Page 3 of A Mate for Traxx

Her eyes dart around the room, and concern floods my thoughts. Is she scared of me? I would never hurt my mate. She is not and will never be in danger around me. Maybe she’s in danger of me wanting her madly, but that is all.

What she will eventually find out is that I would protect her until my very last breath. I would die trying.

Her posture seems nervous and unsure. Her arms are now crossed over her chest, accentuating those voluptuous breasts. Ihave done my research. No wonder human men are so attached to them.

I wet my lips and her eyes trail the motion. We stand staring at each other in complete silence for what seems like forever. Is she feeling the mate bond, too, or is it even something a human can feel?

Obviously she is attracted to me, which is a good start. I will show her what a good mate I can be. I never thought in many, many star years that I would find my fated mate. When I was offered the position at this base originally, I turned it down, and now I’m glad I didn’t because I would have missed meeting her.

She opens her mouth and then shuts it again several times. I wait for the questions to come, but she remains silent.

“Well, thank you,” she says, taking one slow step toward me. “What’s your name?”

My shoulders broaden and my chest puffs out in pride. “I am Traxx, former Commander of the Flighten.”

“Interesting.” The tone of her voice is laced with what I believe to be curiosity and approval.

Leaning from foot to foot, she does an odd sort of dance, and I am reminded of the videos I used to watch of earthlings. This must be the pee dance that is so common here. Why must one dance to pee? What is the purpose? Does it help them pee better? I do not understand it. Goofy humans.

“Do you… can you… restroom?” She squeaks, quickly covering her mouth in embarrassment.

My eyes lift to the door behind her, and she follows my gaze before she scurries away, a tiny pang is left behind as she moves.I rub my hand over my chest to banish the empty feeling. A few moments later she reappears, her brow furrowed. “How do you…” She points behind her in the direction of the lavatory, eyes wide. “That… is definitely not a normal toilet.”

After giving her instruction, I move to sit on my floating bed, awaiting her return. I know when she finishes because I can hear her pattering around on small feet. One special benefit of the Grekarians is that we have incredible hearing. Some say it rivals that of a dog or wolf.

She clears her throat as she approaches me. “So, Traxx. How did you know I was out there? Were you spying on me?”

I shake my head, denying it, even though she is very much right. “I was out for a walk around the perimeter and heard your car.”

“You heard my car? Do you have, like, super hearing or something?”

“I have optimal hearing, as presented by my excellent skills in combat. I have yet to lose a battle.”

“Okay, GI Joe.” My brows draw together in an angry frown. Is this her mate? “What’s wrong, big guy?” Her eyes are filled with curiosity.

“Is this GI Joe your mate?”

“What?” Her smile turns into a giggle. “GI Joe is an army dude. He’s not, like, an actual person. He was this toy that Hasbro brought out as a military science fiction thing.”

I have no idea what she is talking about with this military toy, but I obviously need to investigate why she would call me this man.

Her stomach growls out a low sound, and I realize she must be hungry. A blush paints her heart shaped face. “You are hungry?” I say it before walking toward the food replicator in the corner of my quarters. She watches with curiosity.

“You don’t have to go to any trouble for me,” she assures me.

“Rhea, you are my responsibility, mate. I will make sure you are always well fed and taken care of.” With the click of a few buttons, the machine lights up and gets to work.

“Mate?” she questions with a slight head tilt.

“Yes, mate.”

Luckily our technology is so advanced that we have programmed human food into our machine. Five minutes later I have a plate filled with what humans callpizza.

“Wait…” She beams up at me. “You can make pizza here?” Again, pride runs through my chest that my curvy little mate is happy with me.

I set the plate down on the table beside my floating bed, and she looks it over. “Hey, Traxx… I don’t know if I can eat all of this, even though I do appreciate you making it.” I hear the sincerity in her kind voice.

Walking back to the replicator, I request another plate and then proceed to remove some of the slices from her plate onto my own. I have not actually had the chance to eat any of this human food.

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