Help Please!

Help please!

A friend of mine wants to find a fanfic for Henry Bowers x Reader. The plot is something alone the lines: “you and Henry we studying in his room and his dad comes home. So Henry hides you in his closet and his dad beats him.”

Did any of ya’ll create this fanfic or know who created this fic?

Ticci Toby x Reader

((I honestly have no idea what this is, I wrote it ages ago and have since been needing to just throw it out there. ))

I lay in bed silently waiting for time to pass while staring aimlessly at my bedroom door. Though my body is tired, my mind isn’t. A continuous buzz of nothingness and yet everything all put together as one.

The light sound of tapping against the glass window draws me out of whatever I was thinking.

Not tonight, I can’t do this right now.

“ (y/n),” a muffled call causes me to stiffen, “open up.”

Not tonight Toby.

I can still feel his hand pressed tightly against my throat while I struggled underneath him. The purple and green markings prove a reminder of how he really is.

“Open up the window, (y/n).” I can feel the hot tears slowly fall, my body slightly shakes as I desperately suppress a sob.

His tone shows annoyance and displeasure as I continue to ignore him.

I’m sorry, I just can’t.

His hand makes sharp contact with my bedroom window, the glass shakes from the force.

My body shudders as all I can hear is now silence, knowing he’s trying to find another area to enter through. I get up slowly trying to be quiet.

He’s coming.

I can hear him now, the sound of the laundry door giving way causes me to grab the pocket flashlight quickly. As silently as I can unlock and open the window.

My bare feet hit the cold cement, the winter truly showing through. I begin to speed walk around the side of my house, silently praying he hasn’t just tricked me into running. If not, I beg he is distracted and hasn’t realised I’ve ran.

My skin ripples with goosebumps as I rush to unlock the side gate, forcing myself out and into the open of the street I run.

My feet burn as I run, the cold and jolted Road provide no comfort for my rushed pace. I can hear him, his movements quick and Predator like.

I choke out a sob as I make a turn down the foot path leading towards the park, praying that I make it there before he can get me.

I know he wants to scream at me, shout my name at the top of his lungs. But he can’t, he knows he can’t.

I know I shouldn’t do this, but I want to try and finish this. I shouldn’t have even let this continue. But I was selfish, we were both selfish.

Im so close, just a little further.

Please. I’m so close.

With every part of me I push through, I can practically feel him on my heel. His heavy steps echoing down the empty streets, I want to scream, I want to shout and yell at the top of my lungs! But I know if I do it will only make it worse, I won’t risk anyone else getting hurt.

As my feet hit the damp grass I feel my body crash with full force. My body held tightly by his as I try to struggle, I’m sorry Toby.

“I quit,” I whisper, defeated.

I can feel his body stiffen over my own. My chest continues to rise and fall erratically. I was surprised he could even hear me. I stop resisting him, my arms falling limp and weighted as I let it all out.

“I cant to this anymore, please!” I sob.

He turns my body over so I face him, pain and anger is all I can see through my own blurred vision.

“Don’t,” He cautioned, “stop talking, please!”

I shake my head as I continue.

“I don’t need you anymore,” I pause taking a deep breath. “You said to me, that if I ever wanted to leave no matter the circumstances I could give you this!” I raise my voice trying to prevent it from cracking.

I try to yank my hand away, to show the small flashlight. A gift he gave me a month after we met. I understand something so small and weird isn’t technically a romantic gesture but I always kept it close and prayed I never had to use it a against him.

His grip tightens on my wrists, as I finally hear it, a loud sob exits from him. The hot tears landing on my bare neck as his body shudders.

“You can’t,” he whispers, “please… don’t leave me.”

“You’ve given me no choice,” I continue on, “you’ve hurt me so many times emotionally and physically. I can only take so much.”

“I know,” he looks at me, this can’t be the eyes of a murderer, his once pale face shows red blotches as he continues to cry. “But I never meant it!”

I shake my head and look away.

“Please let me go.” i softly beg, causing Toby to shake his head is dismay.

“No, I’m not letting you go” he says yanking me into his chest and holding me tight.

I begin to struggle against him, but no avail I am left powerless. I wanted to hurt him like he hurt me. He needed to feel pain, and to extent he did but I am the one let to deal with it all.

