can help it.
"Let's discuss that later," she muttered. Wildly, she searched for something to say to change the subject. Anything to distract him away from that line of thought. "How many of you came to Earth?" Please let it be a small number. She didn't even know what to do with four aliens, let alone ten or one hundred.
He kept his gaze on hers, never blinking, as he said, "Four."
Four ? Yeah, right. Like I'm going to believe that. No way would he travel across galaxies with only three others.
But right now, she was more concerned about finding a way to get away from him. With every moment that passed, more snow fell, isolating them even more in the cave. The snow might already be too deep. She shivered and pulled the blanket closer around her.
"What do you plan to do here? I'd heard your ship crashed. Does that mean you weren't planning to come here to begin with and are only here by mistake?"
He hesitated and her heart sank.
I knew it. World domination. And I'm the only one aware of it.
She gripped her hair and pulled. She wasn't the type of woman who could take on four scary aliens and save the world. A Ms. Space Ranger she wasn't.
"Find women, live in cave."
Why did his sentence structure suspiciously deteriorate every time she asked him a pointed question?
"Your English seem to be improving and then worsening," she said, not bothering to keep the suspicion from her voice.
"I have chip in brain. Speak good English soon."
A part of her wondered if this wasn't all just another act of his. He probably spoke perfect English and was only acting like he couldn't to take advantage of her.
"So you want to find women? Then what?" Shouldn't they be more worried about finding a way to get back to their own planet?
"Live cave."
"You traveled all
It took a moment before his meaning penetrated. "Never." If she couldn't even push him away from her, how on earth was she going to stop him from forcing her to breed strong warriors?
"Mine," he growled at her.
"You c--can't just d--decide that." Somehow she had to distract him. Her mind stumbled, desperately searching for inspiration. "On Earth, we do things differently."
Her chest constricted further. She needed to use her inhaler, quickly, before she had a full blown asthma attack.
"I protect you. We breed strong sons."
While right now he thought she would make a good breeder, what would he do if he suspected she would breed weak babies because of her asthma? Still, having him dispatch her for being weak was probably better than being used as a breeder by four aliens, possibly more.
"I will not be some breeder for a bunch of aliens."
The fact that her potential as a breeder was all he thought of her hurt her deep inside. And she'd thought of him as her savior. From the moment their eyes met in the raider camp, there had been a strange bond between them. Yet when he looked at her, all he saw was an animal, a breeder.
This time his roar was deafening. She cringed away from him, pressing her hands over her ears. When at last he calmed down, he looked at her with his usual expressionless face.
" My breeder. Never share." His speech had deteriorated again, becoming even more guttural and she could barely understand him.
So only he's going to use me as a breeder ?
That would've been the best news Natalie had heard since the moment she realized she had an alien walking on her mountain, if she planned to stick around. But she would get to town, or die a very cold death trying.
"So you'll protect me. From the others? From raiders?" Keeping her breathing normal became more and more difficult. It was a miracle the doctor had missed her asthma with his little gadget.
"Protect Natlia." The atmosphere around his body changed, simmered with sudden heat. "Fuck Natlia," he said again.
Not if I can help it.
"Let's discuss that later," she muttered. Wildly, she searched for something to say to change the subject. Anything to distract him away from that line of thought. "How many of you came to Earth?" Please let it be a small number. She didn't even know what to do with four aliens, let alone ten or one hundred.
He kept his gaze on hers, never blinking, as he said, "Four."
Four ? Yeah, right. Like I'm going to believe that. No way would he travel across galaxies with only three others.
But right now, she was more concerned about finding a way to get away from him. With every moment that passed, more snow fell, isolating them even more in the cave. The snow might already be too deep. She shivered and pulled the blanket closer around her.
"What do you plan to do here? I'd heard your ship crashed. Does that mean you weren't planning to come here to begin with and are only here by mistake?"
He hesitated and her heart sank.
I knew it. World domination. And I'm the only one aware of it.
She gripped her hair and pulled. She wasn't the type of woman who could take on four scary aliens and save the world. A Ms. Space Ranger she wasn't.
"Find women, live in cave."
Why did his sentence structure suspiciously deteriorate every time she asked him a pointed question?
"Your English seem to be improving and then worsening," she said, not bothering to keep the suspicion from her voice.
"I have chip in brain. Speak good English soon."
A part of her wondered if this wasn't all just another act of his. He probably spoke perfect English and was only acting like he couldn't to take advantage of her.
"So you want to find women? Then what?" Shouldn't they be more worried about finding a way to get back to their own planet?
"Live cave."
"You traveled all
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