Page 32 of Invasion of Sorority Z

It would be a pleasant thing to see all of my fellow Aprixians finding their happiness with a hu-nim mate. I wish for this, but I do not raise my hopes high. There have been many times in my life where I have hoped for much simpler things andThe Motherhas ignored my requests. I do not trust her, even with the gift I have been given.

My Stee-vee is a miracle indeed, but I am finding it difficult to put all of my trust inThe Mother. I have faced countless hours with hunger, sadness, and fear. I am weary to believe now that my life is one of happiness, that things will not once again turn on me.

My only comfort is in knowing that I am equipped to keep my mate safe and at my side. I know that I can overcome any harshness that may come now that I have her.

“You should spend more time with your mean one,” Rem tells Drak, pulling me from my heavy thoughts. “Will fate bind you to the only hu-nim as trigger happy as yourself? I can almost see it now…” he trails off, humming with a smile in his voice.

Drak half smiles in return. “An-nana does not long for a mate, she desires adventure.”

I wonder how my friend is so sure of this. My only impression of An-nana is that she longs to protect her pack. Perhaps she speaks with him more than he tells me. Most of his reports on the female have been boasts regarding her many skills as a warrior of her people.

“Dude,” Rem complains, using the new word his S’rah has taught him. “Youareadventure. And, she smiles at you when you are not looking.”

Drak’s eyes widen in disbelief. “She does not.”

“Oh, but she does, my friend.”

“Do not tell me lies, you are not even here to see such a thing.”

“I speak truly,” he argues with a huff. “I have seen it before my departure. I see a great many things while others are not looking.”

Terum clears his throat. “In any case, our target initiative remains the same. We are to protect these hu-nims as long as we are here. Stee-vee and S’rah must remain top priorities now. They are family.”

Several nods and grunts of agreement pass over our group. My mate is now like a small and unexpected sister to these males. They are not truly my blood, but my brothers all the same. My mate is even more protected than before and it is a powerful feeling. An honorable accomplishment to have the ability to provide such safety for my Stee-vee.

Our conversation dies quickly, as Rem needs to continue on his journey. The twins, Al’rik and L’ore, disappear after muttering their congratulations to me. The words are sincere but there are notes of longing in them.

They are typically quiet males, and I am saddened to realize that my happiness has likely hurt them. It is a lonely thing, to see others having things that you cannot. And I do not wish for any of my brothers to experience this sensation.

I decide that I have gone too long without seeing my mate’s face, and begin to go looking. Just as I am opening the ship door, I find her walking toward it. She wears the same dress and flushed cheeks as she did earlier.

Stee-vee offers a shy wave and shows me her teeth in greeting. I greet her closer, pulling her hands to my mouth to peck.

“Are your cunt coverings dry now, my blossom?”

She gasps. “Marrec!” Looking around to ensure no prying ears have heard my bold words, she tries to hide her laughter. “They’re called panties, and yes they’re dry and clean now.”

I will continue to call them cunt coverings, I enjoy the way she reacts when I do. “Shall I destroy them once more?” I lean down and nip at her shoulder with my teeth.

“No,” she whispers, and then adds, “Maybe later.”

I chuckle. “What do you wish to do with your day, my Stee-vee? May I join you?”

“It’s a harvest and store day,” she tells me. “I have to pick ripe food from the garden and see what we can use before it rots, and jar anything we have too much of. It’s sort of boring, if you’d rather go hunt or—”

“I should like to do this with you.”

“All right,” she says, eyes soft. “I’d like that.”

While we work, Stee-vee tells me all about her true passion—books. I listen as she goes on and on for many hours about her favorite stories of love and adventures. It reminds me that she wishes to venture to a building of books, and I suggest that I take her there very soon.

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“I will take you to hunt for your books and wine, my blossom. It would honor me to bring you this small joy.”

“Not a small joy,” she corrects stubbornly. “Big, big joy.”

I grin. “It is a small task for big, big joy, then.”

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