This man is the real MVP.

Hurting soul

Warning: swearing, abuse

Pair: Henry Bowers x Reader

Summary: After Henry gets beat by his dad, he comes to you.

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Henry Bowers was not the perfect boyfriend. Or the perfect person. He was manipulative, sexist, racist, rude, and cruel. Everyone questioned why you were even dating him. Sometimes you questioned yourself.

But you loved the guy. No matter what he did, you loved him in the end.

You knew about what his dad did to him. You wanted to help, but you knew you couldn’t. His dad didn’t even know you two were dating. Henry wanted it that way, and you respected his choice.

You had a test tomorrow for science, so you were up studying. Science was the worst class for you, but you needed a good grade to graduate. You were about to fall asleep when you heard knocking on your window.

Walking over to it, you looked outside to see what was happening. Henry was looking back at you, tears on his face. You quickly opened the window and let him in.

“What happened?” You asked, leading him to your bed. He sat down and put his head in his hands.

“My old man, he-he got drunk. And he.. Fuck.” Henry cried harder, leaning on your shoulder. You pushed him back onto the bed so you were both laying down. He cuddled up to you, still crying.

You waited for him to calm his breathing before asking him again what happened.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine.” You said, softly. It was quiet for a while.

“He got drunk.” Henry said lightly. “And of course, whenever the fuckup is drunk, he comes to me for a punching bag.” He sniffed.

“He beat me with his belt, which is normal. But, he brought up my mom. Which he’s never done before. Ever. And that, that broke me.” He stopped, but continued a while later.

“He said that I was the reason why she left. That I was the fuckup of the family. ‘The whore should’ve aborted you.’ Is what he said.” He started crying again. You held him closer.

“Does he know you’re here?” You asked. He shook his head no.

“After he left, I snuck out and came here.” You nodded your head. It was quiet again.

“Y/n?” He looked at you. His eyes were puffy and red, but he still managed to look amazing.

“Yeah?”

“Do you love me?” He asked, softly. You were confused as to why he would ask that. You told him you loved him all the time.

“Of course I do Henry. You’re an ass sometimes, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back and kissed you, you obviously kissing back. You knew that he had to go home. Or else his dad would hurt him again. Neither of you wanted to leave each other.

Henry got up and walked towards your window, you following. He turned around and kissed you again.

“I love you.” He said, before crawling out of your window and walking towards the road.

You closed your window and layed back on your bed, falling asleep.

Pretty Boy | Part 2

Sandor x reader

Part 1 here : https://taynuz.tumblr.com/post/184944147799/sandor-x-reader-t-vulgar-language-light

M (smut)

Gif from google. 

The sensual tone in your voice sent Sandor over the edge. He kissed you again and ran his hand up your back and into your hair. He took you over to his bed and sat you on his lap. You could feel him become more excited beneath your smallclothes. The feeling of his stiffened member drove you mad. You had laid with men before but you could tell it was going to be different with Sandor. The way he handled you was different, almost like he was afraid to hurt you and run you away. You started to grind against him impatiently, the hold he had on your hair tightened and he let out a throaty growl.

“Gods, woman! One might confuse ya for a bitch in heat.” He laughed as he moved his hands under your dress and grasped your thighs. His calloused hands skimmed over your soft skin making you begin to drip. “I can damn near smell ya from here, lass.” He nuzzled his stubbled face into the crook of your neck pushing you past your breaking point.

“I need you to fuck me. Now.” You borderline moaned. You felt Sandor twitch beneath you and you knew you struck a chord. He grabbed your hips and flipped you over onto your back. In one swift movement, he threw the skirt of your dress up and kissed along the inside of your thigh. You had never imagined Sandor to be a tease but you weren’t complaining.

“Look at how wet I’ve made ya, little bear.” He said as he ran his finger over the soaked fabric. “I can’t wait ta taste ya.” He looked into your eyes as he looped his fingers around either side of your smallclothes and gently pulled them off. The second he looked into your core he let out a groan and began to kiss your nub. You felt all your nerves awaken as Sandor’s tongue flitted erratically over your clit. You couldn’t stop the sounds of pleasure escaping you which only made Sandor work even more to bring you to your climax. You finally released when he inserted a digit into you and pumped lovingly. An explosion of colors erupted behind your eyes as you came. Sandor laid a kiss on your folds before raising to stand. You were still panting in complete ecstasy as you watched him undress. You sat up and grabbed hold of his waistband. He grabbed your hands and put them on his cock.

