Page 9 of A Mate for Traxx

Finally, I spot him, almost blended in with his surroundings. I open my mouth to speak, but he shakes his head, telling me to remain quiet and not give away his position. I’ve seen enough of those army tactical shows in my life to know that sign anywhere.

I slow my pace and try to catch the breath furiously leaving and entering my body. My heart is pumping wickedly as I push my body to its limits and fight to curb the fear that’s taking over me, forcing it to beg for oxygen.

I nod once, telling him I understand.

I keep running, but not as fast as I was. Thinking to slow down was a dumb decision, although, I believe the aliens most likely have speed on their side. They’re also very in shape for shortlittle stocky things, whereas I’ve enjoyed one too many jelly donuts lately.

I’m steps away from where Traxx is hiding when a large three-fingered fist wraps around my hair and pulls me backward. Pain radiates through my skull, and I cry out in agony. This hair pulling is nothing like what I experienced as a young child from the bullies in grade school.

I reach back to stopitfrom pulling on my hair, or to at least make the sting less painful. My expression must be pure shock because I see the fire burning angrily in Traxx’s eyes. I keep waiting for him to strike, but he hasn’t yet.

What’s he waiting for?

I try to spin so the alien follows me, and his grip on my hair tightens further. A whimper leaves my lips. I’m shoved only a few feet before that strong hand removes its grip from my hair. I turn to watch just as Traxx snaps the things neck, his teeth bared.

I can feel the anger coursing through him. “Run, Rhea! Run! Now! You do not need to see this.” The engines of the ship fire up, and I worry it’s too late for escape. I do what he says, though, and I run to the first level and back toward the compound, my feet illuminated with what looks like lily pads below me. Each step glows a vivid neon green, but there’s no time to savor the magnificence of the moment as I run for my life.

The willow tree I walked past earlier brushes against my shoulders as I pass by. I take a brief look over my shoulder, worried for Traxx. What if something happens to him? Besidethe Merink at the compound, no one knows who I am. How will I get back to my car?

So many questions bombard my brain, but I push them away.Focus, I tell myself.

I make a mental note to visit the garden out here once all of this nonsense is done. Several loud roars sound from the ship. Bone chilling, earth rattling roars. It's like nothing I’ve ever heard before. It’s a cross between a war cry and a lion.

I hesitate briefly, turning to look at the ship. A flash of blue and purple comes flying out and lands on the ground, rocking the surface. My prey instinct kicks in and urges me to run from him, but I know it’s Traxx. He’s here. I am safe. Running up to me, he grabs me by the waist and throws me over his shoulder.

“Traxx, put me down. I am too heavy to carry.”

“You are but a feather, my mate. I will not allow you to insult yourself. You were made for me. This body was made specifically for me, and it is perfect. If you insult yourself, you insult me for finding you beautiful, and I do not appreciate being insulted.”

My large breasts bounce painfully against his shoulder with each pounding step he takes. Before I know it, he’s opening the compound door and slamming it behind us. He types in a quick code on the keyboard to the left of the door, and I hear a double click and a whooshing sound.

He walks toward the quarters where I was just stolen from minutes previously.

I am still being jostled and wondering why he’s continuing to carry me if we’re safe. I squirm in his arms, and he swats me onthe bottom. “Behave, mate. I am on a very short string right now and I do not wish to, but I will spank you.”

“Excuse me? I have done nothing deserving of being spanked.”

“You have done many things, but right now I have a more pressing matter to attend to.”

The haze of terror flees from me, and I realize that I’m wet between my thighs. Watching him protect me, although terrifying, was sexy as hell. I’ve never had anyone fight for me before, and I like the way it feels to know he cares about me. The more I think about it and look over my surroundings, the more I think that maybe staying here with someone who is willing to protect me with his life is something I’ve been wanting my whole life. To feel important to someone is something I’ve never felt and desperately need.

Maybe being a mate isn’t so bad.

Maybe my car breaking down on the side of the road outside the compound is a sign that this is where I’m supposed to be.

A low noise vibrates in his throat, something between a growl and a purr like a cat. It’s doing funny things to my core. I am aroused—and he can sense it. Is this, perhaps, the pressing matter he was referring to?

Chapter 6

Traxx

I blow out a breath, hoping to channel my anger into fulfilling my mates needs. If I could, I would go back onto that ship and kill all of them again. Well, I left one alive and tied up so a fellow crew member could jail him and interrogate him for additional information.

I have never seen red as much as I did when my mate was taken from me. We have not even truly mated yet, but the bond I feel with her is unmistakable. I would gladly give my life for hers.

I drop my mate to the floor once the door to my quarters closes. My eyes trail over her beautiful curves, her wavy dark hair, and her caramel-colored eyes. Her skin is not completely white, yet it is not extremely tan either.

She is perfection.

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