"Ah, I see you are admiring the females. Quite beautiful, aren't they?" Mix, the chief medical advisor said as Chiss was clearly startled from his presence.

Swallowing down the nervousness that bubbled in his chest, he turned away from Macon's resting form and nodded.
She looked so peaceful. It was pleasant seeing her this way opposed to how he'd seen her three nights ago.

Tears had streamed down her face in terror. Terror that was created simply from the sight of him.

His brows furrowed as he looked at his own reflection in the mirrored surface. On Aturi, he had been thought of as quite handsome by many of the females. It pained him that Macon clearly did not share their sentiments.

His finger grazed the sharp tip of his incisor, and he supposed he was indeed the predator that she feared.

Mix, who was now looking at Macon's chart, turned with a glimmer in his eye, "So, I see you're checking up on Commander Xane's female."

Chiss did a great job hiding the fact that Mix had clearly caught him off guard with that last statement.

"You know me, just trying to go above and beyond for the Commander," he lied.

"Well I'll leave you to it," Mix said as he walked around the corner to some other sleeping chambers.

With mix out of the way, he turned his attention back to Macon's sleeping form, and he took in just how beautiful she really was. The puffiness of her eyes and nose had cleared long ago. Her hair remained a tangled mess from years of only having her fingers to tame her wild waves.

He had so many questions of how he had come to imprint on this young female, but no one to ask them to.

She was clearly off-limits. Not that she would want him even if the commander had not spoken for her.

He huffed out a defeated sigh and traced one finger down the glass that separated them.

He was brought out of his thoughts as Commander Xane's voice echoed over his wristlet. "We're landing in 6000 feet! Where are you?" 'Oh hell,' he internally groaned out the human swear word.

The landing had been rough, but luckily Chiss made it back to his station just in time.

This woman was going to be the death of him and quite literally everyone else around him too if he wasn't careful. He needed to get a hold of his emotions.

What was worse was that the commander had given him orders to make sure Macon settled in once arriving on Aturi.

His plan to head home and leave Macon with the commander at the capital city was in no way possible now.

It was nearly time to go and collect her from Mix at the sleeping bay.

He'd allowed plenty of time for the human occupants to be roused and readied for their new life.

As he neared the sleeping bay, he passed multiple Aturian/Human couples headed towards the exit of the ship.

His heart drummed wildly at the thought of holding Macon's hand, but he knew that was not the response he would get from her. Oh no, SHE was a fighter.

Entering the bay, he saw Macon sitting in an Autrian style dress in the corner of the room. She pulled nervously at the hem, and had not noticed him making his way towards her.
He was shocked by her composure. He'd half expected her to be detained by multiple guards upon his arrival. 

Suddenly, her eyes sprang up and locked on his.

Her body trembled at the sight of him. Part in terror and part in undeniable attraction.

Lust clearly filled his eyes as he approached her like an animal would stalk its prey. His eyes narrowed on the exposed skin of her chest and how heart heart drummed beneath. Mouth watering at the sight, his breath became ragged.

He shook his head to clear himself from the daze and extended a hand in Macon's direction. "I'm Chiss, the commander's third." He lowered his gaze at the thought of the commander.
No doubt from the undeniable guilt he felt for having imprinted on the woman the commander himself had claimed.

His hand, however, remained extended to her until she finally grabbed hold.

"I'm Ma-" she was cut short as the sparks between them had rendered her speechless.

She found herself on her feet staring up into his lavender eyes...her face just inches from his.

Mix cleared his throat as he witnessed the undeniable interaction between the two.