“I’m not waitin’ ta have you any longa. Dress, off.” You did as he commanded and removed the wine soaked garment, exposing your breasts to the chill of his chamber caused your nipples to stand at attention. This caught Sandor’s eye and he couldn’t help himself from pouncing on you and taking the little pink bud into his mouth. The things that man could do with his tongue put you in a frenzy. His other hand shot down to undress the rest of his lower half. Once he had freed himself and moved his fingers back to your supple breast and toyed with your nipple.

“Fuck, Sandor! Why do you torture me so?” You gave an exasperated sigh and ran your hands along the outline of his shoulders.

“All in good time, little bear.” He kissed you again but this time it was much gentler, more loving, and almost as if he didn’t want to miss a moment. You could taste yourself on his lips as you ran your hands from his shoulders down either side of his body and back up to his chest.

“Sandor, please.” You were never one to beg but the anticipation was almost painful. He reached down and positioned himself at your opening. You propped your knees up by his sides welcoming the intrusion. His forehead met yours as he pushed into you lightly giving you a moment to adjust to his size. From the moment he entered, he hit all the right places inside making you feel dizzy. His slow rhythm began to pick up as you squirmed beneath him. You could tell he was trying to keep you comfortable and everything he was doing felt amazing, but you wanted the hot, feral fire that you knew was in him. You dragged your nails along his back sending a shiver down his spine. He started to pick up the pace.

You felt like you were about to unravel when you leaned up and whispered in his ear. “Fuck me harder.” He grabbed the back of your hair again and pulled, his other hand reaching down to grab your ass. You knew he had more in him that he was afraid to let out. You tried to stay somewhat quiet but your cries of satisfaction kept raising and you finally crumbled. His rhythmic pounds throwing you deeper into pure euphoria. He slowed his pumps as you came down, all the while kissing your neck and cheek.

“What do ya want now, little bear?” You loved that he was at your every command and you wanted him to be complete with you.

“I want more.” Sandor gave out a hearty laugh.

“Ya think ya can handle more, lass?”

“I want you to release.”

“An’ how exactly do ya want that?” He whispered into your ear.

“Flip ‘round.” Sandor wrapped his one arm around your back as he used the other to turn you both over. You sat straight up, letting him inspect every inch of your body. His grip on your thighs was strong and you could tell he was holding back. You started rocking back and forth, feeling his cock rubbing your spot and reigniting the fire inside of you. Sandor ran his hands through his hair and through his head back, groaning.

“Seven Hells, woman. Where did ya learn that?” He grabbed your thighs again as he watched you bounce on his hips. He took hold of one of your breasts and began to play with your nipple making you gasp and moan. You could tell he was enjoying himself, the noises he made were becoming more feral by the second. He sat up and placed a firm grip on your ass. You wrapped your hands around the back of his neck and kissed him with no control. He began humping in unison with you and you could feel your release coming quickly. Your tongues danced as he let out a sigh and thrusted into you with all his length causing you to whimper in orgasm as he spilled his seed into you. You stayed that way for a while, panting and kissing, a web of sweat and lust. You placed your head on Sandor’s shoulder, his arms wrapped around your back and his hands ran up and down the length of your spine.

“Stay.” He tried to whisper but you still jumped. You pulled back to look at him. The sadness that you saw in his eyes earlier was gone. Replaced with longing and what you only thought could be, love. You had never been asked that before, your heart ached at his request.

“Of course.” He grabbed your face and planted one last kiss on your lips before laying you both down for the night.

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You awoke the next morning almost hanging off the bed. Sandor was sprawled out next to you, his arm still caught beneath you. The sun was just starting to rise prompting you to get up and get to work. You put your wine stained dress back on before turning back to Sandor to tell him goodbye, only to find him already wake and watching you.

“Mornin’.” He grumbled as he gave you a once over, biting his lip.

