Page 37 of Her Alien Delegate (Necia Alien Warriors)

Chapter twenty

Broma

" T his is torture," I moaned to Pheyal and Vaquel. We all were in rough shape, having been separated from our mate for much too long. We were orbiting Necias Prime now, and still she refused to see us.

"At least we are still on the same ship as her. We are close enough that it is manageable."

"The only one managing well is that cold-hearted unGor over there!" I roared, pointing to Vaquel in annoyance. "I smell her on you. I know I do."

He even looked away at the ceiling with guilt, and I growled, ready to fight him.

"Fine! You're right! I have seen her. And you should be thanking me that I have! I've given her jars of our seed to help her with the withdrawal symptoms of not mating during the heat of a bond. You've produced enough of it as you grunt in the lavatory," he accused with sharp accuracy.

I couldn't even be angry at him if that was why he smelled of her. He was probably the reason any of us were functioning at all without rutting. None of us wanted to reject the bond in us, so we all suffered.

"Do not be so harsh with him," Pheyal strangely told Vaquel instead of me, who was being the harshest of us all.

"Why not?" Vaquel snapped. "He's the reason we aren't filling our mate with our seed and feeling her swell with happiness!"

"What do you mean?" Pheyal asked, and I was curious as well, since the only thing she said to me before she left was that she was not a human who did things with unpure motive and means. I agreed with her statement, but did not understand her anger.

Vaquel seethed while pointing at me, his fangs bared in anger. "He agreed to have her mate with someone else without her consent. He gave permission that was not his to give. So, she punishes us all, and if our bond is rejected, I will never forgive you!"

"Is this true?" Pheyal asked of me.

I wanted to immediately say these were false accusations; it was my gut instinct to do so. I would never...

Instead, I needed them to agree with that what I did was not what they were accusing me of.

"Commander Roe-el had made it clear that he wouldn't recognize our claim to her, or hers to us unless she could resist mating with her contracted mate, Chief Wren-Kal.

She has us; there is no need to mate with him—and if she did mate with him, then that was a choice we would have to accept as her mates, regardless.

Evie has our scent; the necia warrior wouldn't be able to get past our smells to rut with her. .."

"Had our scent," Pheyal said with a growl, growing more upset with me. "You may be young, Broma, but you are not stupid. Did you explain to our mate your intentions were not to take away her choice, but merely a negotiation tactic with the necia?"

I shook my head. "There was no time to discuss this in front of the commander."

"Waustenger!" Vaquel spat at me, and I felt even shittier because he was right. I was a betrayer of trust if she thought I had sent her off like a Blue District worker to mate with someone against her desires.

"You have harmed us all, but yourself and our mate the most," Pheyal said with a groan. "I've noticed the bulges in your ormete."

Vaquel's eyes grew wide, and he shook his head. "Have you been dropping eggs? Nephing stars!" He cursed at the wall and wrung his fingers through his own ormete like he would tear them out in shock. He paced the room and then threw his hands up. "Why didn't you say something?"

"I didn't want to rush things with our mate," I admitted.

"She should know," Pheyal urged.

"It's her choice," Vaquel agreed. "You already took a choice from her once; don't do it again."

I nodded and took a deep breath. "You're right." An unGor egg is a vital part of an offspring having the right nutrition, and it means she's bonded enough to be fertile.

Eating an unGor egg would prompt her body to accept offspring. It was her choice to make. It would surely complete our bond, but she may not want that any longer. At least, not with me.

"We're going now," Vaquel stated and stomped to the door. "She may still be mad at you, but I can tell she's hurting and you two need to fix this. For all of our sakes."

That's when I felt the tug on our bond that felt all too similar to when she left the first time. Vaquel dropped to his knees from the shock, and Pheyal roared in pain.

My own screams echoed in my ears.

The door was opened, and the necia guards rushed to our sides.

"What's wrong with them?" one asked with a wince.

Mier-Lo was walking casually down the hall in front of us.

"Commander?" Another guard asked, seeking guidance on what to do.

"I was on my way to tell you that the humans have left to seek the healers on the surface. Command has been returned to me. I'm here to inform you that you are no longer welcome on this ship and must return to your vessel."

"Evie..." I groaned, grabbing onto my head as if that would keep it together. "Get the shuttle prepared, Pheyal. We'll negotiate clearance to land on Necias Prime."

Mier-Lo clucked her tongue with amusement.

Normally, this would be an intriguing gesture that any unGor would find attractive, but all it did was agitate me.

"You might want to avoid any clearance that would require Chief Wren-Kal's approval.

He was ready for a Rakture hunt last I saw of him, and he'd been having Ul-Ro put him under lockdown until a ceremony could be performed.

I doubt you'll be getting any approval from him anytime soon. "

She wasn't done gloating about our precarious situation when she added, "I'd have tried to make Wren-Kal my mate while he's vulnerable, but I don't like the idea of being planet bound, and he's closer to being an elder than to wanting to explore the stars.

He's also got the same disease you lot seem to have. Falling for your pets."

"Pets?" Vaquel growled in anger.

I held up my hand to stop him from falling into her trap.

"Remember, Vaquel," I explained through the pain pulsing through my ormete the farther our mate got from us, "Necia warriors find dueling an attractive foreplay and I doubt our mate would appreciate you mating outside the delegation."

Mier-Lo smirked. "You're no fun, Commissioner Broma.

You're lucky, as a Commander of a Galactic Authority vessel, I'm required to give diplomatic waiver to you on denying my rights as a tribal leader.

I'll even be polite and offer you some advice.

Your human will not leave the other human's side, and after Roe-el's disaster of a mating ceremony, the red-headed one has not woken. "

"She's not awake?" I wondered out loud. "Is that typical for a necia mating?"

"Any warrior would have woken already, but it is normal to sleep after mating," she confirmed.

"It's better for all of us if the human doesn't wake at all, but I've heard the unGor have a salve that can speed up recovery of fertility issues.

I may not like the human, but what's inside her is part of my tribe, and you three can help the future warrior. "

"Are you saying you'll approve our shuttle to land on Necias Prime?" I asked her.

"Go take them to the shuttle already," she commanded the necia guards next to us. "Bunch of lost souls, the lot of you. They even smell like humans, even after all this time." Mier-Lo scoffed and handed me a strange leather adornment with a red bead at the end.

"What's that?" Vaquel asked.

"It appears to be an offering," I said while lifting my brow ridge in confusion. "Is this for me?" If it was, I couldn't accept it. Whose blood was in the bead?

"I have no intentions of living on unGor," she dismissed my concern. "This is a gift for the human. A token of my acceptance of her joining the tribe. Give this to her, and you have my approval. UnGors keep their words."

"Understood. We accept."

I took the trinket and handed it to Vaquel. He would know better how to scan it and make sure it was safe to give to the human, Violet.