Page 13 of Fated to the Alien Rebel

“He’s a pretty smart guy, don’t you think?” She grins.

“You know, you make a damn good Shefira. You’re like a mother hen looking after her flock.”

She laugh snorts. “I don’t think I’ve ever been compared to a bird before. And I suppose I’m getting the hang of this whole Shefira thing, even if I never could have imagined myself in this position. I’ve never been the type of person others come to for guidance. Mostly because I never knew what I was doing. It’s probably why I ended up on this planet. Poor life choices and all that.”

Poor life choice or not, things worked out pretty well for her.

I blow out a breath. “I should talk to him.”

“All of these males have wanted to find a mate ever since Zander and I got together. Jodah might surprise you.”

There’s still a growing fear. “What if he doesn’t?”

“What if he does?” London counters with arched brows.

“Fine. I’ll talk to him.”

She leans across the narrow distance between us and hugs me. It’s nice to have friends who care so much. Even if it makes me miss Makayla.

“Things will work out. I know it may not feel like it, but they will. According to Benham, none of them thought Jodah was going to survive the trip back to the village after he’d been injured, and yet he did. That has to meansomeone was looking out for him for some reason. Why can’t that reason be you?” London tightens her hold for another second and then she releases me.

“Thank you for being such a good friend. I’m not sure what I’d do without you, Remi, Zara, and Maeve.”

She smooths down my hair. “I don’t know, but something tells me you’d be okay.”

With a quick smile, she climbs to her feet and walks out of the tent. Her words still echo inside my head long after she’s gone.

Chapter 7

Jodah

Faint sounds enter my consciousness. Slowly, I grow more alert until I open my eyes, blinking away the sleep. The tent is dim, with only the dwindling fire providing any light and making shadows dance along the hide above me. I glance toward the door and barely a single ray of light slips through the edges of the flap covering.

A clinking noise from the other side of the tent has me slowly turning my head. In the pale firelight, Sage stands at the supply table rearranging pots. I remain unmoving and silent while I study her. I do not want to disturb her. I am surprised she returned after the way things were left between us earlier.

Her long hair glows and spills in waves around her shoulders. Although I cannot see them from this distance, I can recall small dots decorate her nose and along her cheeks.She does not look like our females, but there is a quiet beauty to her.

Sage wears the strange coverings the humans call jeans, and the soft fabric of her chest covering accentuates her chest mounds. They are larger than any of the other human’s. Tavikhi females do not possess them, so they have been a source of interest for many of the younger warriors. I admit to being fascinated with them. What do they feel like? Are they soft or hard? Do they serve a purpose?

I try to recall the rest of her features. Her eyes are also different from Tavikhi’s. They are tri-colored in three circular shapes. The tiny hairs that surround them are long and pretty. Everything about Sage is pretty. Beautiful, in fact. Not that the other human females are not pleasing to look at, but the longer I stare at the female who is my mate, the more appealing she is.

She glances in my direction and her human eyes widen. “Oh, you’re awake. Are you in pain?”

“No.” My voice is sleep-roughened, and I clear it. “No, thank you. I am well.”

Her hands clench on the table surface but she straightens her shoulders and approaches. “Would you like help sitting up? I can try or I can go get Kyler.”

I shake my head. “No need for the healer. I will take your help if you are offering it.”

“Of course.”

Sage places her arm beneath my shoulders and with great effort, I manage to bring myself upright with her assistance. I grimace at the ache across my entire chest. A large bundle of furs is placed behind me, and I lean against them. I concentrate on slowing my breathing. Just sitting up should not have taken that much energy. It is clear how much healing I still need to do. The scent of cooked meat from somewhere in the distance reaches me, and my stomach makes a growling noise that reminds me of the same creature who put me in these furs.

“If you’re hungry, I can get you some stew. The evening meal is just starting.”

I do hunger, in fact, but I do not want Sage to leave. I am afraid if she does, she will not be back this time, so I shake my head. “Not at the moment. Perhaps a little later.”

“All right. Just let me know and I’ll make sure to bring you something. You need to eat to heal.”

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