“Good morning.” You smiled back at him. He reached for your hand, which you gave him, and pulled you back into his bed. Immediately, you began kissing him, thanking the gods last night wasn’t just a drunken exchange. “I need to get ready for work.” You began to get up when Sandor’s hands found your hips and pulled you back into his warm embrace.

“I’ll come find ya tonight.” You loved his assertiveness.

“You better.” You said snarkily as you gave him a farewell kiss and made for your chambers to change.

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The day had been going as usual. After you were changed, you had a bit of food to start the day. You headed out to the courtyard to begin your gardening duties when you were stopped by a pair of knights requesting your attendance in the Great Hall. You knew the wrath of Joffrey would come down eventually. Thankfully, King Robert was a merciful king and was never one to obey orders from his children.

“Lady L/N.” King Robert was always the respectful type toward women in the Keep, calling them Lady whether they earned the title or not.

“Your Grace.” You curtsied before him politely.

“It has been brought to my attention that you have disgraced a tournament victor. Been told you wouldn’t dance. Is this true?” He was still a little drunk from last night’s feast, you hoped that would be to your advantage. You glanced to the king’s left and noticed the bruised knight that tried to court you. He was standing beside Joffrey’s seat, smirking down at you.

“It is true, my lord.” You stood strong, you had not committed any crimes.

“And it’s also true, you wouldn’t let him fuck you?” King Robert rolled his eyes.

“I would not, my lord. He had been cruel to me, he broke the Knights Code of Arms.” You looked right into Ser Eyan’s eyes as you added the last part. King Robert snapped his head towards the knight angrily.

“Does this woman speak truth, Ser Waynwood?” The knight was about to open his mouth when he was interrupted.

“Aye, ya Grace. He laid ‘ands on the girl, spilled wine on ‘er, called ‘er daft.” You tried not to smile at Sandor’s confirmation of the events from the night. In that moment, you had fallen for the Hound.

“Eyan of House Waynwood. I renounce your title of Knight of the Seven Kingdoms and exile you from King’s Landing! Everyone begone now! I need sleep!” King Robert bellowed.

“But Father! She disrespected a knight and champion in front of the entire feast! She deserves punishment!” Joffrey’s face was redder than you had ever seen. You did your best not to chuckle at his tantrum. King Robert’s head was in his hands, likely trying to release his gnawing headache.

“Quiet, Joffrey!” The hall fell silent. “You are relieved of your gardening duties and will be appointed chambermaid to Princess Myrcella.” Again, you fought back the urge to smile, Myrcella was a delightful girl and you knew it would be no difficult task to be her chambermaid. Before Joffrey could whine again, King Robert dismissed everyone officially from the hall. Eyan Wyanwood’s stance diminished as he talked in hushed tones to Joffrey, likely requesting a pardon for his actions. Joffrey stormed out of the hall without giving the ex-knight an answer. Jamie Lannister approached Waynwood, took him by the arm and escorted him out of the Keep.

“Clegane, L/N.” You and Sandor turned to face the king. “We leave for Winterfell by the week’s end. Make sure the prince and princess are prepared.” With a nod, King Robert left. You and Sandor left the Great Hall, laughing to yourselves.

A/N: I will be doing a part 3 to this! I am super invested in this relationship now and can’t wait to show you guys its depths!  Thank you to those that requested a part 2, much appreciated!! 

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Predator: The Invisible Prince chapter  18

The shrill alarm went off simultaneously on Ravki and Rakkah’s gauntlets. They did not spare one another even a glance as they raced at blinding speeds off the ship and into the abandoned city Following the frantic pulsing sensor, Rakkah landed heavily on the palace’s terracotta roof tearing easily through with his weight. Dropping effortlessly to the floor, the scent of blood struck him first before his eyes landed on the bloody sight of his mate.

Ravki slid to a sudden halt at the door as the roar pierced the air. Just for a second, he didn’t react. For that one second, he took in the scene before him. Laying on the ground in a dark pool of blood, Ahzma lay at Rakkah’s feet with an object of some kind protruding from her chest. Dropping to his knees, Rakkah, slid his hands underneath her body visibly flinching at the painful sounds of protest that she made. Knowing what his leader intended, Ravki turned and raced back to the ship jumping over the human buildings and up through the ship’s bay doors.

