Page 83 of The Mating Games


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I wasted no time and sprinted towards the mountain, my eyes scanning the horizon, trying to find the exact spot that matched her cryptic clue.

The wind whipped past me, the distant roars of the other males reminding me that I was not the only one on this quest.

The land beneath my feet changed as I moved closer to the mountain.

Rough terrain gave way to rocky paths, each step becoming more deliberate, more urgent.

The weight of the situation pressed on me, but the thought of Aurora waiting, depending on me, drove me forward.

The idea that Aurora was alone, potentially in danger, added weight to my steps.

And then, like a nightmare come to life, I saw it — a pod, torn apart, wires dangling, metal warped and bent out of shape.

The scene was one of sheer devastation, a testament to the brute strength of the alien beasts that roamed this arena.

My heart sank, dread clawing at me.

This wasn’t just any pod.

It had to be Aurora’s.

Approaching the wreckage, my worst fears seemed confirmed.

Scraps of fabric, which I recognized as pieces of Aurora’s jumpsuit, lay strewn about, a silent testimony to the struggle that must have taken place here.

The thought of her being manhandled, hurt, filled me with a rage I hadn’t felt in eons.

I crouched down, trying to find any other clue she might have left behind.

The metallic smell of the damaged pod mingled with the scent of the forest, creating a heady mixture that did little to calm my racing heart.

Every second was precious, and every moment I spent here was a moment Aurora might be in further danger.

And then, as if the universe had decided to throw me a bone, it came — a distant scream.

A human scream.

Aurora’sscream.

It pierced the quiet of the forest, echoing hauntingly through the trees.

Every fiber of my being attuned to that sound, recognizing the familiar timbre of her voice, even in distress.

Without a second thought, I bolted in its direction.

The forest, with its dense undergrowth and sprawling roots, tried its best to impede me, but nothing could slow me down now.

Every tree, every shrub, every obstacle was just a blur as I closed the distance.

Her scream, a distressful symphony, guided me, pushing me forward.

The thought of Aurora, scared and alone, became my fuel.

Nothing else mattered.

Not the game, not the other alien males, not the treacherous landscape.

Just Aurora.

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