Page 8 of His Human to Adore
Right on cue, fresh raindrops fall on the building we’re in. Erkoz moves me around in his arms until he’s setting me on the ground. I can’t see anything, so I reach out, trying to find something to brace myself on, but I only end up grabbing hold of another alien, which has me pulling my hands back and grimacing. A clap of thunder rumbles around us, but that isn’t what coats my body in fear. No, the loud roar that sounds from the great hall we left is what has fear tugging me into the embrace of darkness. My body goes limp, and I fall to the ground before anyone realizes I’m passing out.
This is better, though. There’s no pain and no fear in the darkness of unconsciousness. No, I’m filled with dreams of Dath between my legs again, and that is much better than the blind and terrifying world that awaits me when I’m able to stir back awake. So, for as long as I can, I want to remain in my dreams.
Dath
Howmanydayshasit been since I have been trapped in my room? Five or six? I cannot remember exactly. I only know the rage simmering under my scales. Something was taken from me. I do not know what it is or who took it. I know it is mine, and I will kill anyone who keeps it away from me any longer. I just need to find a way out of my room so I can claim what is mine.
Many wardrobes are barricading my door. They are placed one in front of the other so that I can not move them enough to get out into the hallway. We boarded my window up because of the storms that have been raging on and off for the last few days. So, there is truly no way out of this makeshift prison I am trapped in.
Not even my nightmares plague me now because I am filled with too much rage, too much fury. The small pile of dried olack meat that was tossed in here like an afterthought is almost out, and then I will be starved and furious, a combination I am sure my brothers do not want.
If they just return what is mine, I will no longer be upset or angry, but even when I tell them this, they do not listen to me. They don’t even acknowledge when I call out to them. They will try to speak with me through the barricade, but when I respond with venom in my voice, they whisper amongst themselves and then leave me to my anger and my fury.
I rub at my chest. There’s been an empty ache in my chest since I woke up a few days ago. Since then, the feeling has only grown worse. My blood simmers under my skin so much that I am starting to understand the humans when they say our world is too warm. My body is reacting to something, but what it is, I do not know. I have been trying to ask the brothers what has happened to me, but they do not answer me. I know this has to do with what they have taken from me, but I do not know what they could have taken that has me acting out as I am.
I have the door to my room open just in case they ever try to move the wardrobes. I will be ready to pounce and run out of my prison if given the chance. They will have to release me at some point, and then I can make them pay for what they have done.
“This is our last option,” Kendra’s voice surprises me when I hear it so close to the wardrobes. Hearing my friend’s voice actually helps some of the aching in my chest. Maybe she will help me understand what is happening since none of the brothers seem willing.
“I’m going in there, so you can either help me or you can suck each other’s dicks from now on.” She must be talking to her mates, but I do not know why they would help her get in here even if she threatens them. There is a reason the brothers have trapped me in my room, and I doubt they will risk their female if they think I am dangerous.
“Dath!” Erkoz yells my name much too loudly since I am sitting right by the wardrobe. His dark body comes into view between the cracks of the first wardrobe, and then our eyes meet. “You will let us in, and you will not try to escape, yes?”
I narrow my eyes at him and pull my lips back in a snarl. I will make no such promises, considering they have all trapped me in here against my will after taking something that I know makes my soul whole. A hiss escapes my lips as a response to him. Erkoz can see from the red of my eyes that I am not in the mood to be negotiating my freedom.
“He is not able to talk now, Kendra.” Erkoz turns to his mate, who must be behind him, but she doesn’t listen.
Instead, Kendra squishes her small human body through the crack in the wardrobe until she is wiggling and smashing herself into the room with me. She stares at me, worry in her eyes, as her mates yell at her to return to them and to stop being foolish. She lifts her hand in a gesture that the humans have told us is vulgar and then closes the door on her mates.
“We need to talk.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest. Her eyes dart around the room, the only sign that she is scared to be trapped in here with me. I would never hurt a female, especially not a human female. She is small and weak. I gain nothing by hurting her for what my brothers have done to me. She takes a tentative step toward me, her eyes not landing on mine and the rage that simmers inside of me. “Can you speak to me?”
I let out a soft grunt that is meant to be a yes, but she shakes her head like it is not good enough.
“I need to hear your words.”
“Yes.” The word sounds rough as it leaves my throat. My throat aches and burns, and I must work extra hard to get the word out.
Kendra tilts her head to the side, a look of surprise crossing her face for just an instant before she sits down in front of me, crossing her legs so she is mirroring my position. “What do you remember from the night the new human came?”
My brows furrow, and I narrow my eyes on Kendra. Does she somehow know the discussion I had with my mother before the storms started? Surely not, but that is the only thing of note that happened that night. “I need to speak to you about that. I will not be taking a human mate, so you do not need to worry about not touching me.”
“I’m sorry, no,” Kendra rubs her face with her hands, completely dismissing my words as a look of anger and disgust crosses her features. “Answer my questions. Then we can talk about whatever the fuck you just said.”
I cock my head to the side, not understanding why she seems so upset by my words. I thought she might be happy that we could continue our friendship in the same way. She is unsure of her place with the brothers since the new female came, but she does not need to worry about her place with me. I cannot take a human mate, so I will refrain from entertaining any of them at all. I do not want to get their hopes up or my own because I will not go against my mother’s only wish for me.
“I talked with my mother, the storm started, I came to bed, and when I woke, I was trapped in here with all of you ignoring me and a rage inside of me that makes me want to rip my brothers apart because they have taken something from me,” I answer her question hoping it will make it all make sense to me if I say it out loud, but I am left even more confused when Kendra shakes her head with a frown.
“That’s all you remember?”
“I had nightmares, of course,” I say.
My nightmares are not something I enjoy thinking about. Not when it shows how pathetic of a male I truly am. If I was a stronger male, I could live with what happened when I was young. I wouldn’t scream and cry out in the night every time thunder shakes our home. “I have them every time there is a storm.”
“What about any dreams?” She sounds hopeful, but my stomach drops at the mention of my dreams. I dislike talking about them because I do not like that I still want a human female so badly, even when I know I cannot have one. It is kind of the goddess to give me one to comfort me in my dreams, but I do not want to speak of her since it shows my desire for a human mate.
“I do not talk of my dreams.” I cast my eyes away from Kendra, even though she is still refusing to look at my face. I cannot stop the rage inside of me even with my friend so close, so my eyes will be red until I am returned what is mine. “Why do you ask about my dreams?”
“Why do you think you’re not taking a human mate?” Kendra ignores my question and asks her own instead. I do not appreciate the change in subject, but I do like that I will not have to tell her about the beautiful human in my dreams. I want to keep her all to myself even though she has not returned to me since the first night. She told me she would return, but maybe that was just another cruelty added to an already cruel existence. No, I cannot think like that. The goddess blesses me with crumbs, and I should be grateful. They are better than starving.