By now the other hunters were in high alert watching as their leader came up behind him at a slower pace. It only took seconds to snatch the confused human doctor from her room forcing her to join their own medical overseers in the medical bay. The human doctor’s cry of shock was the only sound from the room when Rakkah burst through the door. Laying Ahzma on the medical table, Rakkah stepped back in almost trancelike steps as the human doctor along with another yautja medics worked to remove the little bit of clothes on her body before placing her into the medical sarcophagus. Ravki watched as his leader said nothing as the human doctor and the medics argued about the course of treatment.

“No! We must not be too aggressive with it, if we put too much ephemoralh12 in it would cause her to miscarry,” she shook her head emphatically. “We must pull out the blade carefully and slowly with the surgical drone while the gel solution tries to repair the heart damage and the entry wound. The biggest problem will be the loss of blood…”

Ravki watched as his leader’s head shot up at the woman’s confession. She wasn’t looking at either of them and she didn’t see Rakkah’s hands tighten into fists. Ravki looked from his leader and back to the female now floating in the tank. Her long black hair was suspended in the gelatinous healing fluid of the medical sarcophagus, the mask over her face hid her eyes as it pumped oxygen into her. Stepping forward, Rakkah stared down through the glass of the medical sarcophagus for a long silent moment before turning and grabbing the small silver gauntlet on the table and leaving the room.

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The Tani woman was tracked by the Koga’s hounds and found running along the beach. Rakkah watched in silence as the large group of Upran humans surrounded the woman. Tears streaked their cheeks as anger warped their once happy faces. Led by the male human who danced with his mate and the female called Lyra they beat and halfway drug the woman back to the city. They told her she would live until her child was born and once delivered, they would find a sharp piece of metal and drive it into the woman’s heart just as she did their princess.

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 A week went by and Ahzma’s condition was finally stable. There has been two primary concerns: the loss of blood and the life of the fetus. Though Ahzma’s blood type was rare there was no shortage of volunteers from her people to offer up their own. The puncture through her heart was at seventy percent healing completion by the sarcophagus’s readouts. Sitting by the sarcophagus with their arms hooked to the transfusion machine, both Imani and Lyra stared through the glass as the floating woman and offered up their tear filled prayers.

The biggest obstacle however in Ahzma’s recovery was Rakkah. Until now, Esmerelda had always seen Rakkah as a quiet, level-headed leader amongst brash blood thirsty savages. But now she found the lead hunter unrecognizable. When she proposed they keep Ahzma in suspended healing longer to give the fetus a larger chance at survival he had grabbed her by the throat. Frightened and pulled to the tips of her toes, Esmerelda gasped at the powerful pressure around her throat as he brought her closer to his flexing mandibles.

“You will heal her and bring her out to me!” he snarled, his golden eyes glittering with a malice she had never seen before.

Grasping at his thick wrist, Esmerelda tried to pull away from him. “I will not,” she struggled against him. “She wants this baby and if we take her out now, she may lose it. I know and you know, lord Rakkah if she can keep the baby by simply staying in longer, she would!”

Pulling her even closer, Esmerelda felt her toes completely leave the ground. “By your own notes,” his other clawed hand pointed to the computer screen with her data on Ahzma’s condition. “you admit there is a chance she would fall into a coma if she stays longer.”

“Yes, but…” His hand tightened around her throat.

Panic seized her as she realized the predatory gleam settling into Rakkah’s eyes and she knew in that moment he had every intention on killing her if she stood in his way of getting what he wanted.

Another growl, a lower almost rumbling sound emanated from the other side of the room. Esmerelda’s heart lifted as she watched Ravki uncloak himself and step next to Rakkah. He growled something in the yautja language and Esmerelda watched as whatever he said registered with the yautja leader. A flash of resignation passed through the monster’s gold gaze before brightening to a simmering fury. Releasing her, he paid no attention to her as she fell roughly to her knees.

