Page 38 of Fated to the Alien Protector

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Abby corrects. “Henry didn’t take advantage of me. I knew exactly what I was doing. I craved him and everything he gave me.”

“You were a kit who needed to be loved. That is something we all want and there is nothing wrong with it. But no matter how much you do not believe he manipulated you and your emotions, he did. He was an adult who saw a vulnerable kit desperate for affection. Instead of preying on you, he should have been protecting you.” The more I hear about this male, the more despicable he becomes.

Abby’s gaze bores into me like she is judging the truthfulness of what I say. I keep my eyes on her without glancing away once because I want her to understand I stand by my words. Tears well and spill down her face. She sniffs, but does not wipe them away. Carefully, I reach out and wait for her to draw away from my touch. When she does not, I brush away the wetness with my finger. I am bothered by the fact she cries for this male who does not deserve her tears.

“What if I tell you that’s not everything?” Abby whispers.

“Then I will tell you that nothing you say will change how I feel about you. You are mykeeshla. The female who Deeka chose because she knows that we are perfect for each other in every way. Just as you are mine, I am yours. Completely and fully. You are the female I was born to love and always will, no matter what.” I have never been more certain of anything in my life.

“Even if I tell you Carter isn’t my brother, but my son, and it’s a secret I’ve kept from him his entire life?”

For some reason, her revelation does not surprise me although I am unsure why. Perhaps I always suspected. I cradle her face within my palm. “Even then.”

More tears fall from her eyes. “Do you know what Henry said when I told him I was pregnant?”

I am not sure I want to know or guess. “No, what did he say?”

“He denied that Carter was his. The one and only person I’ve ever been with—the only person I’d everloved—had the nerve to suggest our baby was someone else’s.”

It is no wonder my Abby does not trust me or anyone. Her poor heart must have been crushed by the callousness of the male she had given it to.

“How did you discover he was already mated?”

She huffs out a pained sound. “Believe it or not, my dad. After I told Henry I was pregnant and he refused to acknowledge the baby as his, I had no idea what to do. For months he had been promising to take me away from the bottom tier. Any time I brought it up, though, he would change the subject. I never understood why. Although in hindsight, I should have. So after he rejected me and wouldn’t even talk to me anymore, I searched out my father and told him the truth.”

If Abby and Carter came to this planet with her baba then he must have repaired their relationship.

“To my surprise, he sobered up and was home more often. He got a job and started contributing toward the bills. He actually became the father he was before my mother died. One day, he got off work early and used some of his money to bribe his way into the upper tier to track down Henry. He managed to locate him and discovered he didn’t just have a wife—a mate—but he also had other children.”

Unsure if Abby will accept my comfort or not, I risk gently lifting her and place her over my thighs. To my great relief, she leans into my chest and rests her head on my shoulder. I keep my arms wrapped tightly around her and twine my tail around her ankle and lower leg. Nothing has felt more perfect and right than my mate allowing me to take care of her.

“I know words often have no meaning, but I vow to you here and now that I will never deceive you, always keep my promises, and hold your heart close to mine and protect it with every bit of strength I possess.” I press my mouth against her hair. “You are mykeeshla—my tender-hearted Abby—and the one being I love more than anyone, including myself. I will spend the rest of this lifetime and the next proving to you that your trust in me is the most precious gift I have ever received and will never take it for granted.”

Abby sniffles and rubs her cheek against me, burrowing herself farther into me as though we might become one being. “Why couldn’t I have met you when I was sixteen?”

I smile into her hair and breathe in its sweet fragrance. “As much as I wish the same, we would not be who we are now if we had. You would not have Carter and I would not understand how truly blessed I am to be the mate of the strongest, most courageous female to ever exist on this planet or any other.”

Abby lifts her head and stares intently at me. She scans my face and brings her hand up to caress it. I sit patiently while she explores the bony ridges over my eyes, my flat nose, and my cheeks. When she traces her fingertip along the length of my ear to its pointed end and down the other side, a shudder runs through me, and beneath her round, tailless backside my cock hardens.

I tilt my pelvis away to avoid making her to think I expect anything more from her than what she is currently giving, but Abby shifts her weight and presses herself down on me. A groan rumbles up from my chest and before I can swallow it down, it spills from the lips she now brushes her finger across. My tongue flicks out and I get the briefest taste of my mate’s skin.

The inner black circle of her tri-colored eyes grows so large the next outer color—green—almost disappears. Her breaths become more rapid and Abby drops her gaze to my mouth. She removes her finger and I bite down on the need to call her back.

She replaces it with her own mouth.

She clasps the back of my neck and her fingers linger in my hair as her lips explore mine. There is a flicker of wetness against them and it takes me a moment to realize it is her tongue. My arousal deepens at this new type of mouth touching we are doing and, without thought, I grind my aching cock against her plump bottom. This time the moan of desire comes from her and I take it within myself, savoring the sound and drinking it down. It is most delicious.

I lose track of all time as we mouth touch and explore each other with our tongues. My Abby tastes like the shurup nectar I use to sweeten my kokrra at the morning meal.

“Oh man, gross!”We quickly break apart and glance behind us. Carter, Talek, and Cecily stand there watching us with mixed expressions, each holding a small, kit-sized spear. Carter’s is one of disgust, while Talek’s is interest, and Cecily appears bored. Abby quickly scrambles from her position on me and I swallow the groan as she rubs across my still hard and aching cock. I remain where I am. It won’t do to have the kits see my condition.

“Carter, oh god, I didn’t know you were…sorry, um, we were just…” Abby bumbles her words, but her brother—son—holds up his hand and shakes his head.

“I know what you were just…” he shudders, but there is a grin tugging at his lips. “Please don’t say anything else. What you two do is your business and you’re welcome to keep it to yourselves, thank you very much.”

Mykeeshla’scheeks brighten in color and she wrings her hands in front of her in a nervous gesture I have never witnessed from her before. It is sweet and adorable. “Okay, yeah. Did you need something?”

“No, we were just going to see if we could do some fishing.” He raises his spear slightly.

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