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Primal Ch.1 ~AU Predator (Franchise)~

Teleya Garrett, a kind-hearted woman, creates a new life for herself in New York City. Between the next heat wave and a war between two vicious rival gangs, Teleya catches the attention of the dangerous Yautja enforcer, Scorpion. As their two worlds collide, danger follows as the FBI comes to hunt Scorpion, but nothing will stop him from being with the human he loves.

Warnings: smut, interspecies love, mentions of domestic violence

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I never forget to look up at the sky and just be thankful for surviving.

You never think you’d find yourself in such a terrifying situation until that first strike happens. It started with hitting the wall when he’s angry, then he degrades you to his friends and they laugh at your embarrassment.

Then it finally happens, fist to face contact and you’re seeing stars.

The next day he apologizes and promises not to do it again, but you don’t believe him. He thinks all is forgiven and puts on his nice mask. He still likes your hair straight and will pay seventy-five dollars to get it chemically straightened and styled so later he can praise its beauty as if you wanted your hair relaxed.

He likes you slim and in shape. You go to his gym, so he can watch you, and you work out. At least you can stay healthy and fit for when you have to escape. He thinks he’s your whole world. Your parents are dead and you’re an only child so you have no one to reach out to. All your friends have moved on forgetting about you. He knows your routine, and he knows where you work so he knows where you are. Always. He thinks you’re all his. But you swear to yourself to get out and so you plan. He doesn’t know you have money inherited from your parents’ life insurance policy, and it’s pretty big money stashed away in an account he knows nothing about. Thank God.

After that fist to face contact again you, have to go to the doctor to make sure you can still see out of your right eye. He’s waiting in the car because he thinks you won’t tell the nurses what happen and you don’t, but you ask them what’s a good medication for sleep that won’t kill a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound man but will definitely make him sleep hard. The nurses know they shouldn’t offer any information, but they don’t want to see you in a body bag, so they give you something from their personal stashes. Most nurses have all kinds of medication for all kinds of illnesses and symptoms.

“If he’s a drinker and you mix this with his alcohol he’ll be knocked out. Won’t hear a thing, won’t feel a thing.”

You know you could go to jail for this, but you’ve planned and so it’s now or nothing. You make him his favorite meal and he appreciates you even if he says it with a tone of skepticism.

You sit down and watch TV hoping he doesn’t taste the crushed-up pills in his drink. You pet the six-month-old black cat, he gives you as a random gift for not blinding you.

He’s horrible to her, so the cat is scared of him, but finds immense comfort in you. You name her Pandora. After thirty minutes, he’s out like a light. You call his name, you scream, you kick him and hit him in the face and he does not stir. You could slit his throat right here, but you don’t. You look at Pandora who just watches innocently from the chair meowing sweetly at you.

If you go to jail he would most likely kill her out of spite for losing control of you. You move fast and do what must be done. You hurry to the bedroom, pack your clothes, just what you need. Pack the cat up, her basic necessities and you leave with your car keys. It’s the only responsibility he will allow you to have. You leave your phone and any other devices he can possibly find you with and drive to the other side of town and stay at a hotel, sneaking the cat in. You’re scared because you’ve never been alone for this long.

The other time was when he allowed you to go your parent’s funeral by yourself as long as you were back the next day. You stare at yourself in the mirror and wonder what your next move is. You hate your hair and everything about it and so you take the kitchen scissors you brought from the house for protection and you just butcher your locks. You cut it all the way off until it’s a small uneven mess. But you laugh during it. You laugh hysterically and cry as well, because you’re free.

The woman next door hears you crying and comes to check on you. She’s someone’s grandmother with dark cocoa skin and white locs. She is beautiful and is a reminder that our black does not crack. She helps you fix your hair and she doesn’t even know your name, but she helps. You sit in silence on the floor between her legs while she snips and cuts to even out the mess you’ve made. You are two strangers who will never see each other again after tonight. In the silence of it all she speaks.

“I’m so very proud of you.” she responds and you nod in agreement finally breaking down again because someone sees you. She gives you money even though you deny the gesture, but she insists, so you take it. “Disappear girl. Go far away and make something of yourself…”

I was twenty- two then. Now it’s been five years, and to this day I still look up at the sky and wonder if he’s thinking of me. I wonder if he gets angry at the fact that I beat him. I survived him.