Angry now, Esmerelda coughed and rubbed at her tender throat as she glared up at the beast. She wanted to fling in his face that it was all his fault anyways. She was there the night of the festival, she watched as Rakkah angrily turned his back on his wife after her performance. She wanted to smear that fact like salt into his wound, she wanted to see how the stupid crab faced monster dealt with that guilt flung at him. But she didn’t, even as angry as she was, she knew that he would kill her within seconds if she so much uttered the words.

Turning back to the sarcophagus, Esmerelda leaned on the medical pod for a few seconds to gather her breath before looking over the readouts again. Looking down she paused at the brown drowsy blinking eyes in the tank. She heard the door open behind her and for a moment Esmerelda considered keeping the info to herself. Rakkah was being awful, it had been a week of pure misery on the ship that floated above Tani. The poor Uprans below were given no information and treated with cold silent indifference at their attempts to ask about their beloved princess’s status. Everyday since her attack, Rakkah had spent nearly every evening taking on new challenges to his thrown in the training bay. Ships from Ojibwe arrived daily with eager hunters using the open call as opportunity to gain the seat of power. Rakkah had gone undefeated. Ember had told her over video call from the safety of her room, in which Akur would not let her leave, that Rakkah had injured dozens of warriors and nearly killed one before Jarak stepped in to drag the hunter away. Rakkah was losing his mind from the loss of his mate. Esmerelda suspected it was most likely the first time the warrior ever even felt such overpowering emotions.

“She is awake,” she said aloud.

Stepping aside to the sudden presence next to her, Esmerelda watched as Rakkah leaned forward and stared down into the tank. Ahzma was only partially lucid, blinking a few times as she stared blankly out the viewing window above her. Focusing on the vital readouts on her monitor, Esmerelda could not help but watch from the corner of her eye as Rakkah lifted a hand to the thick glass. Claws clicked softly at the surface as he watched his mate intently for a few minutes before straightening away from the tank and turning to leave.

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 “You have been in stasis for two weeks now,” Ember wiped away a tear from her cheek as she gave Ahzma a relieved smile.

Ahzma could feel herself nod her head, the movement felt wobbly and not her own. It felt as if there was a puppeteer above her working the strings to her body. Looking from Ember and to Esmerelda she tried to take a deep breath and stem the wave of dizziness.

As if reading her mind Esmerelda rushed to explain. “Don’t worry, the loopy feeling will pass soon. It’s caused from the nutrient gel you were placed in for so long.”

Looking down at her chest, Ahzma pulled the cover that Esmerelda had wrapped her in away from her breast, just enough to see the faint nearly invisible scar over her heart. She ignored Ravki’s presence next to her medical bed, apparently the quiet scarred hunter had been the one to help pull her completely naked body out of the sarcophagus when she first woke. She had been dazed and confused when he sat her on the table. She could only sit, shivering from the cold gel covering her body as Esmerelda and Ember quickly worked to wipe it all off of her. The first thing they told her that the baby was fine and Ahzma was grateful for that. She didn’t remember much of anything about her time in the sarcophagus but she did feel a constant state of dread, as if she was waiting for some impending doom.

For the next few minutes, Ember informed her what had been happening. Ahzma felt no pity for the decided fate of her Tani attacker but it did sink at the despair and limbo her people suffered while she was gone. The only thing that helped was the knowledge that the yautja ship was still orbiting above Tani. While both women talked and comforted her, Ahzma could not help but notice the one glaring detail they both avoided—Rakkah.

“And what of Rakkah?” she asked. The last thing she remembered of her mate was his anger after her dance with Mynhil.

Flicking her gaze to Ravki, Ember looked away with nervous energy.

As if taking his cue, Ravki stepped forward and spoke deeply. “I will inform Rakkah you are awake and recovered.”

Using the hand that was not holding the cover to her breast, Ahzma caught Ravki’s thick forearm in her small grip. The hunter looked down at her hand and back to her with a narrowing questioning gaze.

“Wait,” she commanded him gently, before turning to address the other two women. “What are you all not telling me?”

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 Showered and dressed in a blue and green Upran outfit, Ahzma walked unsteadily alongside Ravki down the ship’s long hall. Occasionally, she felt a wave of fatigue wash over her and stopped to steady herself. Shaking her head, Ahzma took a deep breath and gritted her teeth forcing herself to move forward. Ember’s words kept replaying themselves over and over in her head.

