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The men talked through dinner. Although there was a fire roaring right in front of them, they ate the meat raw. She didn't want to suggest roasting the meat because she had already changed enough of their culture. It was because of her that they wore loincloths, and she didn't want to demand more of them.

Vrox glanced at her ever so often. She gave him a reassuring smile every time and then continued to digest her thoughts.

Prince of Ezron.

He didn't even seem cocky about his title. He shrugged it off as if meant nothing. For her, it meant much. Vrox and the rest of these men were destined for great things. They wouldn't spend the rest of their days holed up in their camp. Ezron had a future now that she and Nebula would repopulate it, and the future would need leaders.

She wondered if Vrox had thought this far ahead; if he was planning on returning to The Ruins and restore it to its former self.

"It looks like the rain is returning," Rokan groaned with a wipe to his wet brow.

"We should get going," Vrox decided. "I will take the first watch tonight."

"I will take second," Kyros offered.

"Is everything okay?" Kira asked, worried by the men having to guard.

"This is a precaution in case anyone saw us walking to camp. Do not worry, female. It is not a likely possibility."

She nodded and rose to her feet. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

"No. You must rest so that your injury finishes healing."

"But–"

He finished the conversation by sweeping her off her feet, keeping his gaze forward even as she complained and wiggled in his arms.

He gently placed her on the bed and bid his goodbye by sniffing her hair. She often found him doing this. While it would have freaked her out if some guy from Earth sniffed her hair, she didn't mind Vrox. He was too endearingly adorable.

"Sleep well, female."

"Okay. Be safe!"

She watched him pick up the cloth he had used to wipe her skin free of his cum. He tossed her a blazing look that warmed her cheeks better than the campfire. Then, he was off.

With a blissful sigh, she sank into his enormous bed. As soon as she realized that she was sitting next to the wall decorated with pointy, bloodthirsty weapons, she scooted to the other side of the bed.

Her face nuzzled into the soft furs. They smelled clean, not like the flowery laundry detergent she used at home, but a natural, earthy scent. With the imagination of Vrox lying beside her, she fell asleep.

–

Vrox watched Kyros' silhouette approach. He could tell that it was Kyros because he was humming a low tune. Even the dead of night couldn't mute Kyros' brightness.

"Get some rest," Kyros said from the bottom of the ladder.

Vrox threw himself off, landing swiftly.

"See you in the morning, brother."

Kyros gave him a sharp nod and then began to climb the ladder.

Their small moon was up above, pathetic as usual. He wondered if Kira could see at all in this darkness. Since his eyes were adaptive, he wasn't bothered by the lack of light. He could navigate just fine through their camp.

He quieted his steps as he neared his dwelling, knowing that Kira needed to sleep. As soon as he pushed past the flap, he stood idly by the bed and took in the vision that was Kira. Her hair was free of braids, producing a silky lake on his furs. One of her arms was extended outward as if searching for him.

Many times, he had come home to a cold, tidy bed. Now, with Kira warming and wrinkling his furs, he couldn't be happier.

He let out a satisfied growl that made her stir.

Reminding himself that he needed to be quiet, he used the water basin to clean his feet of dirt, and then stealthily climbed on the bed. His arms immediately reached out, maneuvering her so that he spooned her.

He pillowed his head with one arm and kept the other around her slim waist. His Kira was so tiny that his arm could have circled her many times over.

This position was foreign. He had never held another person in such a manner and yet naturally arranged Kira. It was as if the instinct to cuddle her was hard-wired into his brain.

Kira shifted slightly, her round bottom skimming his front. Vrox palmed her hip to keep her still, but his cock was already harder than the many swords and daggers on the wall.

He pushed his pelvis away from hers, feeling warmth caress his bare thigh. A metallic smell followed the shift of the furs. Alarmed, he pushed himself to his knees and dragged the covers away to digging Kira out.

She jumped with alert, whimpering when she saw that silhouette of a male hovering and angrily pawing at her.

"Kira!"

She relaxed when she recognized Vrox's voice.

"What... what is it? she mumbled sleepily.

"No. No. No. No," he ranted like a madman.

The tears of death were coating Kira's thighs. Red was everywhere. His little Terran was dying.

Panic declared his chest home.

He pulled Kira's fragile frame to his lap, trying to find the source of the bleeding. It was dark, but he could still see the pollution on her thighs.

Understanding the situation, Kira cringed. "Vrox. It's okay," she assured, trying to cup his face to gain his attention.

He ignored her, tugging at her legs to see what was wrong.

"This is normal!" Kira rushed. "This happens every month. It's fine!"

He stopped his frantic moves, staring at the female that he was crushing against his chest. "Normal?" he repeated, barely recognizing his own voice.

"Yes!" Kira assured, trying to push off his lap. He denied her freedom, keeping her plastered against his seizing chest.

"Um..." Kira drew out, embarrassed beyond words. "Most females from Earth bleed every month for seven days."

"Seven days?" he demanded. "Surely, it will kill you!"

"No. I'm okay. I just need to wash. I'm sorry I scared you," she apologized with sincerity.

"Female," he wheezed, stamping a desperate kiss on her lips as if it would seal the bleeding between her thighs. "At this rate, you will be the end of me."

"I know. I'm sorry, big guy."

"What do you need?" he begged to know. "What can I do? Do you need medicine? Yes, I will get you medicine."

"No. I just need to wash. Can you get me a torch and water, please?" I can't see anything."

"Yes!" he replied eagerly.

He got off the bed and then hesitated to leave. After giving her a final kiss, he ran outside.

She smiled endearingly. The guy would probably get her the moon if she asked for it.

"Vrox? Are you bleeding?" Rokan asked from outside.

"No. This is Kira's blood."

"What?" Rokan roared before thundering into the cave.

Kira tried– and failed– to hide the mess.

"Mothers," Rokan hissed, sounding like he was in pain. "Kira, you.... we will help you..." he stopped as if he didn't believe himself. "I cannot enter Vrox's dwelling without his permission, but please tell me if you need anything. I will bring it and leave it at the entrance."

"I'm fine! It's just a... small cut," she lied. "Vrox has it handled!"

"Get away from there," Vrox huffed.

"You let this happen to her? Do you not–"

"I will explain in the morning," Vrox interjected. "She will be fine."

Rokan shook his head. "You better have a good explanation."

Then, he was off.

Kira sighed. Her period had never been so messy.