My name is Teleya Garrett. I work as a executive assistant for a district attorney’s office in New York. It was a big jump, but sometimes you have to jump big to get to freedom. I used some of the money I inherited to find a condo on the upper side of New York. I made sure to keep a budget and with the job I managed to snag, it kept me afloat. Whenever I got really bored, I would babysit for some families who desperately needed child care. Even if they couldn’t pay me much, I didn’t mind. I didn’t need the money, but I wanted to help those who just needed help, like those nurses did for me. I was a college educated woman who had a nice and trusting smile, some said.

Friday was always crazy in New York, and it meant busy streets, and so I would be a little late to the Thompsons house. But once I arrived, they were still grateful.

“Oh, Teleya thank you so much for coming on such short notice.” Kelly Thompson said. She was a single mother of three and worked late at one of the diners in town. Her husband, Mitch, left her when their third child was born. But her construction boyfriend Lou was nice, but he had to work all the time. I shook my head.

“It’s no trouble at all.” I replied setting my bag down. She smiled.

“There’s been so much going on lately with the upcoming heat wave and talk of a gang war happening, I’ve just been filled with so much anxiety. I fear for my girls.” she said truthfully as she tied her white apron to her yellow uniform. I’ve heard there has been tension rising in the slums of New York between some of the rivaling gangs.

“You’d think with this heat they’d be more focused on keeping themselves cool.” I replied, and she nodded dramatically.

“Thank you! Lord and if that’s not enough, the sewers below us are driving me crazy.” she said her eyes moving about as if looking for something. I tilted my head.

“The sewers?” I asked, and she nodded finally finding her hoop earrings and putting them in her ears.

“Yes, for the past two weeks, there’s been rumbling coming from down there. It’s quick, but I hear it. I ask Lou if they’re doing construction, but he says they aren’t. Who knows, hell the earth may be tired of New York and trying to fall out from under us. Purse…. purse, purse.” she said frantically and I just smiled at her.

“It’s on your shoulder.” I pointed, and she looked at her shoulder and groaned in relief.

“Thank you again for coming. I should be back in time to kiss them good night, but if I’m not…?” she trailed off with hopeful eyes, and I smiled.

“I’ll stay until Lou comes.” I replied, and she smiled and gave me a hug. She thanked me again and turned.

“Girls, behave for Teleya!” she called out down the hall as she moved to the door. “There’s money for pizza on the counter by the stove!” That’s usually how it goes. Junk food and movies to immobilize them. I moved down the hall and already saw them in front of the TV. Eliza, Camille, and Tory. Seven, eight, and nine.

“Hey girlies!” I said happily, and they turned to me and smiled with wide eyes.

“Teleya!” they called out and ran to me. I smiled and dropped to my knees and hugged them as they jumped on me. It was already past six and so I helped the girls with their homework, promising pizza and a movie of their choice if they finished it correctly. As they worked, I watched the news.

“The crime rate is sky rocketing after two of New York’s most dangerous gangs, the Hilltop Slashers, an African gang formed in 1982 and the Hu Mongols, a Mongolian gang formed in 1996, declared a gruesome turf war against each other. There have been multiple street fights and shootings of which police have been involved-”

“Teleya, can we watch Moana tonight!” I hear Eliza yell as she runs back into the living room with a DVD cover in her hands. I immediately switch the channel and look at her with a warm smile and nod. That’s their favorite movie.

“Sure. Are you finished with your homework?” I asked.

“Almost. I’ve been helping Camille and Tory too!” she said with pride, and I nodded showing pride myself.

“Good girl, always help your sisters.” I told her, and she nodded and ran back into the room she shared with them. I smiled and got up and moved into the kitchen pulling out my phone for a bit. It was already hot in the house so I opened the window. The air was hot and I hated it.

By nine, the girls were in their beds, with their stuffed animals under their arms. I moved to close the door.

“Teleya, will you sing to us while you’re out there?” Tory asked. I chuckled. I wasn’t the best singer, but it kept them quiet while I tidied up the place after they ran through it all day. I sat my phone down by their bed room door and proceeded to clean the room while Moana’s An Innocent Warrior instrumental played.

“Sure.” I replied leaving the door open. “

Ou mata e matagi. Ou loto mamaina toa. Manatu atu. Taku pelepele.”

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The only noise Scorpion wanted to hear was the heavy water beneath the sewers as he sat against the sewer walls, the drain opening above him that hid him due to the moon being out. The three bad bloods he had successfully killed, were worthy opponents. He had gashes and cuts all over his body, scars he would soon wear with pride. While he waited for the medicine he applied to work, he sent out a transmission through his wrist gauntlet to the ancient who sent him, letting him know the traitors had been dealt with.