“Rakkah has changed. He is like a madman running around the ship,” she whispered. “He has been accepting challenges to his thrown, going out on dangerous hunts. He just got back yesterday with a trophy of something’s head that was so large and ugly it made all the other hunters celebrate at his victory while at the same time jealous. Akur told me over forty hunters went out this morning seeking to claim equivalent or better trophies.”

“Your attack has brought upon Rakkah’s bloodlust,” Ravki had interjected calmly, turning all three women’s wide eyes to him. Standing like a silent stone tower, he continued. “Most hunters see no issue with his change in mood. However there are some, those of us who have known Rakkah longer, who find this shift unusual.”

Ahzma’s heart raced with worry as they approached a new set of doors. Everything they told her about Rakkah’s behavior sounded so foreign and out of character for her mate. She needed to see him.

The doors opened at Ravki’s command and the sounds of grunts, snarls, and bellowing growls struck her instantly. Walking forward with Ravki, Ahzma noticed a few hunters stare at her with interest before moving to the side. Approaching what looked to be a giant black railing that curved around into a giant circle, Ahzma looked down from her level to the level below to see a circular training ring surrounded by yautja all watching the two hunters in the middle.

Ahzma gasped as she watched Rakkah, who wore none of his traditional armor just a leather skirt similar to Ravki’s, circle the other hunter who was dressed similarly. With nearly white greenish skin that reminded her of a toad, speckled in dark green spots along his flanks and back, the other hunter held both arms out with claws flexed and ready snarling at his leader. Rakkah made no similar gestures, circling the other hunter he simply gave him a bored stare. Incensed, the other hunter lunged out with his claws so fast Ahzma barely had time to register the movement. Sidestepping the move with inhuman speed, Rakkah grabbed the toad hunter’s arm and bent it back until there was a sickening crack. The toad hunter roared, but his sound of pain was drowned out by the sound of ebullient glee from the bloodthirsty crowd. Stepping in front of the downed hunter, Rakkah kneed him in the face sending him sprawling backwards onto his back. Ahzma felt her breath stop as she watched her mate stand over the hunter, straddling the hunter’s head and bent down to grab one of the hunter’s tusk. He was going to break it, somehow, she knew it instinctively. The beautiful gold eyes that had always looked at her with warmth were cold and empty as he prepared to break the fallen hunter’s tusk.

She spoke before she could even think. “RAKKAH!” his name was flung like a whip of reprimand, cracking in the open air, stilling everyone.

Dreads sliced through the air as his head jerked up and his gold predatory eyes found hers immediately. Stepping away from the heavy breathing hunter, Rakkah’s eyes never left hers as he let out a roar. Lunging with one and then two steps he leapt into the air with a power she honestly had no clue yautja’s possessed, launching himself high into the air towards them. Landing silently with a small slide on the viewing balcony where he stood, Rakkah straightened with slow menacing grace. His claws splayed at his sides as he examined her from head to toe, taking her in.

She was about to open her mouth to speak when he lunged for her. Her yelp of alarm went ignored by everyone as Rakkah grabbed her against his chest and sped down the long halls. Closing her eyes to the dizzying speed she wrapped her arms around his thick neck and waited for him to stop.

Opening her eyes, she finally felt him gently pull her away from him and realized with a few blinks they were now in their room. Stepping back away from her, Rakkah stared at her silently for a few moments before speaking.

“Why was I not informed of your recovery?” the depth of his loud growl made her flinch.

Her body was still stiff and a bit sore and she was beyond tired. All she wanted was to let herself fall into Rakkah’s arms and sleep, but she knew she could not. Things between them needed to be straightened first.

Lifting her chin, she stared back at him boldly. “I told them not to. I wanted to hear what has been happening while I have been healing.”

Turning with a whip of his long dreads, Rakkah began pacing back and forth like a jungle cat considering its plan of attack, and she knew her confession bothered him. It meant he was well aware that his actions while she recovered were not actions he was proud of, and that realization comforted her. He wasn’t a madman, like the way Esmerelda and Ember painted him, he wasn’t too far gone.

“Why did you not tell me about the pregnancy?” He demanded, changing the topic.

