Page 30 of Alien Owner


Font Size:  

She hasn’t eaten yet, and she doesn’t seem to notice that. She is running on adrenaline and compassion, all her energy and attention going toward the cubs.

“Once you’ve finished milking, you’re going to come with me back to the ship and I am going to feed you.”

“I can’t. I need to feed the babies.”

“Nyan can feed them. And we can train others to milk. You do not have to do everything, Ava. You have been invaluable today, but you need sustenance and rest.”

“After I feed the babies.”

“After you finish milking,” I insist.

“I’m going to feed the babies,” she tells me, looking up briefly with a determined glare.

She is going to get a spanking, that is what she is going to get. As good as she is, she’s not paying attention to orders, and that could be lethal.

I allow her to finish milking the goats, and once the milk is safely in the sanitizer, I pick her up and I carry her back to the ship.

“Azlan! Put me down! I have to feed the babies.”

“You do not have to feed them. Any of the others can feed them. What you need to do is listen to me.”

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t listen to you when you told me to stay back on the ship?”

She has a point. But so do I.

Ava is used to taking care of things by herself and being the only person she can rely on. It’s why her Growler infestation got out of control. On my world, you obey the alpha, or you die. I would never harm her, but I will punish her. The luxury of disobedience has well and truly evaporated now.

“Buttface got your tongue?” She’s sassy now. She thinks she can argue her way out of this spanking. She has so little understanding of the dynamics at play, and that is my fault. I have spoiled her. I have tried to live a human life, and now she must learn to live a Leonid one.

I carry her into the chamber we shared aboard the ship. Buttface is sleeping on the bed when we enter. He lets out a long yawn, takes one look at my face and stands up, stretched in an arch, before strolling away. The cat can read the room. It is a pity Ava cannot.

“You are going to be spanked, Ava.”

“Fuck off, I am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“I spent this entire fucking day saving your people, helping your cubs survive, and the reward for that is a fuckingspanking?” Her voice hits a high pitch of outrage.

“Yes. Because it does not matter what you do, if you do not listen to me.”

She gives me a stunned, horrified look. “No,” she says. “You can fuck off.”

I get the sense that she thinks the cursing is going to make her argument more impactful. All it in fact does is make her sound petulant and demonstrate her lack of understanding.

“You did very well today,” I tell her. “You saved lives. I am proud of you and grateful to you. But you are my mate, and I am your alpha, and that means you obey me.”

“Apparently, it doesn’t.”

She’s tired and she needs food. My palm is practically itching with the need to contact her ass, but I put that aside for the moment.

“Stay here,” I tell her. “I am going to make dinner.”

She doesn’t say anything, and so I take my leave. Her vegetables are easily cooked in steam, which does not take long. I will have to talk to her about including more foods in her diet. Our world does not boast the same range of edible plants, and though she of course packed seeds, and my storage unit is full of sacks of human plant material, it will be some time before they are ready to harvest, if they can grow on our world at all.

I set about cooking her dinner, during which time I consider I may have been too harsh and too rash about this spanking. She has served the pride well today. Perhaps that deserves some lenience.

When I bring the food to our chamber, I announce my decision as I walk through the door. “I think perhaps we can treat today as… Ava?”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like