The three bad bloods broke the honor code and fled without facing the consequences. Cowards. They should have just killed themselves and saved the enforcer some time. But now it was over. He cackled lowly and kept his body still listening to the rats squeaking around him as they clawed and nipped at the sides of his armor. He wasn’t bothered by them enough to move any of them. The sewers were perfect for getting around without being seen. There were numerous under ground tunnels and passageways that he himself created long ago. Now that his assignment was complete he had a choice to hunt for himself here or take his ship and return to his yautja prime for a bit.

However, he heard something coming from deep inside the sewers which made his icy white eyes open. Only a rare few yautja had this eye color and it made him extremely popular amongst the females of his tribe, but it also made other clans ridicule him as well, but that was before he moved up the ranks and became an enforcer.

The noise he was hearing made it hard for him to rest. He tried his best to block it out. But it just kept on coming, echoing through the sewers. Scorpion shrilled heavily with annoyance, his mandibles clicking together in irritation. He couldn’t rest until he found out what that annoying sound was. So, he got onto his feet, the bleeding from his wounds had stopped and he hissed lowly before moving down the dark sewers. His bio mask allowed him to see different modes of vision, but for now he used the thermal setting.

As he walked he raised his gauntlet and used the sewer map he created to show him the nearest drain opening. It was in the streets between a neighborhood he had moved through. The noise grew a little louder as he was nearing the next drain opening.

Pa mai to mafanafanaga. Saolotoga tenei Manatunatu. Ki tamafine.

Scorpion had heard the noise before and he concluded it was singing. The voice patterns were high and light and dainty to him.

It was no male, he had heard both the sexes singing from being on this planet for many years. No this was a female. He cackled as he looked up at the sound tilting his head some. A female was singing, and it was distracting him from healing peacefully that much he knew. He growled some at this fact, but as he heard further harmonizing the music moved through his mask and sounded quite odd to him. Slowly he removed the air tubes from his mask and removed it from his face and once he did, he could hear the singing differently. There were no words now and whoever this female was, was just harmonizing now. Scorpion shrilled gently as he examined the entrance above that was not covered with a manhole cover. Light came in and poured down on his body alone beneath the open drain.

He suddenly felt a strange tingle over his body, and he hissed and raised his arm. The tiny muscles in his arms had contracted. This made the enforcer yautja hiss in confusion. The female’s voice was obviously doing something to his body and he didn’t know what and he didn’t like it.

So, he knew he’d have to go investigate further. He placed his mask back on, his body cloaking itself. With little effort he jumped up and gripped the open manhole with one arm before moving from it and was once again out in the city. With no obvious threats around he jumped on the nearest car causing its alarm to go off before attaching himself into the nearest building and moving up to the rooftops with intent to follow the harmonizing trail that would lead him to the female.

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Primal: The Clan of Blood and Water - Ch. 6 ~AU Predator (Franchise)~

Two massive unmasked yautja’s approached each other with only wrist blades standing beside the large fire. I was expecting an uproar of cheers and clacking of mandibles but surprisingly everyone was quiet.

The two opponents trilled heavily at each other, and I wondered if these were youngbloods or blooded. The two charged each other slamming together and creating such a massive booming sound. I gasped some watching as one yautja got the other on its back, slamming its arms into his opponent with such force. The warrior on his back dodged a blow before getting an uppercut to the yautja on top and using his feet to kick him off.

I looked around at the other members of the clan who watched as if they were observing some type of lecture from a professor. They all seemed so focus. I looked across the fire to see a familiar yautja that made my stomach churn a bit. Vashti and Ty’ruk. Vashti looked my way with her mandibles clicking together. I could only imagine her feelings at this moment from seeing me. I looked back toward the fighting to see the two opponents now slashing their blades together creating sparks that rolled into the sand. They roared and trilled, and I watched as green blood was meeting the sand.

To see such a bright color was definitely strange. I always felt my mate was invincible and that nothing could kill him, but that would be naïve thinking. Anything can die, I was sure. This competition lasted for quite some time, Elder T’Kala would declare a winner and new sets of yautja paired up to fight. I leaned into Scorpion.

“Are all of these warriors seasoned?” I asked.

“No many are youngbloods looking to show their worth and power. But there are a few who enjoy a good spar to bring back memories of their youth.” he replied.