Crossing her arms, she refused to be derailed. “First, I want to know why you turned your back on me the night of the dance? Why were you so angry that I could dance?”

Stalking close to her, Rakkah crowded her close and stared down at her with furious eyes. “You lied to me.”

Never in a million lightyears would she have expected that response. Stunned she stepped back to look at him, but his large hands spanned her waist keeping her pressed close against him. Ahzma nearly sighed at the familiar warmth of him.

“What are you talking about?” she breathed, trying to pull her gaze from his massive chest. “I never once lied to you.”

“You omitted the fact that you were trained to fight.”

Vaguely she remembered Iko stating something like similar that night. Smiling softly, she shook her head, placing both of her hands against the rise of sculpted muscles on his chest. “Rakkah, that was not fighting, it was only a dance that appears that way.”

Rakkah gave a grunt. “I have witnessed you take a blade from one of my warriors, I have watched you move faster than expected, and I and others watched you move with martial training alongside that human male.” The last part was said with such a vile snarl Ahzma had to wonder if he was actually upset about her dancing or was he just jealous.

“Rakkah, I am obviously not trained to fight or I would have been able to avoid getting stabbed in the chest by a very pregnant insane woman.”

The flash of pain in his gold eyes made the room feel quieter, and Ahzma suddenly felt as if she understood everything. He was in pain.

“Ravki told me you were the one who found me,” she whispered, running her hands in small soothing patterns against his chest.

Beneath her hands his chest rumbled with an acknowledging growl, but he said nothing. His mandibles did not flex, his hands along her waist stayed perfectly still, and his eyes remained fixed. It was as if he was reinforcing all of his self-control.

“Did you miss me?” she urged.

One hand shifted against her and she could feel the slight press of his claws push against her bare waist. Reaching for his hand, she pulled it around and laid it flat on her exposed stomach. Tracing the long fingers to the tips of his black claws she smoothed her smaller hand to lay flat on top f his much longer one.

“Are you happy that I am pregnant?” she pressed, this time seeing the flash of raw emotion pass through his beady eyes.

His hand tightened protectively against her stomach while the other pressed her even closer. But he was still holding himself in check, she noted, she wanted to break through his defenses.

“That night when I laying on the floor, all I kept thinking was how much I wanted you. I have never been happy before Rakkah,” she ignored the warning growl he emitted, knowing he wanted her to stop. “I have never felt happiness like I feel it with you. I love you and I prayed and prayed to somehow live and stay by your side.”

Ahzma flinched has one hand suddenly wrapped around her neck. With wide eyes she stared at Rakkah’s now glowing furious eyes. Pulling her closer her wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her off the ground against him.

“I considered letting you die,” he began in a low snarling voice. “just to make this madness within me cease.”

She should have been scared by what he was saying and doing, but Ahzma refused to give him that. She refused to be intimidated by him.

His hand moved from around her neck and gently pushed back some of her long black hair that hung partially in her face. “But I realized it would only grow worse once you are gone. You are infectious, you have weakened me with your affection in a way I cannot recover from.” Ahzma couldn’t stop the tears from rolling from her eyes as he spoke. “I felt no purpose of life without you and I watched my sanity slip knowing I failed you and our child. You will stay by my side forever Ahzma. You will never leave me again.”

Crying fully now she framed his face with both of her hands. “Say it,” she demanded.

Letting out a stubborn grunt he turned his head away and stared at the far wall. “You wish to see me further weakened, mate?”

She kissed the concaved skin on his mandible and looked at him again. “I need to hear you say it.”

Hoisting her higher against him, Rakkah walked her over to the bed and sat her down. With quick practiced hands he pulled the clothing from her body and pointed silently in command for her to lay back against the bed. Obediently, she complied. Taking off his own leather skirt he joined her on the bed and pressed their bodies against one another. One hand of his slid down and over her breast, pausing to tease her nipple before continuing to stop at her soft stomach. In this position his dreads formed a curtain around her.

“If it is my weakness you want my mate, know that you have it. I can no longer live my life without you or your love.” Bending his head close to her shoulder, Ahzma let out a hitched breath as she felt him enter her slowly and she heard him growl low in her ear. “I will never stop loving you my mate.”

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