He roared with fury, and when his eyes found her in the gloom of the crate, she met his glare with one of her own.
Her glare was ruined by a tear that rolled down her cheek. “Fuck. Off. And leave mealone.”She hated that her voice was shaky.
He glared at her for nearly a minute before he broke contact and stood, taking a deep breath and pacing outside her crate a few times before leaving her alone in her little hiding spot.
Samulin breathed hard for more than a minute. When it was clear he wasn’t coming back, she let out a relieved breath.Victory.
She couldn’t believe she’d won.
But as the minutes wore on, she was starting to wonder whether it was a victory she really wanted.
She wrapped the duvet around her shoulders again, suddenly feeling cold and alone.
Why did she suddenly have doubts about whether or not this was a true victory or not?
CHAPTER SIX
Bralix paced back and forth in the open area in die centre of the cargo bay, running his hands over his cropped hair in irritation.
If any other pet had lashed out at him, he’d have dealt with the behaviour with strong, decisive discipline. A firm hand—at the very least, a spanking.
Why did he feel so out of control with this one?
Maybe because he sensed that a spanking would damage her trust in him even more than it was now. He’d seen the tear that had run down her cheek in the shadows of that crate.
She’d gone from needing to cling to him, to wanting nothing to do with him. He hadn’t realized how much he craved her wanting to be near him. Well, she didn’t want him now, and he had no idea how to fix that.
Maybe he should stick to domesticated humans; feral humans obviously didn’t have the temperament for what he wanted.
Failure bitter in his mouth, he headed for the door and pressed a button on the access panel. The door didn’t open, and Bralix slammed the side of his fist into the bulkhead beside the panel with a muttered curse. He pressed another button and listened to it ringing for a few seconds before it stopped.
He sighed, then turned, his hands on his hips, and surveyed the cargo bay. He headed over to the milking machine, then opening a drawer below the control module, he retrieved a small maintenance kit.
The face of the door control panel came off easily, and Bralix carefully nudged the insulated wires this way and that, trying to figure out which wire did what. He touched one terminal with the end of the screwdriver, and it sparked.
Ay, this one bites, he thought, but he studied the panel again.
The comm on his wrist buzzed, and Bralix tapped it on in irritation.
“Bralix, what onCrionare you doing?” Phyrax sounded angry.
“Getting out of here,” Bralix said, the screwdriver sparking on another terminal. He jerked his hands away from the spark. “Phegch!”
“Bralix stop that, before you break the lock and get stuck in there permanently. Or worse—open the airlocks and kill us all!”
“There is an easy solution, brother,” Bralix ground out. “Let me out, and I’ll leave the panel alone.”
Phyrax muttered something unintelligible. “It hasn’t even been two days, brother. Don’t tell me you’re giving up already.”
Bralix’s pride pricked, he bristled. “You have no idea what it’s like. She’s stubborn, and volatile, and disobedient. She’s very obviously intelligent, and I know for a fact she’s learnt the commands, but she is being deliberately disobedient.”
After a pause, Phyrax answered. “Now that you’ve figured out that treating her like a pet doesn’t work, try treating her like a mate.”
“Phyrax—”
“Speak to you later, brother. Leave the control panel alone, or I’ll disable it entirely.”
The line went dead. Bralix slid down the wall to sit on the floor and sighed in defeat. It seemed he was stuck in the cargo bay for the foreseeable future, alone with a feral human female he wanted, but who wanted nothing to do with him.