A perfect example, Blade and Jack Hammer were now facing each other, and I found myself more attentive. The two were very swift yautja, throwing punches and dodging them as well as showing their skills with a combi stick. Blade spun around Jack Hammer slicing his back causing me to gasp. He’s so fast. But they were not the only veterans to show their strength. After Blade was named the winner, more and more yautja challenged each other. And now the once quiet crowd was slowly starting to come alive. Many were hissing and cackling.

Now female yautja began to approach, challenging both females and males. The women seemed more vicious and cunninger in their movements. Vashti even showed her skill. She had powerful kicks and knocked many of her opponents on their backs. Each time, she looked at me with a snarl of disgust and I couldn’t help but frown to show her I was not intimidated by her. These challenges continued, and I noticed Ty’Ruk was joining in the matches. I could tell from how fast and swift he was with his movement; he was trying to claim victory and move up the competition. He was ensuring he remained the winner over all his opponents. Could he be trying to face his father? Now all the victors of the first group were now starting to go head-to-head.

I looked to Scorpion noticing he was paying close attention to each opponent, studying their strengths and weaknesses. He was figuring out the best way to defeat each one. Tiera approached me with another slab of meat, her gaze remaining on her feet.

“More food, Wife A’tuma?” she asked. I was not expecting that title.

I looked at her noticing how tired she looked. I could imagine many of the humans here were exhausted, having to serve their master’s during the day and then come out to a ceremony and continue to serve into the night must have been tiring. So, I turned to her a bit.

“Have you eaten?” I asked. She looked up at me and then quickly down.

“I have had my meal hours before the ceremony started.” she answered. I nodded wondering exactly when she ate. I motioned for her to sit beside me.

“Join me.” I replied. Scorpion glanced at me now and I glanced back at up at him. He didn’t seem bothered by my request, so he looked back to the fight focusing once more. Tiera looked at me stunned and looked around at the other eyes watching us now.

“I’m sorry Wife A’tuma, but it is not allowed. You are the enforcer’s mate; I am a servant. I cannot sit and relax when I have others to tend to.” I replied. I tilted my head up at her some before looking at the other yautja with firmness as they too were watching me. I looked up at her with strict eyes.

“You are to be my servant. I am heavily pregnant so I will require things of you that is not going to be asked of you by your other masters. I don’t need you passing out on me from exhaustion when I need you the most. I expect you to be well rested so you can serve me… am I overstepping by requesting this, Scorpion?” I asked looking at my mate. He shrilled down at me.

“If she is too weak to serve you then she will be useless to me as the human I expect to tend to you.” he replied in a no nonsense type tone, before bringing his focus back to the fighting. I smiled at his support before looking at Tiera. She seemed very taken aback by the conversation.

“Now please fetch us both some water and sit with me so that I may give the final conclusion on if you are a good fit for me.” I replied. Woah where did this fire come from? Perhaps I was eager to show the other yautja I too had some sort of power in my mate ship to Scorpion. I wanted to show this evolved human was worthy of the position she held.

Tiera nodded quickly and moved back with the other humans to give the tray to another human. I gently looked down at my swollen stomach rubbing it. A sharp roar of victory caught my attention as I looked up as Ty’Ruk had just bested Blade.

“Your son is eager to fight you.” I noted to Scorpion who nodded.

“Good. I wish to see how much his lessons have impacted him.” he said getting up now and moving across the fighting to stand near Blade and Jack Hammer. Tiera came back with two metal cups and handed one to me. She awkwardly sat down looking around at the other yautja with embarrassment. I turned some to her.

“I know this is odd for you, so I will not hold up your time too much. How many have you served?” I asked her. She looked at me and held her cup close to her body.

“Only Elder’ T’Kala and soon you and Master A’tuma.” she replied. I nodded glancing at my mate before looking back at her.

“Tell me what exactly the life for a human is here?” I asked. She looked up at me almost nervously.

“All humans serve a master yautja, usually an elder, no human lives long enough to serve an ancient unless their genes are altered by their master to serve them longer. This is seen as a generous gift.” she explained.

“And when your master dies?” I asked.

“We serve his or her suckling. We remain protected and cared for in the family until we pass. If we have children, they will learn to serve in our stead.” she said. I nodded wanting to know how Elder T’Kala treated his servants, but I refrained. Even if he treats her cruelly there was nothing, I could do about it nor would I make her tell me in front of all these other yautja.

“Do you have a family, parents, siblings, a mate?” I asked. She nodded looking toward the humans who were serving Wraith. One was a woman with loose black hair and a long streak of white down her head. Beside her was an older man.

“My parents, and my brother and sister are serving elsewhere in the celebration. I have no mate.” she said. I nodded.

“Are you all branded to serve your masters?” I asked. She nodded.

“Yes. We have all been branded to show we are Hydraxi property.” she said raising her hair to show her neck. I noticed the black scarring shaped just like the symbols on the warrior’s masks. I nodded slowly looking around at the small group of humans serving the large yautja. None of them looked mistreated from what I could tell. They all wore dull colors of beads and mesh around their chests and groins with beads and shells around them. None of them wore collars or anything that I could see would label them as property. They didn't even look malnourished. But maybe them just being in a tribe of alien hunters was enough to show their status.

I noticed more eyes were on us and I drank the refreshing water before nodding at her.

“Thank you for speaking with me. Please tend to your duties. I will see you at first light.” I replied. Tiera nodded and quickly got up as if she were desperate to leave. I hope I didn’t get her into any trouble for having her sit with me. The celebration chatter began to lower, and I looked up noticing that two yautja were now standing face to face, one Scorpion and the other his son, Ty’Ruk. I was tense now at the sight. Scorpion stood a few inches taller than his son who looked up at him with hard eyes, much like his father.

He looks so much like him. The only weapons on them were wrist blades. When Elder Rak’Zor barked out a scaly ‘Begin’ the two charged at each other with Scorpion taking the force easily and knocking Ty’Ruk back. The two crashed their blades together causing sparks to fly off into the dirt. They exchanged violent shrieks and growls as each blow was given.

Ty’Ruk managed to charge Scorpion and get him on his back landing what looked like heavily blows that Scorpio dodged. He kneed the younger yautja in the side with such force Ty’Ruk landed in the sand violently. Scorpion jumped up and approached grabbing him and spinning him, throwing him over the fire and he rolled into the sand before Vashti.

He got up immediately and roared at Scorpion running for him and jumping through the fire and meeting his blade with his father’s.

“Ty’Ruk is the top of his class of youngblood.” I jumped looking up at Gaia who was sitting right beside me. I didn’t even hear her approach. I nodded slowly.

“He seems like a strong warrior. I would hope his mother and father are proud of him.” I replied. She gave a low hiss.

“Tell me what it is you feel when you see a father and son fighting in this way?” she asked. Was this some kind of test? Would she think me weak if I answered with my true thoughts.

“Well, my thoughts are based on those of my people… fathers and sons should never truly hurt each other. I would hope that even though his father is with his true mate, Ty’Ruk will know he will always be protected by his family.” I replied. Her eyes were hard like all of the other yautja, but I could see the mild distance in her hues.

“You are right, that is based off of your people. Your mate is your mate no matter how many suckling he has given to other females. You are the dominate and your suckling will always come first. You should learn this well Teh-leya, females hold the most power and you would do well to show your power so other females don’t think you are weak, like I do.” she said with huff before getting up and walking toward other females. I groaned quietly.

“Good talk.” I muttered. However, a large thud before me made me jump as I saw Ty’Ruk on his back with Scorpion towering over him with his blade beneath the youngblood’s neck. My eyes widened. I could see green blood pouring down the side of the younger yautja’s mouth. His chest and stomach had light cuts to them. What the hell! I was too busy looking at Gaia, I didn’t notice the violence had gotten more intense here.

Scorpion hissed lowly as if in warning.

“Don’t you ever disrespect my mate or unborn suckling ever again.” he threatened lowly. Disrespect, when did that- oh no. Earlier today when Scorpion was fishing for me. Blade or Jack Hammer must have told him that Ty’Ruk had called our child a mongrel.

I looked down and then glanced around at the others to see many watching with low hisses and nods of approval almost. Ty’Ruk gave a low hiss in return before letting his head fall in defeat. Scorpion leaned back up, retracted his blade, then marched over to me in all his glory. Warriors barked and roared in victory all around.

But Scorpion did not seem happy about this win. I looked up at his giant form as he towered over me for a second before finally leaning over and holding his hand out to me. I took it and helped me up to my feet before scooping me up bridal style.

“Come a heavy storm is coming tonight and I will not have you catching an illness.” he replied. And leave all of the guests who gathered here for him? That was the least of his concerns as he just turned and nodded at the elders before marching off with me in his hands. I stared at his face, the stoic mask was tightly attached. I quietly and submissively nuzzled my head under his chin.

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